Volume 1, Chapter 113: Two Shen Yans

Originally, Yun Mojiu had intended to use teleportation. However, her current teleportation range was limited—she could only move back and forth within the span of a single province at most.

The capital city was three provinces away from the Hengcheng Film Base.

This meant that one teleportation jump would not suffice; she would need to teleport at least two or three times.

Teleportation consumed a tremendous amount of spiritual energy, and the farther the distance, the greater the expenditure. Using teleportation two or three times consecutively over such long distances would leave her utterly exhausted by the time she arrived.

When Bai Zhengyang dropped these heavy pieces of news, it stunned everyone into silence, so much so that they forgot the earlier reprimand he had received.

Fu Junbo’s face darkened grimly. Though he said no more, his disdain for Meng Geran had reached its peak.

As for why Yang Xun no longer avoided Huang Nianmin’s gaze this time, even he wasn’t sure. Seizing the momentary lull, Yang Xun pulled out his phone and quickly logged onto the Amido platform’s official website.

Although the atmosphere had only just begun to ease, since his father had already broken the ice, Bi Anmo thought it might be beneficial for Guan Muhua to learn a bit more of the so-called truth.

Now, having cultivated the power of the soul and deepened his understanding of the Reincarnation Seal, Gou Haodong could sense the lingering aura left behind by the passage.

“This morning, the dean already came by. Everything that was meant to be discovered has long since been uncovered,” He Yin said, suspecting that the Crown Prince, like herself, harbored doubts about the academy’s dean.

At these words, the drunken haze that had dulled those in the private room suddenly lifted, and they hurriedly followed Mo Ke out of the chamber. Not far off, in the lounge, several men were gathered around Ye Jiang and Huang Xin.

During this time, Luo Qiran had been thinking deeply. She certainly did not believe her father lacked other preparations. Yet when Luo Zhengkun spoke as he did, she found no excuse left to refuse.

Spiritual energy surged violently. Mu Xin was flung backwards, crashing into a massive ancient tree in the courtyard, breaking it where two men could barely encircle it. He collapsed on the ground, coughing up blood, his fate uncertain.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Tian leaned against the soccer goalpost, a blade of grass between his teeth as he whistled. Song Sixuan sat nearby in her wheelchair, resting her chin on her hand and gazing at Gou Haodong with tender eyes.

Upon hearing Su You’s remarks, Director Wang quickly responded. After speaking, he shot an irritated glance at the opposing director and Wu Yue.

“Fine, then don’t say anything!” Li Xu decided not to press further and instead went over to observe the alchemical process of the Juyuan Cauldron.

However, when Mo Li revealed the precious nature of the Treasured Cliff atop Thousand Severed Mountain, his eyes suddenly narrowed, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. He indulged in fantasies, convinced this time he would acquire a bounty of rare spiritual herbs and medicinal plants. Just the thought made him restless, eager to rush out and seek these treasures immediately.

“Gentlemen, who among you possesses the secret techniques? Or do you all? Why not share your knowledge? That way, everyone can study and benefit together. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing?” Mo Li said with a smile.

Zhou Tianlong knew this result was unfair to him, but he believed his strength, true energy, and speed would not be inferior to He Jingtian’s. Whether he surpassed him by a little or by much was unimportant, as long as he stood above him.

“Boom!” The sky was dark with heavy clouds, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Rain hammered down like beans, fierce and relentless, its power overwhelming like the weight of heaven itself.

“Not bad speed! No wonder someone at the Body Refinement Realm could enter the inner gate. Indeed, there is some strength here!” Chu Qi was slightly surprised that Zhou Tianlong, a mere Body Refinement cultivator, could easily evade an attack from one of his Mortal Martial Realm eighth-tier warriors.

Meanwhile, Tong Hua’s eyes remained fixed on the television, but her ears subtly perked up.