Chapter 39

He quickly released Qiao Yang, a trace of worry appearing on his stern face. Without a word, he lifted her up and placed her on his lap.

He had two hidden pains in his life: one was a limp that made running difficult, and the other was a phobia of blood that caused him to faint at the sight of it. These two insecurities kept him from boldly pursuing Jiang Suping.

The practice of immortal arts allowed for no errors. A minor mistake would lead to chaotic meridians, while a serious one could cause a deviation in cultivation. The danger was even greater when performing arts beyond one's current realm, so Fu Yi dared not make a single error; he recited every mantra silently in sync with Zhang Tianyu.

Just as Quan Mingqi is uneasy about me, now, by using your situation as a pretext, my house arrest will ensure that he no longer focuses his scrutiny on me as he did before.

After Mo Xize issued his orders, the individuals named immediately scattered to attend to their tasks.

Consequently, in the eyes of the other twelve branches, the eight great elders of the Ghost Valley had become almost legendary figures, and there was extreme skepticism regarding whether they even truly existed.

Returning once again to the Heavenly Martial Continent, everyone was overjoyed. Long Jianchen and the others had initially worried that Shui Tianhang might harm Gao Xuan, but seeing them together and safe, their anxious hearts finally began to ease.

Watching Su Xinghe’s hurried departure, Wu Yazi paid no mind and led Chu Feng to a nearby vacant bamboo hut, seemingly having something to say.

Chu Feng was enveloped in a mysterious aura; his jade-like, fair complexion gave them a sense of purity, and coupled with his approachability, the Four Maidens—Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju—could not help but feel a faint stirring in their hearts, mindful of the instructions from Tianshan Tonglao.

Although Sister Mei always loved to tease him, her concern for him had always been genuine.

At most, she would just get scolded by her mother when she got home. She was not like Mu Shuyu, always trying to cling to and flatter others. Although Dong Sisi’s family background was ordinary, she still had her pride.

But Yu Kimura truly had no need for this double-yolk egg. After all, in every sense, a double-yolk egg was no different from a regular one.

Aman looked down at the chains she had previously forged on her wrists. Why were all the soul weapons she forged black? Wasn't divine consciousness supposed to be transparent, capable of silently blanketing all things?

As expected, upon hearing Kimura’s words, the shop clerk’s expression stiffened before she spoke slowly.

Based on Kimura’s understanding of Miki, she was not the type of child who liked ambiguity.

Seeing Lin Shihan’s shocked expression, Han Yang smiled and forcibly placed the bank card into her hand. He then turned to look at Chen Rufeng again, a smile playing on his lips.

After about three minutes, Lin Ran noticed that all the pedestrians on the street had vanished, and the passing vehicles were gone, as if the area had been cleared. Yet, he had not seen who was responsible for such a feat.

The short blade in Qu Qin’s hand fell to the ground, its silver surface marked by a thin, fissure-like crack.

Others who cultivated immortality usually had powerful masters to protect them or prestigious families to back them, but she had no master and had been abandoned by her family. She had to rely on herself for techniques and equipment—what a tragic fate! Thinking of this, Aman sighed, cupping her chin with an expression of utter despair.

Sang Jue possessed a void spiritual root. While her insight into elemental attributes might not be as deep as those with elemental roots, when it came to the perception of the origin—that ineffable essence—she believed she was no worse than anyone else. Moreover, having been carefully mentored by Weishu, she had plenty of material to draw upon.

It was the first time Jiang Jiayue had seen him lose his temper with her; her heart was filled with disbelief, grievance, and anger.

As it turned out, Senior Sister Guliang was not cut out for kitchen work. While she didn't go as far as smashing plates or bowls, she didn't burn the food either.

In contrast, I prefer life in reality. Although it is mundane, there are no such twists and turns, and there are no such cracks in our relationship.

Of course, their company alone was far from enough to handle the entire southwestern battlefield. At the time, there were over thirty such companies on the battlefield, sweeping forward in an arc, with Huang Han coordinating from the center.

We managed to record some footage, but fearing we would run out of time, Ye Fan and I left immediately. Jiugong stayed behind to watch the house.

Lin Wan felt a surge of internal bleeding and stopped to glare at him. Seeing his innocent expression, she felt he wasn't intentionally teasing her, yet his mouth never strayed from that topic—if that wasn't teasing, what was?

But Mu Xuan had yet to become a Best Actress, and Hui Xing’s development was merely steady, far from dominating the industry.

As for what the system said earlier about the rewards being determined by the degree of task completion... as long as there was a reward, he was content; he was the type of person who found happiness in being satisfied.

"With such expensive irrigation equipment, I think we'd rather just work a little harder," the aunt said, not particularly keen on spending a large sum of money on an irrigation system.

Some people can control their own paths, but others cannot determine their own destinies. Lives that have already been pre-arranged are the true tragedy.

However, this method consumed an unimaginable amount of manpower and resources, and the time required to build a cloud terrace was immense. For some ghost lords, the first thing they did after inheriting the leadership was to build a cloud terrace, much like the emperors of the Central Plains, who would begin constructing their imperial tombs immediately upon ascending the throne.

No one expected that within this Hongnong Immortal Domain, inside the Ancient Alliance, there would be hidden a member of the Dragon Clan, and one at the level of a Great Golden Immortal at that.

Only by learning patience can one learn to kill. When Bing Wu assassinated Zi Yunyuan, she had followed him for a long time. Had Zi Yunyuan not revealed an opening while fighting other assassins, Bing Wu likely would not have struck.

"Young Master, we are approaching Wang Town. The Wang family mansion is built inside the town. I imagine that at this hour, everyone from the Wang family must be there," Huzi reported, licking his lips with a ruthless look.

"Screech." The car came to a sudden halt, and Huang Fei and Murong Xianglong’s bodies lurched forward, striking the seat backs in front of them.

Seeing Qiu Chan’s stance and the line she had drawn, Ye Qiu'er sighed and said, "I will think it over carefully. I will come to find you once I have decided." With that, Ye Qiu'er departed.

Mu Yichen had never drunk with Lin Fei, but watching her guzzle bottle after bottle, he couldn't help but find it an eye-opening spectacle.