Chapter 48: The Second Release of New Human Genes Begins

Tang Miao led Lu Qingyun into the quarantine zone, and the mushrooms automatically parted to clear a path.

Lu Qingyun’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his chapped lips pressed into a tight line.

"They're called red mushrooms. A bit of a casual name, right? I think so too."

Tang Miao handed Lu Qingyun a small basin and a mini iron trowel, took a set for herself, and squatted down to dig the mushrooms into the basin.

Lu Qingyun cradled the tools, too hesitant to make a move.

"Just don't press down on the top of the mushrooms, and besides, I'm right here with you—"

"The next step, of course, is to trade her for my Second Master and the Arctic Stone. But before that, I'm going to search her soul to see if there are any valuable clues," Yun Jie said.

Leng Feng was deflated in an instant. He wouldn't be afraid even if he had to go there—after all, he had fought for the opportunity from the very beginning—but whether one could survive once there was entirely another matter.

"I can't keep this fiery temper under control anymore!" Chen Xueqi snatched the phone off the table, and while frantically scrolling through her contacts, strode toward the balcony.

Cen Lanlan stubbornly spoke up. She wasn't foolish; she knew that even if the young man unleashed his ultimate sacrificial technique in the end, he still wouldn't be a match for the four city lords. Once truly caught up in it, how could he possibly escape?

"Lu Fan seems to be in trouble," Xing Wei said, catching Meng Ling's anxious expression and feeling a knot of unease in her heart as she glanced toward Instructor Feng.

Zhang Yueyue said, "You guys go ahead and play; I need to take a shower first." With that, she walked over to the wardrobe and began rummaging through her clothes.

During this time, Yi Xuan had intended to step in and defuse the situation, but she was held back by Kun Cang. Having understood Kun Cang's intentions, Yi Xuan refrained from making a move.

"We've strayed far from the point. Shouldn't we quickly contact this Zhang Chu and see?" Wu Yun said as he dialed the phone.

"The doctor scraped his forehead, and the physician said he was also suffering from shock. He's currently resting in the medical room." Realizing it wasn't a serious issue, Lei Jun breathed a sigh of relief. If Dr. Chen had met with any accident, he truly wouldn't know how to explain it to the higher-ups.

A gust of wind happened to sweep across at that moment, and the thick white fog before her eyes finally began to disperse. Revealed before her was a vast forest, and she stood right upon a grassy clearing at its edge.

Yet, this single remark served to awaken the dreamer; hearing him put it that way, Dunmu Ying finally understood what was truly going on.

"That goes without saying. From South Africa to Asia, and from Europe to South America, the forests I haven't crawled through are truly few and far between," Lei Ziming said proudly.

Since Qi Ren had entrusted such a large restaurant entirely to her, she naturally wouldn't let him down.

Faced with the onslaught of numerous formation arrays, the Taoist Duobao merely sat cross-legged in place, making no move. Naturally, he would strike, but not just yet. Having not seen them for so long, how could he not check on the progress of the Ten Heavenly Lords?

Yin Junfeng managed to crawl out of bed, though his body still felt utterly exhausted from the tumultuous night before. Fortunately, his spiritual power was still fully replenished, allowing him to handle whatever the Sword Canon might demand next.

Hearing this, the Red Dragon paused for a moment before saying, "An old fellow like me won't go. You young people should head out; I'd like to rest." He knew Li New asked that to keep him out of sight, lest he be recognized by outsiders.

"No thanks, the stakes here are a bit too high, and I don't have much money left on me—only a little over three million. If I keep playing like this, I won't even have enough left for the bus fare home," Li New replied, turning back to look at the other person.

Failing to take advantage of the gorgeous, long legs delivered right to his doorstep would certainly not be Qi Ren's style. He sighed inwardly, thinking that since Lin Kexin had thrown herself at him, she had only herself to blame.

These four precious swords were forged from the very body of the primordial holy sword—a supreme treasure of chaos that could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Creation Axe itself. It was the supreme creation of the Great Dao.

Jiang He looked into the distance. Halfway up the mountain, the red sun could just be seen dipping below the horizon, though its light was already faint. Meanwhile, a full moon had already hung in the sky. Night had fallen.