Chapter 63: Enlightening the True Self

Gao Laishun and his team quickly searched You Zhixun's home, uncovering a large stash of unspent cash and ration coupons, alongside the identification cards and introductory letters belonging to the missing procurement agents.

As for the bodies of the agents, according to You Zhixun, they had all been reduced to ashes.

He was in charge of the coal mine’s boiler room—a rather secluded spot where few people ever ventured, which provided him with immense convenience for disposing of the corpses.

"You scumbag, go to hell!"

"Conflict is inevitable," Chu Chen said indifferently. He was not a cruel and merciless person; even if a conflict were to arise, he had no intention of taking anyone's life, especially since there was no deep-seated enmity between them.

At the center of the assessment hall stood a large arena, heavily guarded by defensive formations so that any combat taking place within would not affect the outside.

Lin Xingyuan was unaware that she had been drugged by Fu Jinliang. Seeing that she could not speak, although he sensed something was amiss, he had no idea where to begin dealing with it.

Just as the man was speaking smugly, a withered hand suddenly lashed out fiercely from the void, striking him squarely in the chest. The terrifying hand pierced straight through him, and with a vicious tear, his physical body burst apart, spraying blood everywhere.

The manager shook his head and turned to retrace his steps. The guests in this private room were close friends of the proprietress, so they had to be looked after with the utmost care, without the slightest bit of negligence. Coincidentally, Chong Tiange was seated downstairs. He could afford to offend neither side, leaving him running up and down, utterly frantic and terrified of making a single misstep that might provoke a disaster.

Rong Tian's hand, holding a potato chip, paused mid-air. She opened her mouth slightly and, following Chong Tiange's gaze, looked up at the screen.

In fact, quite a few people harbored the exact same thought as him; it was simply that he happened to be the one closest to Zheng Yuan and the others.

Among nearly two thousand Star Martial experts, exactly one hundred emitted a brilliant white light, each corresponding one-on-one to a white seat.

Xiao Naihe's large hand collided with the Primordial Chaos Furnace, producing a deafening, muffled roar that directly blasted the furnace away. He himself was also affected to a certain extent, his footsteps staggering back several paces in the void. As his gaze swept sharply across the scene, he happened to see Chu Chen flying toward the ancient coffin.

"That existence... perhaps it is no longer at a level we can comprehend. Just who could it be?" the Wood Emperor murmured at that moment. As he watched the scene unfold, he felt that the aura was somewhat familiar, yet he could not quite place it.

Lin Qi and Chen Xi instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, expecting the enemy to waste breath demanding their surrender or shouting similar nonsense. To their surprise, the moment the two ghosts appeared, they charged straight at them with hooked longswords raised.

With her breathing unstable, the openings she exposed multiplied. Chu Yue'an simply rolled between his legs, thrusting her dagger upward to stab him directly in the foot.

"How dare you lay a hand on my people? Have you got a death wish?" Mu Weichen strode over, his face flushed with anger as he barked the words.

Li Quzhuo's parents were also flattered and overwhelmed with shock; it was the first time they had ever dined with the mayor, and it might well be the only time in their lives.

"I told you, I am not going abroad to study." Mo Bohong never expected that his father would personally come to the school for the sole purpose of forcing him to study abroad.

"An entry jade token of the Prajna Sect? The Martial Manor managed to get their hands on something like this?" Wu Xinghe was extremely surprised, knowing that even the top-tier aristocratic families in Hongcheng might not be able to acquire one.

Hearing their words, Fang Cheng was utterly bewildered, having no clue what they were talking about, and looked at the three of them in confusion.

Out of thin air, the meteor hammer that Lin Qi had obtained from the Third Elder of the Ziyun Sect appeared in his hand. He swept his divine sense over it and could not help praising it aloud. A mid-grade spirit treasure was a rare sight across the entire Zhou Kingdom. Moreover, it perfectly matched his current realm of cultivation, and his primordial energy was entirely sufficient to drive this spirit treasure to unleash its full power.

The front door of the house was pushed open, and Su Muqiu and Ye Xiu rushed in carrying a large bag, hastily shoving everything that was blocking the doorway out of the way.