Chapter 50

The mutton was given generously—Ye Tan requested thirty jin (about 15 kg), yet they provided at least two whole sheep, yielding fifty jin of meat. The sheep soup, however, was impractical to carry, and he wished he could take the pot itself to Ye Tan. Almost all the other spirit beast clans shared this thought, their eyes burning with fervent hope as they focused on Arles. What if "Soaring to the Heavens" and "Phoenix's Nine Turns" were combined? One being a lightness technique and the other a sword art, what would the result be? How many human brains would such a monstrous creature need to consume to evolve to this extent? The number of brain-devouring zombies was still unknown, but if they all reached that stage, not just the survivors of Fish Mountain but the entire Harbor City might fall to them in short order. Young Master had already perished in the accident, but Liu Ying's health was now extremely fragile. If she learned the truth, her life would likely end instantly. They could only temporarily stabilize her, planning to address the situation once she regained some strength. Cheng Yaojin tossed his wine（kettle）onto the table, wiped his face with a towel, and addressed Ye Tan. Hugo took the executives to the Pacheco Training Base, berating the players mercilessly during the session—unlike previous motivational talks, this time he harshly criticized underperformers and announced that Camini would not be the starting goalkeeper against Bayern Munich. Most of the hospital staff awaited the impending storm with bated breath. Arles and the others, upon seeing the person delivering the forbidden technique "Heaven's Song," showed no unusual behavior and thus observed from the shadows in astonishment. A typical man witnessing such a scene would be filled with lascivious thoughts, imagining the prosperity of this place before the zombie outbreak—more vivid than ordinary glitz and glamour. She tried to remain cold, ignoring him completely, determined to treat him like air and see how long he could hold back. Should she chase after him now? Where was Ling Siye? It might be better to return to the ship first; he said he would come back, and it was only a matter of time. If they got separated, even with the Howling Eagle, it would be difficult. The scene shifted again, the flickering lights casting an eerie, almost（madly）sinister expression on Liu Guang's face as a powdery substance fell from his hands. Qiangwei saw her own pale, pained face and desperate expression. These issues had been considered by Chen Nian before; she couldn't fathom why Zhang Kuishou would want to harm them. Even if he wanted to silence them, it was already too late. If not Zhang Kuishou, then was it Yang Cheng's treachery? After waiting about ten minutes, the hotel door opened, and a man with a square face and buzzcut stepped out. He was Zhou Weitian, who glanced around before opening the door of a black Mitsubishi parked outside. That voice—Qin Huan would never forget it. How long had it been since she last heard Fu Chengjie's voice? "It's nothing," Su Ranhuai said, clutching her right arm with her left hand and frowning. Her body was still weak, and although she had blocked the thick log with her hard skills, she must have sustained bruises and severe pain. Alvin froze in place, his green eyes flashing behind his polarized lenses. To be fair, Ruan Dazhuang's move was terribly underhanded, completely shaming Zhao Yuhuan. Of course, the treasure remained with her, and the bundle thrown earlier was merely a decoy. Her lips were soft, lingering only briefly in his palm before Fu Chu hurriedly withdrew his hand. They were certain they could stop the Demon God before him, especially if the powerful being from the mountain opposite intervened. Despite this, the message he sent to Lin Bu made it clear: this was the dissolution of the Bai Li Army, and those who wished to join the Great Wilderness Divine Dao should come along; others were free to leave. Early the next morning, Ling Xi was roused by Bi Die, who chattered while she washed up. In the sky, five hundred li (about 250 km) from Thunder City, a massive white light pierced the ground, accompanied by distant, thunderous roars. The recruits would be deployed in batches to areas infested with demon beasts, with placement based on their individual strength. One requirement was that the caster must be at least a Mortal Realm cultivator, and the artifact they wielded had to be at least a spiritual tool. Mo Wuji didn't stop the Mortal Path's operation but instead reached out and transformed a pile of materials into a puppet in a matter of moments. Ling Xi felt inexplicably disappointed—why, she couldn't say. "Zhang Yao knows I'm back!" Lu Feiyang's heart raced! He pushed open the door and immediately felt a softness wash over him, followed by a cold tear rolling down his cheek as his body collapsed. "Master, I also brought the slave contract. I didn't expect him to not carry it on him," Shi Tou said, pulling out a stack of contracts. "No..." Chen Xu shook his head, glancing back at the man before tossing a coin into the basin in front of him. The coin landed with a clink, but the man continued to play his erhu, seemingly oblivious.