Chapter 40 Long time no see, Madam Liu

"Madam, we have arrived," Dr. Liu cheerfully said as he entered the room, his face beaming with smiles upon seeing Yan Chaonian. "I heard from the General that you’ve prepared a residence and could accommodate us, so we shamelessly came."

"I'm very glad to have you here," Yan replied warmly. "This house was just purchased, so there might be some imperfections. Please forgive the inconveniences."

Several of the personal guards and commanders chuckled, commenting on the grandeur of the house. "This place is far better than the inn we stayed at. That inn wasn’t very convenient for conversation either."

Xiao Lei was startled—how could such a perfectly fine person suddenly disappear? Before he could fully process this, a sharp, sizzling pain seared down his right shoulder. In desperation, he swung his left fist.

After Mo Yan left, Bei Ming Hanxuan and Lang Xiao Yue no longer appeared as close as before. They hurried to the bedside, one calling out "Ran’er," the other "My lady," their tone intimate and affectionate.

Nearly all the doctors felt a sense of lingering satisfaction as the session ended.

Soon after, news came of nearby villages being completely ransacked. Villagers reported the incidents, but the town magistrate refused to take action. From then on, the bandits ran rampant unchecked.

Among these people, the Wang family held different thoughts. They suspected that Zhang Tian had obtained the Crimson Flame Sword and knew he intended to travel to the Magic Capital.

Ten years later, in the Sichuan region, Baiyun City, Jiang Feng took a decisive step toward the capital city. It was time to meet Academician Yu Min of this timeline.

“Dad, what does 'came back again' mean?” Ye Ling questioned. Naturally, this was also what Long Jianfei and the others wanted to ask.

A chill ran through Wang Zi’s heart as he swung his sharp blade faster. Golden flames spread across his body. Li Zhichen took up his long sword, skillfully blocking five different weapons with a single strike.

Jiang Huairen was stunned. He remembered putting the Nine-Dragon Ring away—how could it be missing? Unconvinced, he searched carefully and found remnants of ice shards.

Mo Yan glared fiercely at Murong Qingran, then spurred his horse away. This time, he truly underestimated the Xuanyuan Kingdom. He hadn’t expected such formidable figures to exist there. Clearly, he needed to strategize with his brother upon returning.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” Consort Yin’s voice was noticeably anxious amidst the reverent chorus of the other concubines.

“Nannan, before meeting you, I didn’t know what true love was. I mistook familial affection for love. Nannan, I love you, and this feeling will never change.”

She wasn’t particularly concerned with a man’s face, but this person’s appearance and figure perfectly suited her taste.

Soon after, Emperor Weidexian and several other high-level deities arrived. Naturally, the mystical beasts from the new secret realm—the Qilin, Can Can, and others—also came. It wasn’t that they were slow, but after last night, they had to carefully control their pace.

“Yujie understands me best. Did you prepare extra dried mustard greens?” Jiang Xiuhe asked bluntly.

With the power of true energy enhancing the Seven-Star Shuttle technique, countless shuttle shadows appeared instantly. Her perfected Flower-Picking Butterfly Hand swiftly manifested dozens of shuttle images, splitting into thirty paths toward the snow leopards.

Giving her all, even those at the third level of Qi cultivation stood no chance. This was truly a challenge beyond her rank.

“All right, Captain Huang,” Ye Tan nodded to Huang Jiansheng before heading to Fu Zhengming’s office.

The original owner, having endured over ten years of abuse, was short, pale, and thin, with dry, lifeless hair.

Meng Fan, watching his departing figure, felt a sharp pang in his heart. Such a kind uncle had been reduced to this because of him. Staring at the hospital ceiling, he pondered how his own fate was no different. Tears silently streamed down his face...

Upon hearing Liu Mang’s words, Elder Qi sighed deeply. He understood that Liu Mang acted out of a desire to help them and to spare him from a heavy price. Having a subordinate like Liu Mang filled Elder Qi with great joy.

Yet, with every strike, Guan Yi’s understanding of the Mortal Realm deepened. In just three days, the New Moon Emperor’s original sword strike had been simulated in Guan Yi’s mind over one hundred thousand times. Every subtle movement had not escaped his notice.