Chapter 34

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Most importantly, neither Shen Daodao nor he had ever ridden their own spirit beasts at a full gallop for such a long, uninterrupted stretch of time.

He immediately returned to his old manner, clapped Shaokang on the shoulder, and laughed heartily along with him.

To Yuki Kimura’s great surprise, Ai Shibuya’s mother not only stopped beside the garbage heap, but also began rummaging through it for something.

He reached out, picked up a piece of tofu, and was just about to put it into his mouth when a soldier entered from outside and reported that the old man from that afternoon had come again.

It was your support that gave me the strength to continue writing. It was your support that allowed me, despite my complicated state of mind, to keep writing and persevere. With your support, I will surely bring the world I have envisioned fully to life.

Now that Liang Shiji, who had been defending the city at Xiajiang, had also been defeated, Liu Zheng immediately realized that the rebels’ next target would soon be his county of Xingan.

“Mr. Kimura, is it all right to put this here?” the movers asked as Yuki Kimura was thinking this.

They say that concern breeds confusion. She had completely failed to notice that the Yin Empress, Zhu Yuyan, was quietly following behind her. Although Shi Zhixuan had forbidden her from causing trouble for the woman, she could use this opportunity to investigate her capabilities, which would also serve as preparation for their duel a month later.

Rigor mortis usually develops in a certain sequence, most often from top to bottom—the so-called descending type. It begins with the masseter and neck muscles, followed by the facial muscles, then the trunk, upper limbs, and lower limbs.

“Your wife?” Only then did Nan Xiangchuan, who had remained silent all along, curl the corner of his mouth and look toward Ye Feng.

“Are you really still the same Ye Zimo I knew back then?” Meng Xiao’s throat trembled as well.

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Another outcome was that the enterprises making up the majority of the total number—those that had failed to compete or at least had not gained an advantage—would undergo a process of reorganization into a division of labor and cooperation with the larger enterprises.

“Black-Headed Berserk Wasp Talisman!” Ye Feng gazed darkly at the black spirit talisman in Huang Ling’s hand, one finger resting on the Bilan Spirit Ring.

Lin Jie had struck with sufficient force, and the bridge of his nose—already extremely fragile and sensitive—was seared by a pain so intense it seemed to tear his heart apart.

The men lined up one after another, stringing themselves together as they stumbled through the rain of arrows like blind men learning to walk. It was undeniably comical to anyone watching from the side. But as the laughter continued, they noticed something unusual and began imitating them one after another.

Whether it was genuine or not, Huang Fei knew that he could not let anyone else learn of the gold coin. He secretly made up his mind, wrapped the coin again in the piece of cloth, and put it back into his pocket.

Liang Chen nodded with a bitter smile. Perhaps at that moment, this tiny promise was all he could give her.

That was precisely what made this man frightening. Nothing could be concealed from him; there was never even a chance to beat around the bush before he exposed the truth with a single merciless sentence.

A mournful cry rang out like thunder. The enormous claw struck again, intending to tear the killer of his son in half with a single swipe. By then, Mu Qingshan was already gravely wounded. He had no strength to resist, and not even enough to flee. He could only watch helplessly as the claw came crashing down, his life hanging by a thread.

Under Dan Qingluo’s guidance, Mu Yun and the others reached the front hall with virtually no effort. The Ancient Immortal Clan Chief had already been waiting there for quite some time, prepared to receive them.

At the Third Prince’s residence, Xue’er would show the faintest smile only in front of the child. Before him, she was always quiet.

Mo Yunchen was caught between laughter and tears. His grandfather was always like this—never sparing a thought for him, simply leaving whenever he pleased. As a result, Mo Yunchen could only depart by sword. Summoning the Moon-Devouring Immortal Sword, he immediately stepped onto it. Although the area was thick with trees, flying on his sword was still barely possible.

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She truly thought Lu Xuanran was so foolish that he could not even tell who the real master of the Lu family was.

I listened to Liu Jinhong’s words. There was something strange about them, making me feel that she had gone mad, yet also that she was perfectly lucid. I chased after her, but then saw Liu Jinhong emerge again. She was holding a bundle, and she grabbed my hand and walked out with me. Her face was filled with delight, without the slightest trace of sorrow.

Later, Yan An was taken to the police station. The spirit medium refused to see a doctor, insisting instead on returning home to prepare some herbal medicine and smear it over herself. Afterward, she began worshiping her White Immortal.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

In the pine forest filled with the shrieking sounds of objects slicing through the air, pine needles shot through the trees like steel pins. Yet the figures of Feibei and Fu’er had already vanished without a trace.

By the time the officiant had finished everything, the old Sea Serpent King had already calmed down. He lay on the bed, eyes wide open, while two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

Immediately after Yun Shitian’s voice fell silent, a hint of warmth appeared in Hai Mofeng’s perpetually cold eyes. He said something, then turned to glance at the six sect leaders behind him.

Although the two men were suspended in midair, neither held an immortal sword, and they were also some distance away from the disciples. From time to time, they smiled, appearing to be discussing something, though it was impossible to tell whether the subject had anything to do with Mu Yun and the others.

Of course, to him, the true value of this heavenly tribulation did not lie in the advancement of his cultivation, but in the continuously increasing charge of the system: fifteen percent, twenty percent, thirty percent... Almost every moment, the power level was rising at a疯狂 rate.

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