Chapter 32

Zhao Huixian herself was anything but virtuous. She was strikingly beautiful and constantly attracted the attention of men. More importantly, she never refused any benefits those men offered her. Meanwhile, in the eyes of the villagers, her husband was nothing more than a pushover.

Evil Self strode into the circular building. Inside, at its heart, was a massive open-air arena, ringed on all sides by towering barbarian cultivators, all of whom now fixed their gaze upon the stage in the center.

"When I was ten, I went up the mountain," Zheng Yuanqi recounted, spitting out the last grape skin and pausing his storytelling for the day. "As soon as my master saw me, he declared I was a once-in-a-generation genius, destined to ascend and become immortal, to join the celestial ranks and guard the peace of the Three Realms. Pfft!"

In the depths of the vast wilderness stood a colossal city, but to call it a city was perhaps misleading; it was more like a continent surrounded by walls.

He loved this song deeply, for it always helped him forget all the hardships of the world and rediscover the tranquility of his childhood within his memories.

A month later, after the relentless forces of nature had worked their course, countless species appeared on the planets within the inner space of the Temporal Gold Sphere.

The Witch of Ghost Gu took a step closer to the edge of the cliff. The purple wooden bowl in her hands began to glow with a radiant light, lifting her into the air.

Chen Suying scoffed. "If you regret it now, why did you do it then? Save your words for the brother whose life you ruined, whose family you destroyed!" With a wave of her sleeve, two underworld wardens stepped forward and dragged the ghost away.

Just as Su Han reached the entrance to the bamboo forest by the Southern Sea, he got out of the car and immediately spotted Tao Yi looking around anxiously.

That day, they finally arrived at a populated place—a bustling, lively town.

But by then, the world’s attention was no longer on the outcome of a mere regular season match. The playoffs had arrived, and the first round had become the focus of everyone’s excitement.

The special forces had already infiltrated the castle from the side. Not long after, they seized control and lowered the drawbridge.

Just as water can quench fire, so too can an overwhelming blaze vaporize water into steam.

At that moment, a hoarse, low voice suddenly echoed from midair. As the solar corona’s expression turned to shock and suspicion, a vast cloud of black mist pierced the sky like lightning and plunged straight into Neobaltan’s chest.

Suddenly, a faint rustling came from the direction of the main gate. Hui Jianzhi looked up instinctively and was startled to see three men at her door. Two of them were peeking around the edges, and when they saw her gaze, they immediately grinned.

Back then, Zhang Xiao had suspected that this man's mental strength came from some external source—and now it was proven true.

Sparks exploded in rapid succession. The brown tentacles, which had been surging forward, suddenly halted in midair, then began to writhe and spasm as if in excruciating pain.

If he chose to accept all this, he would not even need to spend any time; his very nature had already changed. The next time he faced the monstrous serpent, it would no longer affect his blade. He would remain flawless, able to wield the demon-headed saber at will.

Li Fan had already discussed these tasks with the staff earlier, so there was no need for further concern. His focus this time was on overseeing the background music, special effects, and the final overall result.

"The king has ordered me north to Qianze, but I’ve heard that Qiongyu is suffering from a drought, which troubles His Majesty greatly. I also want to do something for her and for Haotian," Zong Feng said, growing more aggrieved as he spoke.

It turned out that the young master he had always regarded as a helpless thirteen-year-old was nothing more than an illusion created by his own mind.

"Young Master Fujiwara, you must be joking. The Swordsmith Manor has always belonged to the martial world, independent of the court’s affairs. When officials seek swords, they must follow our rules. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help you," sighed the elder surnamed Fu.

In a moment of desperation, Zhao Qifeng quickly raised his voice and shouted toward the door, hoping to distract the men outside and seize the chance to slip away.

Wang Cheng was the eldest son of his family, his cultivation having reached the eighth level of the Golden Core stage. With his exceptional talent, he was one in a million and the best candidate for clan leader.

As they spoke, the two of them reached the rear hatch of the Kun-style fighter jet. Waiting at the entrance was the pilot—Phil Coulson’s old partner, the notorious Iron Cavalry herself, Melinda May.

He knew it was not a mere fright, but rather that the great illusion set by his father had damaged Alai’s mind.

Ji Moqinghe’s voice was low and hoarse, and Jixin suddenly found their posture a bit strange. Ji Moqinghe’s breathing was deep; if he leaned in just a little more, he could almost kiss Jixin.

There are always some unsavory characters in the cultivation world, boastful of their strength and feigning cleverness, when in fact they are truly loathsome. Those who share their stench are a breed apart.

Within the tribe of witch doctors, it resembled a vast village. Children played in the streets, and Lei Sheng led the two of them into a courtyard house.

Yang Xueman did not leave, but Yan Qingcheng did. Yang Xueman was still visibly agitated, so much so that she did not even mention entrusting company matters to Yan Qingcheng.

Chen Li’s strength was such that, among his peers, the only ones who could rival him were the equally invincible demon god Chiyou, and that Erlang True Lord—Yang Jian—who, after five centuries of closed eyes, would awaken only to slay the Jade Emperor himself.