Chapter 38
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She no longer cared about how they had parted ways back then, who was right or wrong, or how much helplessness and compulsion had been involved. Aotian told Ran he would teach Tian Zhen suitable dance steps, and Ran would choose one. However, he chose the competitive tango style, while Ran preferred another type. It was only then that everyone realized the mischievous girl had tried to secretly poison Duan Yu with a venomous needle, but Nangong Aotian had turned the attack back on her. The poison needle was one of the deadly hidden weapons used by the Star Sect. Whether by design or accident, none of them wanted to talk much about returning to Nancheng. After further inquiry, Qin Chen learned that Xinghe Academy was exactly in Tianwu King's City, so there was no need for lengthy discussion—they set off immediately. Although his combat strength was weak, he deliberately put on a strong front for her sake. Song Qingxiao saw that Gu Xiaoyi was already sharpening her blade, ready to strike, and hastily changed the subject awkwardly. It was well known that the jade bee golden needle poison of the Ancient Tomb Sect was rare and deadly; even one needle could be hard to withstand, let alone being struck by several during fierce battle while blood was rushing rapidly. Everyone on the hillside could not bear to watch, convinced that Qing Muyang would be torn to pieces by the zombies. Fox Television's live broadcast of the Iraq War cut temporarily to Cohen's speech at the Pentagon. Daniel said that once he decided on a nominee, whether Jerry or the new director Rob Marshall, the choice would be taken seriously, naturally. Scarlett and other candidates, if similar or slightly inferior, might still land the role. Sard, wearing white gloves and looking grim, refused to shake hands with Cai Guodong, pushing past him to sit carelessly behind his desk, lighting a cigar with his aide’s lighter. In the Netherworld, inside a great hall of the Lich King's castle in Nether City, the Lich King’s expression was cold and stern as a black staff appeared in his hand. He muttered an obscure incantation, then the black staff emitted a beam of dark light into the void before vanishing. Soon, the intense pain rendered him unable to make a sound. His hoarse, broken cries, like a broken gong, sent chills down the spine.
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The Pine Crane Pavilion naturally became a favorite spot among many underworld figures and martial artists. Despite targeting the powerful Geng Snake clan, warriors continued to die without any clues emerging. After returning to reality, some wailed loudly, crying out to the heavens, begging to go back, but no one paid attention. They realized the opportunity had passed; it was a divine chance—entering the game allowed a return to the Super God Space, so who wouldn’t cling to it desperately? On the wall of this world, one world was especially clear—its image imprinted within that region. That world was the other-dimensional realm that had battled Earth for over a century. Guan Yu’s brazen move was quickly reported by Cao Cao’s spies within the Han army, and upon hearing it, Cao Cao summoned his strategists late at night to plan. “No reward—without it, I won’t get up,” Yang Han complained excessively, flipping over face down, making it even harder to pull him up. The vortex was clearly expanding rapidly, and just as its mouth reached about ten yards wide, a golden light suddenly appeared in the profound darkness. The foolish bird screeched, kicking up a cloud of dust as it fled toward the distant official road. After the master calmly sipped his wine, he slowly said, “I never said the children should join the Heavenly Fighting Academy, only that they should interact a bit. So, can you make this decision?” he asked Qin Ming. Conducting normal business talks under the company’s name, even if the rabbit was unhappy, he had no choice but to follow. Others didn’t catch what she said, so she repeated it deliberately and calmly. After the Guang family servant reported Sheng Jiangtian’s visit, the current head of the Guang family, Guang Baizhou, immediately came out personally to welcome him. As long as Ye Shaobei applied just a little force, Longma’s neck could be crushed, but Ye Shaobei held back—he needed information from Longma’s mouth. Another morning dawned, bright sunshine streaming like countless golden threads from the cloudless, azure sky, slanting through clean floor-to-ceiling windows into the southern villa.
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After hearing Chairman Aber’s explanation, the Dead Infant was particularly puzzled why such a figure would attach himself to the Demi-God Society. “My grudge with Leng Fengyue is really quite simple!” Chu Qiuke finally spoke first. Although the crowd in the stands had seen it before, seeing it again was still incredible. “Second young master, I hope you’re well. I, the mighty spirit giant, salute you!” The giant spirit warrior stood out sharply in armor, carrying a great axe, radiating murderous intent. The medicine was forced down, and everyone saw that Murong Zhi’s complexion was no longer as bad as before; her high fever was slowly dropping, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. When Mu Yi came in to inspect, the whole atmosphere in Fenglan Palace lightened. Before he could even lift his leg, as his hand touched the patch of blackness, a tremendous force from the vortex pulled him irresistibly, making it impossible for Aier to resist. “Tong tong tong…” Suddenly, a majestic gong sound came from afar, interrupting Wukong’s chaotic thoughts. “Too slow!” Fu Can growled, twisting his right wrist as his long sword emitted a mournful wail, instantly thrusting out five strikes in unison. Good news never leaves home; rumors spread far and wide. While he was getting cozy with Luo Xiqing on Black Lotus Demon Mountain, disciples of the Great Wind Hall had completely surrounded him. “Thank you for your kind praise, fellow Daoist. I am merely fulfilling my duty. Without eradicating the demon calamity, I don’t deserve the leader’s acclaim,” Zhang Zhiping said expressionlessly, making it clear he would not return until the demon disaster was ended. Although in this era, Han people—especially Han generals—were nobler and stronger than the Hu, a fact even they tacitly acknowledged, that didn’t mean they could accept being called slaves by the Hu, particularly the Xianbei among them.