Chapter 30

If she hadn't gone looking for him, how could she have coincidentally been poisoned by that snake, and then, by chance, serve as the antidote for his Seven-Day Dispersal poison?

"Enough with the 'buts' and 'ifs'! In any case, we are all going to cultivate together," Yun Feng said coldly.

"In the Valley of No Return, there is no such thing as one person serving a sentence for another. Since Li Lu has taken me as his master, he must abide by the valley's rules," Mo Ting said sternly.

Yan Qing remained his usual self, wearing black trousers and a white knit sweater—a simple black-and-white ensemble—paired with metal-framed glasses. He looked every bit the intellectual: profound and steady.

"Oh, my, my! Truly worthy of being the world-renowned 'Good Old Man.' Even your gambling is done to prevent your disciples from slaughtering each other. Tsk, tsk, such a refined and lofty soul indeed!" Mo Ting said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ye Fei’s madness, combined with the terrifying combat power of the Battle Shamans, caused all the Shaman Gods upon the divine thrones to turn pale with shock.

Yet, Yan Ye refused to speak. She wanted him to feel anxious, to let him know how painful it felt when she had liked him and been rejected in return.

To be honest, the term "Soul-Whipping" from the mysophobic man startled Lan Mi. She had heard that it was a cruel torture method inflicted upon the soul.

Today, Mu Wange abandoned her usual plain robes and donned a vibrant crimson gown. Even with a veil covering her face, it could not hide her breathtaking beauty; her slender waist was delicate, and she looked more radiant than any flower.

If it were up to Ye Chuan’s explosive temper, he would have long since kicked Lin Ruhai. But he had been so terrified by Ximen Zhui Xue that he didn't even dare to speak.

"You’re quite young, yet your vigilance is rather high. I appreciate you more and more. Why not call your guardian over to join the fun?"

"Uh, don't be like that. I just came to see you. And look, I bought the mangoes and Beijing roast duck you like," Zhang Qianhua said as he walked into the courtyard.

She had found it unbelievable when she first heard it, but those people looked very professional, claiming that Yang Yuwei’s advertisement shoot had been halfway finished when she was suddenly ordered to be replaced.

At that moment, a sound like rolling thunder echoed in his mind. Jiang Yiye felt a sudden flash of inspiration and gasped, inhaling sharply.

Thinking of Wen Shangxiu’s retreating figure and his eyes filled with hurt and disappointment last time, Nian An still felt a twinge of guilt.

But what Nian An did not know was that Gu Junyan had actually lived in military barracks during his youth, a place far more primitive than this.

The loot dropped by that boss, aside from the Sand Essence that Bu Lan had taken, included many other valuable items that would take them a good while to divide.

Her fear was not feigned; it was part of the reason for her reaction just now, while the other part was the thought of Wang Yichen.

The water ghosts on the deck suddenly began to roar in unison, as if in protest. They did not agree, they refused, and they wanted the entire ferry to be buried with them.

If not for these scandalous revelations, her love for Zhou Yan would have been a poignant, unrequited love story.

Hearing this, the crowd turned their gazes toward the raw stone in Su Chen's arms. Immediately, a wave of discussion broke out, most of which was skeptical about the stone's value.

The windows here were larger, and Tao Shan and Hu Ya enjoyed the view, which was no different today. The only difference was that there was no good scenery to admire; at best, they could see the cruel face of an apocalypse.

Ji Yiyang stepped down the stairs, not forcing the city gates open, but walking toward the palace like a living corpse.

There were not many cars on the roads in this era, but Ning Yue’s sudden stop in the middle of the street blocked a truck behind her, causing the driver to lean hard on the horn.

The man who first proposed dealing with Ling Yue spoke coldly. He was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, his indifferent eyes filled with murderous intent.

But it seemed he could only endure, for he had no other options.

Not all magic schools had a house system; everyone had their own unique characteristics and disliked following trends.

Jiang Ming said those large fish resembled the Ran-Yi fish. The fatty asked if that was also recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Jiang Ming confirmed it, explaining that the fish had a hard shell rich in phosphorus, which burns when exposed to oxygen. It was possible the Vermilion Bird fire-birds ate the fish to create fuel for combustion.

The lines between the words did not mention the masked man, as he did not want to involve him; he was, after all, an outsider.

His hand gripped Jiang Qianyu, who began to sob in his arms. Su Chen comforted her incessantly.

Over seventy thousand Rank-One spirit veins were nothing to Huang Long now. However, what frustrated him was that after visiting over three hundred shops, he hadn't found the mid-grade Great Dao artifacts he needed, and the Soul Stones and Devil-Devouring Fruits were nowhere to be found.

Standing before the metal altar, Lu Xiusi prayed with the devotion of a casual conversation, his hands pressed against his chest as he softly called upon the spirits of the Resting Place.

"Is he alright?" Lola still remembered the life-and-death struggle with Quillianna before she lost consciousness.

The intense and violent collision caused the swords and the white sword-light screen to shatter. At that moment, it was as if countless rainbows had crumbled, and falling blossoms scattered everywhere. Sword energy raged wildly, as if to grind everything into dust. Within the Infinite Killing Array, it felt like the apocalypse had arrived.

In the hallway, the mocking voices of the confinement room guards echoed, along with the sound of the iron door grating against the ground.

The crowd whispered among themselves, but Shen Yi merely chuckled, casually pulling out the equipment he had prepared long ago from his Bloodied Emblem.

Immediately after, sounds of fighting erupted above. Knowing he could not hesitate any longer, Lu Xiusi rushed out of the cellar regardless of the danger.

A more intense, stinging pain flared from the depths of her soul. Bai Luji could not help but groan. Her already pale face drained of all color, and her tall, slender frame swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Huang Yi did not expect Luo Ha to deny it and instead accuse him of spouting nonsense, which made him burn with rage.