Chapter 35

As it pulsated, threads of blood-red silk continuously surged from the heart, spreading across its surface like exposed veins. They flowed throughout the entire organ before returning to the heart, a cycle that repeated endlessly.

Upon hearing this, the commanders could no longer sit still. As martial artists, they understood better than anyone what these four words signified. A top-tier secret manual was a rarity in the entire martial world; if they truly obtained one as Jin Dacheng claimed, dominating the Xiong Prefecture would surely be as easy as turning over one's palm.

Gu Lan was exhausted. Having just ignited herself to escape from Hua Yin’s dreamscape yesterday, she was now being hunted by the entire world. Her life seemed destined for endless turmoil.

Taking a flashlight from her pocket—a modified version with extra lamp beads, brighter than a standard one—Liang Kai pinned all his hopes on it.

Medusa ignored her, walking instead to Xiao Shu’s side, her eyes shimmering as if reflecting moonlight.

Deep within the divine essence lay a slumbering figure, draped in the pelt of a giant wolf, exuding an aura of untamed wildness.

A few minutes later, the waiter interrupted Duan Geng’s attempt to dig a hole of embarrassment into the floor, serving the meal.

"Today, Fuxi abdicates, passing the throne to Shennong. May the Holy Mother and the Ancestor Haochen be aware of this," Fuxi murmured to the two stone statues before him.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through her mind. A second later, the door slammed shut. Ling Hui sitting there was undoubtedly an insult to her; Duan Muyan was not so base as to endure it, and she ran out in tears.

Qiao Siyan’s son was already several years old, and she had her own children too. Why was she still dwelling on the past?

Liu Qiang lowered his head and nodded silently. He finally understood his mistake and realized he should be held responsible for his actions.

Since this was just a selection, Lu Ming did not plan to take it seriously. As long as he made the top five, nothing else mattered.

Yet now, Lin Yan was multitasking right before his eyes, splitting his spiritual power into three distinct threads. For a moment, he even doubted if he were dreaming.

Having lived two lifetimes, with the previous one spent as a corporate wage slave, Jiang Feng was adept at navigating the complexities of human relationships.

This was the first time the team members had seen Sun Shan act in person, and they were struck with awe, viewing him as both a celestial being and a heartless demon.

He had been secretly learning many of Sun Shan’s songs in private these days, though only through hearsay and imitation.

Tang Nian was the lead, while Xu Hao, playing another significant role, wore a black suit over a white shirt, perfectly highlighting his subtle yet sculpted physique.

Xu Xin’er was much more reserved this time, offering a bow to Bai Ye and Leng Lingxue before preparing to take her seat.

He had been enjoying the bullfighting and the audience's adoration, so why had an old man suddenly appeared to ruin his fun?

Even if he couldn't secure a spot on the team, he could still strive for more learning opportunities, couldn't he?

This was to ensure their guilt was firmly established in the hearts of the disciples. Evidence no longer mattered; to any person with normal reasoning, all signs pointed toward them. Gu Xing was neither rushed nor annoyed, even pausing to look back at the disciples who had followed him to surround the mountain.

"Cough, cough... we weren't discussing anything. How is the Nine Heavens Condensation coming along?" The Old Medicine King remained indifferent, brushing aside Wu Liang's question.

Galietodos, his right arm in a cast, glared furiously at the younger generation of his family. Everyone present lowered their heads in guilt, Shikajiaen among them.

The blood was absorbed by the "Shadowless Stele," which flickered in and out of existence, glowing with iridescent light as four large characters appeared upon it.

People of this era were relatively indifferent to such things, but if this were the future, you would be sued into bankruptcy within minutes.

The "Trace-Extinguishing" sword energy flew out and merged into the envoy’s body, leaving no trace behind.

Wu Qinfen was helpless; the food he had snatched from the claws of those "living stones" had to be returned obediently.

"Then what do you want it to be?" Zhang Moxian asked with a hoarse voice, swallowing repeatedly as he stared with burning eyes.

Not only that, many places used special codes to convey more detailed field conditions.

The man in black was silenced; clearly, he hadn't thought that far ahead. He nodded secretly and said nothing more.

Faced with the first demand Zhang Lan had raised so righteously, those present were stunned, seemingly caught off guard that he would bring up such an issue.

Xuesheng thought that acting might be the most incredible profession in the world, because what is faked can become real, and it can even kill.

Even if Ye Qiao were made of iron and steel, she should have felt pain by now. Yes, she was prone to making mistakes in everything she did, and Yu Lan’s demands were sometimes perversely strict.

Xuesheng let out a long sigh. She gazed at the velvet-black sky, thinking that peaceful days were over.

"Yes!" The man gasped, yet he nodded and signaled his men to cross the river by boat.

Chu Si felt a slight sense of relief, but her consciousness could no longer hold on. Before she fainted, she heard the shrill voice of a eunuch.

"I want to see if your heart is still warm," Beichen Xiao looked at her with a sneer. "Ling Weichu, no matter what I do, can I never win back your heart?"

In this situation, the orthodox sects and the Demonic Sect would surely rise to seize the position of hegemon in the human world. If so, wouldn't the Emei Sect and the Xuantian Sect be merely paving the way for others?

In the meat grinder that was Nanjing, the sacrifice of corps commanders, major general division commanders, and major general brigade commanders for the country was no longer news. It was truly difficult for Zhang Xuewu to concern himself with the life or death of a major battalion commander.

The Crown Prince appeared gentle but was actually cold. Fortunately, he showed a modicum of respect toward her and heartfelt love for the Imperial Grandson. With these two things, the Crown Princess felt it was enough.

Dadian Shangren and Master Yuqing were shocked to see Ling Yun ignore the calls of Gongzhi Huang and Gu Chen, rushing directly toward the Golden Ship.