Chapter 39: Four Nascent Soul Cultivators

The courtyard, once magnificent, fell into ruin in an instant; now, only crumbling walls rattled desolately in the wind. Across the mottled surfaces, the traces of time spread like intricate spiderwebs, silently recounting past splendors and present sorrows. The courtyard was deep and silent, and the figures of the two who once walked here were nowhere to be seen.

Ascending into the air, they discovered that everything here was a fabrication: the lifeless vegetation, the bleached bones of beasts, and the lake that had long since dried up.

Just as the parties involved were unable to respond, Cui Mingzhu took charge of the matter. Their father, Cui Xuanye, did not give a definitive refusal but suggested they discuss it further. Everyone understood the situation, so they gave each other time to consider.

Fang Ting looked at Blackie and me with a bewildered expression before obediently returning to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When the ten finest sets of seventh-grade leather armor were delivered by Polie to Yuntu, a high-stakes plan began to take shape in his mind.

Li Zhou stepped out with dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly exhausted. His haggard face had gained a few new wrinkles, and a hint of melancholy lingered between his brows. Behind him followed Zhao Wanshuang and Cao Wanrong, their faces still flushed with shyness. They walked with heads bowed, as if they had committed a grave error and dared not look up or speak.

"Aunt, you have been away for so long; has something happened out there?" Li Ronghua inquired.

"If Dong Yu knew that someone was constantly trying to get close to you, I fear he would not be able to remain at the frontier," Li Qiuyi said with a smile.

"Likewise, hasn't Ruyi also plotted for her own half-sister to meet her end at the hands of an old man?" Rong Qi countered with a laugh. Their gazes met, sharp and confrontational, neither willing to yield. A moment later, sounds that made one blush came from not far beneath the trees.

"Take her away, cut out her tongue, and subject her to the punishment of a thousand cuts! Hang her corpse at the city gate for three days!" Veins bulged on Xiao Heng's forehead, each word sharp as a blade.

Li Zhou signaled to his guards while he spoke. The guards nodded, gripping their weapons tightly and bracing themselves. In his heart, Li Zhou had already marked their attackers for total annihilation; if they dared to try and kill him, he was no saint—he would simply kill them all.

We entered the hotel room. It was quite nice, featuring a spacious balcony with a wonderful view and comfortable lounge chairs.

Consequently, Zhou Qian, who usually pulled out all the stops for banquets, was much more restrained this time. She wore a set of mediocre jewelry and a simple dress, appearing entirely unremarkable.

As soon as Yan Lanhao saw the computer, he understood what Bai Muxue had been doing. The paused screen showed two beautiful boys engaged in a heated kiss; naturally, Fei Yihan saw it too.

Upon hearing this, Ares replied in a deep voice, "Very well, that is the only way. Let us go down!" As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from my sight.

"Alright, since we happened to meet here, stop pretending as if you have admired me for ages! It’s so mushy." Feng Yu stared at Ziye for a long moment before bursting into laughter.

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time, Brother Junsheng. You have really worked so hard," Su Meiyu said, holding Wei Junsheng's hand in gratitude.

"Ning what?" Gongsun Nan asked while picking at her food, pretending to be indifferent, though she was anxious inside. Wasn't she just about to tell her name? Why stop now?

Xiao Ziqian ignored Bai Muxue’s weak resistance entirely. He leaned down, slowly lay beside her, and with a bend of his arm, easily pulled her into his embrace.

"Yu'er, what kind of mission did you receive? When I first received a sect mission, it was a level three! I was terrified at the time, but it wasn't actually that difficult once I started," said Senior Sister Liu Ruosu.

Thinking of the spoils he had scavenged from Zheng Shaowei and acquired here, Zhou You was overjoyed.

Her heart gave a sudden tremor. Park Gyeong-hui hurriedly reined in her wandering thoughts and, sensing the mood, stopped in her tracks, choosing not to follow further.