Chapter 43: A New Beginning

“I’m already divorced from you; you can’t hit me anymore,” Cao Qingya said earnestly. At that moment, her gaze was sharp and piercing. For a moment, Ji Sisi even doubted her own eyes—was this really the Cao Qingya she knew?

Those nearby stopped to watch and whispered among themselves. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Yuan restrained himself somewhat, though inwardly he remained defiant. He turned to Ji Sisi and said, “If there is any difference, it’s that Ye Qing would never allow Ge Sheng to have any physical intimacy with her.”

Cold Concubine suddenly sensed danger and tried to break free from the barrier, only to find it had a powerful soul defense. Even her spirit struggled to escape, let alone her body.

Two days had passed. The new shell had grown thick enough to withstand the elements to some extent. However, the lack of internal fat meant it couldn’t fully support the shell’s complete development.

She had defeated the strongest opponent and conserved her strength. Even though she hadn’t collected all the stone talismans, she still secured a spot among the top eight for the competition.

There was no way she would show any fear—that would be a disgrace both to him and to the Snake Demon clan.

Chen Teng was far too arrogant, daring to challenge the entire Taekwondo team of country H. It was sheer ignorance of the world, a reckless act.

“Dark magic? You really want to know?” Chu Tian smiled oddly. Fire Cloud Tian naturally understood. Then Chu Tian suddenly unleashed a purple light that entered the other’s body.

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Yan Chitian struggled to sit up, coughing up three mouthfuls of fresh blood. He was more shocked than anyone else because he found not only had his physical shell weakened, but even his internal organs had deteriorated. How could this be? What exactly had happened?

“Can you really flaunt such untested theories so brazenly?”

“Count me in; such a divine tree truly lives up to its reputation!” another person joined in.

“Last season wasn’t bad, but injuries affected him. If he can’t maintain this performance in upcoming matches, Galiani probably won’t keep him,” Selly concluded.

“You two know each other?” Qiu Mu couldn’t help but ask over the voice channel when he saw their interaction on screen.

Occasionally, rumors circulated of a great villain named Youquan attacking various sects. Wang Jin began to understand—it was to strengthen the sects for future preparations.

As long as the green mountains remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood. After all these years operating in Dunhold, Blackmore still had many savings hidden abroad. As long as they lived to leave, their ambitions could continue.

It was already two in the afternoon. Without transport, they couldn’t travel far. If they kept going, they might not encounter another village, which meant they’d have to sleep outdoors.

The scene fell silent. The three exchanged glances. What should have been a joyful reunion now felt painfully awkward.

Sure enough, before long, Liu Shiyan, carrying a bundle and sword, walked briskly with her head bowed. She almost collided with someone walking toward her. She tried to pass on the left, but the person blocked her there. She moved right, and the person blocked that way too.

Trapathoni had gone mad. Damn it, bringing this up now—are you trying to ruin lives? Hugo once again directed his anger at him.

“Wang Jin, the mission is complete. We should be leaving. Why are you still here?” Yang Rui felt something was off. They were returning to their country soon. Why wouldn’t Wang Jin come along?

Fortunately, Ares used a binding spell, chaining his hands and feet with magical chains. Otherwise, he would have smashed that eerie statue in the Xiongci Pavilion long ago.

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The moment You Zilian fell onto Ye Bai, she was tense and fearful, thinking all was lost. But within moments, that uneasy feeling quietly faded. This stranger beside her, whom she’d never met before, somehow made her feel safe and comfortable in that brief instant.

“Zhao Yi is back?” Yang Xiu snorted twice, a faint smile curling at his lips. He steadied himself, tidied his attire, and staggered to the door. Before Yang Xiu could lift the curtain, Zhao Yi had already entered.

Bai Xing instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and unconsciously pressed her lips to his cheek, kissing awkwardly.

The child refused to sit in her own chair, insisting instead on sitting on Bai Sixian, holding him tight.

The blood was so vividly red, so brilliant. Yet, everyone present felt a chill. A third-rank soul cultivator enduring a full-strength strike from a ground soul cultivator—no one could withstand such an attack.

While Jade Fairy and Yin Jiuxuan battled, Xiao Yan charged at the man in the black robe. The White Tiger law circulated within him, and with the gathering of primal imperial energy, a white tiger figure appeared behind him.

Jinkui’s strength drained away. She leaned against the old locust tree, still holding the Nine-turn Jade Cong high. The blood-red light illuminated her pale face.

At the frontier, she often woke at midnight, shifting closer to the other side, half in a daze thinking he was there. But when she leaned over, the other side of the bed was empty—no firm, broad shoulders.

Fu Yue had clearly stayed in Three-Star City to marry Mo Qianrou. Besides, if Fu Yue had truly come, why wouldn’t he meet her?

“Disciple, it’s time to wake up. Today, I will take you to claim the second chance.” With that, he intertwined his fingers, forming a pink formation in the void. As Nie Shengchen flicked his hand, the formation floated above Ye Bai’s head.