Chapter 48: Celebrity Big Survival 8
Almost instantly approved, and once through, she received a message. She was instructed to add the Tai Chi Sect’s personnel contact on WeChat, after which she was added to the sect’s large group chat. Shortly after, she received a link to the personnel department’s website—an internal portal for the Tai Chi Sect.
Nan Chu clicked into the Tai Chi Sect’s site and found it was very straightforward:
[Introduction to the Sect]
[Sect Information]
[Sect Rules]
[Sect Missions]
[Sect Examinations]
This was hardly surprising, as even the elders in her own family, when teaching, tended to show some favoritism and refrained from strict discipline.
Jian Han closed the script, remaining silent for a long while. Her delicate face showed not a trace of joy; instead, a faint anger crept between her brows.
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Upon hearing this, the crowd showed expressions of shock. The Shaman cult had entered the country in ancient times and caused tremendous upheaval. The so-called “divine dances” from earlier years were legacies of the Shaman cult, founded on the doctrine of the soul—mysterious even in this era. The notes left by the shamans undoubtedly recorded some eerie matters.
Her eldest brother was still unconscious. If her sister were to succumb to a terminal illness, leaving only him alone, what would he do?
Lin Xiang, burning with jealousy and rage, bent his body forward, clenched his teeth fiercely, and struggled to utter a single word: “Yes!” With that, he strode out of the room.
They noticed that from the black eyes ahead suddenly emanated an extremely terrifying aura of energy.
In truth, Er Lang’s intelligence was only a notch above that of an ordinary dog, but with the addition of the parrot, Zhao Kun still felt uneasy.
How had Feng Jingliang been deceived by her grandmother, forgetting all past memories with her, and siding with the grandmother against her?
That was the power of the Great Dragon Sword Soul, not something easily dispelled. Even if the opponent were a venerable elder who had remained in place for a hundred years, that sword soul’s power was likely only temporarily suppressed.
However, now that Luo Min had stepped into the realm of the God King—and had mastered the supreme secret arts—her combat strength was enough to rival that of a divine being, meaning she was even stronger than Li Chenxuan.
Just as everyone sighed in relief, the elite monsters lurking among the ordinary ones brought a new deadly threat.
Suddenly, the cabin darkened. A black mist rose from the ground and condensed before them into a blurry human silhouette.
Meng Fei’s words almost convinced himself. He planned to study his recent conjectures more thoroughly when he had time and share them later with Isril.
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He turned around, raising his staff to illuminate the area, wanting to see what building stood behind Griswald, and why it was so strange.
“Who’s there?” Meng Liang asked again, his gaze following the direction the elder pointed to. There stood a sword, one of many like those in the Sword Mausoleum, plunged blade-first into the earth.
The steward matron secretly felt relieved. She knew the Empress Dowager and the Empress had long been at odds, always finding fault with one another. Now, the Empress Dowager was clearly heading over to pick a fight, and she would surely not return for at least a couple of hours.
At this moment, Dongfang Bubai’s expression turned icy cold, his eyes indifferent, as if the person before him was nothing more than a plaything to crush at will.
Soon after, the warriors of the Klie Tribe began to scatter desperately under the onslaught of the Tabu Tribe and the caravan’s soldiers.
Rowen reached out his hand toward the two children inside the cave. Mechanically, they both stretched out their hands toward Rowen.
The springs in the eyes of the Ice and Fire Two Poles churned as Lin Tong fell into them. Though brief, amid the surge of water, Lin Tong quietly sank beneath the surface. The water calmed once more; the milky white and crimson remained distinctly divided. Mist still hung in the air, and all returned to silence.
Lin Tong’s mental strength was formidable; he quickly adjusted his spirit. Yet he did not rush to open his eyes. Only after sensing Huliena’s mind had calmed did he open his eyes—and at that moment, they both opened their eyes together.