Chapter 1617 - 294: The Most Difficult Turned Out the Smoothest

On Run Sheng's body, the Qi gates opened like a volcanic eruption, first with a surge of Deadman resentment, followed by an outburst of Evil Qi, and finally, the harmonization of ghost energy.

The three forces formed a tripod stance at this moment, sometimes separating, sometimes merging, flowing in and out of Run Sheng's various Qi gates.

This fusion didn't affect whether Run Sheng was awake; even if he was conscious, he could only sit there, watching himself, unable to intervene, and he wouldn't interfere.

When Uncle Qin used coffin nails to help Run Sheng open his Qi gates, he probably didn't expect that Run Sheng would rely on such brute-force techniques to step by step reach where he is today.

Others had to work tirelessly, exhausting their minds to comprehend and understand the cultivation techniques, just to make a slight progress, while Run Sheng carved his own body into the form that the cultivation technique liked most.

The most dynamic change happened to Lin Shuyou.

He just sat there, still bearing the blush from being teased by Tan Wenbin.

The divine shadow of the White Crane Child appeared before Lin Shuyou.

Even the Child had closed its eyes, entirely unconscious.

The reason Li Zhiyuan could observe everyone here was because, in reality, Li Zhiyuan hadn't died completely.

Firstly, the silhouette of the White Crane Child became more solid than before, which was quite similar to what the spirit beast of Tan Wenbin had achieved.

But a black beam of light was deflected when it tried to penetrate the White Crane Child's brow.

The divine shadow of the White Crane Child trembled.

Trying again, it was still deflected.

The trembling of the Child's divine shadow intensified.

Initially, Li Zhiyuan didn't know what this black light was, but soon he realized that it was... Seal.

However, the sealing was unsuccessful.

Due to the child's complex unit relationship: former official, current True Monarch, also supported by Nantong Corpse Recovery Li, and having sacrificed himself as Dragon King Zou Jiang.

Yet, although the seal failed, every black light strike that was deflected actually solidified the child's Divine Body, and these moments were purely free gains.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

If Li Zhiyuan could move normally now, he might find a way to help the child take on the seal after the solidification ended. But now, Li Zhiyuan can only perform basic actions; he cannot even leave the cockpit.

But fortunately, the child is not alone. After multiple unsuccessful seal attempts by the continuously dimming black light, in the end, it stopped aiming at the child and instead enveloped Lin Shuyou's brow.

This time, it successfully entered.

An armor identical to the one seen on the Ghost General before appeared on Lin Shuyou.

On Lin Shuyou's brow, as the White Crane True Monarch Mark flowed, a new black pattern emerged, and the two began entangling fiercely.

Ah You is not like Run Sheng; without the waterways formed in advance, he might need to spend considerable effort to adjust and organize in the future.

Li Zhiyuan's gaze swept over the entire rear compartment again, attempting to see the area behind the rear compartment, but still did not see Yin Meng.

At the rear of the vehicle, beyond the endless white bones, lies the yellow-brown Jiang Shui.

Yin Meng was on the vehicle clearly, yet now, she was not.

Li Zhiyuan suddenly thought of a possibility: Yin Meng offered herself as a sacrifice, meaning Yin Meng now... wouldn't she be at the Great Emperor's desk?

The car radio resumed with its static sound.

Li Zhiyuan was already satisfied.

Brother Liangliang in reality rejected thrice, securing three rewards benefits here.

Not easy, but commendable.

Each refusal doubled the enormous pressure; it's known that most ordinary people standing before Him willingly obey His commands.

Moreover, what Xue Liangliang faces is His active demand.

It is literally negotiating with King Yan.

And His status far exceeds King Yan in enormously many ways.

Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Liangliang."

However, when the radio produced sound again, even Li Zhiyuan was stunned.

"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo... woo woo woo..."

Brother Liangliang broke down, he cried.

Along with it came sounds of furniture being moved and feet stomping the floor.

Listening to the sounds, one could mentally picture the scene.

Yet Li Zhiyuan still found it hard to imagine how someone like Xue Liangliang, sitting on the ground hugging a report, continuously crying like a child.

Li Zhiyuan began to reflect on whether his yesterday's reminder... went too far?

Or if he underestimated his own importance in Brother Liangliang's heart.

The once young student, disregarding classmates' playful teasing by the campfire next to the river, now whimpered in tears, curling up in a corner, repeatedly shaking his head, thrashing his legs, while brother Luo and Mr. Zhai tried to assist him:

"Woo woo woo... Don't give it to you... Won't give it... Just can't give it to you!"

Seeing this, Mr. Luo's earlier displeasure vanished completely, worrying if Xue Liangliang was under too much work pressure or experiencing mental issues lately, feeling heartache with red-rimmed eyes, yet not knowing what to do, unable to call for help, not letting outsiders notice, fearing such rumors would severely affect the child's future.

At this moment, what comradeship, what relationship with predecessors, what virtue of high moral standards, Mr. Luo couldn't care less; Xue Liangliang was not only his student but also his "son" in his eyes.

"Liangliang, not giving, we won't give, teacher will take you to make the report, not giving it to anyone, not anyone at all!"

Mr. Zhai stood beside him, the initial awkwardness and worries of various emotions gradually wiped away from his face.

Looking at the man almost driven insane holding the report, Mr. Zhai's eyes even revealed some deep amusement.

The hardest part was proceeding most smoothly.

Oddly, the easiest part had problems.

Although called "Immortals fighting", the string connecting them exhibited surprising independence.

He not only refused to play just the role of a string but also made determined efforts to stir things up, crazily and boldly grabbing benefits into his own bowl.

Even after countless servings, he remains unsatisfied.

Inside the truck.

Equally shocked, Li Zhiyuan heard a dignified and oppressive voice representing an utmost will, intolerant of violation, upon touch descends death.

"How big is your appetite, really?"

The terrifying pressure struck, yet instead caused Li Zhiyuan to quickly calm his mind state; the young man didn't directly answer the question but instead exclaimed with surprise and doubt:

"Is that you, Master?"