Chapter 52: Number One

Wei Shenme quickly reminded Ying Shu, "The soil is heavily polluted. The people of this planet are unaffected only because they have lived here for generations. But the people of Blue Star are different. The moment you pull out this black earth, it could cause them to fall ill or even die."

"Is it really that serious?" Ying Shu looked at the dirt clinging to her hand. "Why am I fine?"

"Probably because you are an esper or a mystic master, which shields you from the effects. But I wouldn't dare guarantee it with prolonged exposure."

They had all participated in last night's stakeout operation and were catching up on sleep at home when they were abruptly dragged out of bed. Seething with anger and muttering curses under their breath, they arrived at the command office of the prefecture.

Although Liu Baoyu lacked that level of ability, merely creating a specialized spatial pocket was more than enough to trap this mindless, monstrous insect.

At that moment, hearing the commotion, Lin Gancao came over as well. The old house had terrible soundproofing, and the slightest rustle could be heard clearly.

For instance, if you require ultra-fine particles of medicinal herbs, you could easily spend tens of thousands of yuan to purchase an "800-mesh pulverizer." The fine powder produced by this machine is hardly any different from that made by the traditional "water-levigation method," while saving you a massive amount of labor costs.

This was because they had discovered Zhao Xue here—that bracelet on her wrist was unmistakable; there was simply no way it could be wrong.

Suddenly, above the ruins of the Azure Underworld Immortal Sect's mountain gate, a pale blue curtain of light slowly rose. At first, it was as soft as gossamer, but in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a tangible, impenetrable barrier, enveloping the entire sect site.

Wu Xian gathered the items hidden in the secret compartment, packed them into a bag, and racked his brain, wondering why everything had been fine until now, only for disaster to strike so suddenly.

"The Crown Prince doesn't even come anymore; who would possibly be in the mood to eavesdrop on me!" With a dejected sigh, she sat down, her expression terrifyingly dark and gloomy.

When Song Zhixin emerged from the forest, clutching the topographical map left behind by the Duan sisters, he saw Su Qingran gazing at him with an icy, indifferent expression.

Sheng Molan cast a glance at Sheng Rulan, unusually refraining from starting a fight. Instead, she looked into the distance at the approaching carriage, her gaze filled with a hint of obsessive fascination.

After turning off all the lights except the one over his own desk, the office plunged into darkness, taking on an almost eerie appearance.

"Are we still walking for a long time?" Seeing him suddenly lapse into a trance, lost in thought, Ye Nanxi couldn't help furrowing her brows. Sensing that he was most likely brooding over matters concerning herself and wishing to prevent him from dwelling on it any further, she pressed on with another question.

Hearing this, Ye Nanzhen's expression outside shifted slightly, and she bit her lip. After holding back for a good while, she ultimately lost what little patience she had and stormed straight into Madam Nian's room. Ye Nanwei was stunned, and before the two maidservants outside could react, Ye Nanzhen had already forced her way inside.

A terrifyingly immense aura surged from deep beneath the earth. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power was sufficiently formidable; otherwise, that single wave of pressure alone would have forced him flat onto the ground.

And just as Zhang Ruochen struck down that powerhouse of the Undead tribe, a chilling murderous intent suddenly welled up in the Red Fox King's eyes, and she actually lashed out with a palm strike aimed straight at Zhang Ruochen's back.

"What? Surrender?" Sophisticated and worldly as they both were, Guo Ye's blunt words still left the two of them utterly stunned and dumbfounded.

Combat at that tier—let alone Di Yunxiao stepping in—even if Ape King himself intervened, the ultimate outcome would undoubtedly be complete obliteration, reducing him utterly to fine ash.

With this casual and indifferent remark, Zhang Cuihua finally departed from the densely crowded area. The moment her formidable, muscular figure shifted away, a considerable amount of space suddenly opened up.

The sonic shockwave crashed into the three of them. Even with their cultivation levels, their eardrums were shattered by the piercing sound, blood streamed from their seven facial orifices, and their bodies were sent hurtling backward through a disorienting, spinning void.

Ye Nanxi smiled, glanced up at the sky, and then composed her thoughts before returning indoors to sort out her subsequent plans. Regardless of the circumstances, since she had chosen this path, she had to take charge of her own destiny and walk it well.