Chapter 13125 — So You Finally Remember

"So you finally remember?"

Ximen Xiu was not alarmed but delighted. He studied the rotting corpse with keen interest and said, "A tiny backwater like Tianjun producing a talent like you is no small feat. I kept you here to nurture a corpse for a thousand years—not so you could rot away completely in this place."

The corpse looked hideous, but an ordinary body, after a thousand years, should long since have crumbled to nothing.

Especially since this secret realm of the Bone-Burial Ground was cold and damp, which would only hasten the process of decay...

"Whoo—that was close. The power of this nuclear bomb is truly terrifying. A single moment of carelessness and both body and soul would be obliterated!" Ao Tian stared at the enormous crater, still shaken.

Zhao Yuan's decision met with opposition from every single person at the Old Mountain Base for the first time—yet Zhao Yuan was delighted. This was the spirit he had instilled in these people who had labored in obscurity for years at the Old Mountain Base, and it gladdened him far more than having everyone master some branch of learning.

"Actually, I think Yue Li's brother could give Brother Kris a run for his money. One's colder than the next—with you two around, we wouldn't even need air conditioning in summer." Chanyeol offered this remark in a small, timid voice.

At the same time, with the issuance of this declaration, the front pages of every newspaper's editions changed at once, all replaced with the headline "Peaceful Founding of the Nation."

With tens of thousands of savage beasts like these, let alone a cultivator at the Calamity Realm—even if a Heavenly Venerable Realm expert came, escape would be far from certain.

But as the chief official of this negotiation, for the honor of their empire, he could not stand by and watch matters deteriorate any further—otherwise this negotiation would be utterly ruined. No matter what, they had to uphold their empire's reputation now.

Only powerful yokai could obtain everything; strength was likewise what yokai had always dreamed of and pursued.

Liu Zijun and Li Yan's intrusion had certainly drawn a great deal of attention, for these prodigies were all waiting for the door at the center of the palace to open, and the two of them had made such a tremendous commotion that attracting attention was unavoidable.

Wang Zi'an said: "After marriage, the grain you grow, the wages you earn, your manuscript fees, and your copyright income are all joint marital property—don't you understand that?"

To Jiang Guangtou's words, the special forces operatives gave no response, merely holding their guns calmly without relaxing in the slightest, while Li Yifeng simply smiled at him and said nothing.

"Hello, Director Mao! Long time no see." Xia Jian laughed heartily and reached out to shake hands with Director Mao.

I desperately wanted to go over and help the wet nurse to her feet. Her whole body was in tatters, her hair hanging in a tangled mess, her bare feet covered in purple-red frostbite, the soles worn raw in many places. At first glance, she looked like the mad beggar woman of the East City.

The lavish furnishings, set within a natural cave dwelling and combined with the magnificent lighting, truly left one dazzled.

"What's Brother Nan doing heading into the mountains so early?" Lü Xuan asked casually as he poured wine and helped himself to food.

Long Luo flung out his hand, and the flames within the space vanished. Long Luo snorted, "What on earth is this black cauldron? It can't be broken, and fire won't burn it." At this moment Long Luo was completely on the defensive. Suddenly there was a tremendous boom, and the black space trembled as if someone were attacking the black cauldron.

Tong'er bit down on the other end of the blood-sucking device, slurping loudly. The man did not stir in the slightest, his expression entranced, as though basking in a delightful sunbath. Everyone was stunned! Even I was caught completely off guard by this sudden turn of events.

It was said that the immortals of Penglai Immortal Island were all beings of the divine rank, and the various treasures there were beyond counting.

One could also perform feats with spiritual power; so long as one had the method, one could employ Daoist arts and Buddhist divine powers—though the arts and powers here were, of course, of a low order.

The Seventh Prince wore a sky-blue brocade robe that set off his sharply defined features and handsome countenance. His golden hair was bound with a jade crown and fell to his waist. He walked at an unhurried pace, yet in the blink of an eye he stood before the crowd.

Pillar's mountain-like bulk came lunging over, still chewing peanuts in his mouth, a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.