Volume 1, Chapter 27: Returning Home

Yan Qingyu puffed out her cheeks in mock anger, yet her eyes couldn't help but steal glances toward Su Yu’s hands. A faint, knowing smile played upon the corners of her lips.

"Thank you, Xingyu. I am truly fortunate today," Van Gogh said, gently stroking Lan Xingyu's hair.

Vanishing clouds and lost lonely mists—they shared similar foundations of cloud-based illusions, yet practiced extreme immortal and demonic arts. They were two anomalies belonging to the same Yun clan.

The summer day had finally gained a touch of gentle warmth. Sunlight swept across Si Zetu’s sharply defined jawline, softening the sharp, icy edge of his features.

Dressed in red, embroidered with the intricate veins of maple leaves, she possessed delicate features and vibrant, scarlet lips. Before her stood a blade rack, upon which rested a sharp maple-leaf blade. The sword was light and nimble, its edge turned upward. Every so often, a falling maple leaf would land upon the blade, only to be sliced clean in two.

"Brother Xiao has finally let go," Li Xincai and Murong Bai exchanged a glance, sighing in unison.

Shen Jiling had indeed misjudged Mu Junyan this time. Although Mu Junyan truly did not wish to accompany her, her own design drafts were indeed unfinished; in a sense, it was not merely an excuse.

Using that egg would inevitably leave traces. As long as one kept a close watch on Chen Ziqi, one could discover what he had transformed into.

Once the elder had finished speaking, the other elders nodded in agreement. They were deeply wary of Lei Ting's strength and harbored profound fears that his power would only continue to grow. Therefore, they felt they had no choice but to eliminate him.

Her sincere expression and ninety-degree bow made it seem as though she were truly apologizing. Yet, the flash of disdain and disgust in the depths of her eyes did not escape Lu Ye’s notice.

Zhuo Bu burst into laughter. He had guessed the true intent of Wu Nan’s call from the very beginning, but had simply chosen not to voice it.

Three years had passed. Seeing that he had still gained nothing, Ouyang Shao Gong decided to descend the mountain, as he had urgent matters to attend to elsewhere.

He had merely brought out one of his inferior works, yet someone had actually offered eighteen million to purchase it.

If he were mistaken for one of Lin Chen’s associates and surrounded by other pirates, she might not possess the same power as Lin Chen. Such bad luck would be catastrophic.

The result is known to all: the physical body of the Moon Princess was destroyed, but the True Ancestors suffered heavy casualties. Even their helper, the Second Magician—Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg—was turned into a Dead Apostle after being drained by the Moon Princess during the battle. It was a devastating loss.

At that moment, Mo Yi turned without the slightest hesitation, extending his right hand to block the path before Venerable Qingxuan’s right cheek. A dagger materialized in the void, which Mo Yi caught in a death grip. The blade was clearly coated in potent poison, but before it could touch Mo Yi’s blood, it was corroded away by his grey annihilation mana.

The only thing that felt slightly less than perfect was the presence of a person in a men’s suit among these three beauties. Though one might mistake him for a stunning beauty based on his appearance, the lack of curves and the slight protrusion of his Adam’s apple revealed him to be a man.

Temari knew very well that no one could make decisions for Lin Chen; doing so would only earn his resentment. As one of the people closest to Lin Chen in this world, how could she commit such a foolish act?

The Monarch of Fire stood with a calm expression, making it impossible for anyone to associate him with the ocean of flames that had devastated all of New York.

Everyone was now more focused on improving their own strength and skills; few dared to tread through such dark passages anymore.

Because this was the secluded retreat of Yun Shan, the former master of the Yunlan Sect, it was forbidden for anyone to enter rashly. Thus, it remained as silent and still as it had been for years.

"Yang Taoxi." Yang Taoxi multi-tasked, chatting with the old lady while quietly finishing the refinement of her star energy.

It was not that he had never seen it before; he suddenly recalled that he had felt this exact sensation from the Master once before.

The guards stationed around him fell one after another, lapsing into unconsciousness.

The mole reported that the New Fourth Army had prepared two sets of tactics: if the Japanese discovered them early, they would enter the river from Dongtai; if not, they would take the Xinyang River. Just now, word had come from above that the armaments had been received, and the order was given for the mole’s unit to retreat.

Although the government intended to control the information, the incident regarding the survival of King Arthur had stirred the public. Ordinary people cared little for government anxieties; they only knew that Zhongnan Mountain was a blessed land of immortals, and that was enough for them.

Cheng Cuijuan quickly gathered her thoughts. When she turned to look at Yang Haixia, she wore her usual gentle smile, though tonight, there was an added touch of languor to her tenderness.

It was unknown how much time had passed when Feng Wu opened her eyes. Her long, dark lashes fluttered like delicate feathered fans, and her eyes were filled with radiance. Her entire body pulsed with newfound strength.

Ever since Fang Le performed the first living donor liver transplant at the Jiangzhou Provincial People's Hospital, the doctors there had considered him one of their own. The doctors and nurses in the hepatobiliary surgery department, in particular, subconsciously felt a special bond with him.

He spoke with such an ordinary tone, as if he weren't insulting anyone at all, and his pleasant voice was all the more deceptive. Without careful scrutiny, one might genuinely believe he was merely asking about the trash can.

Hotpot BBQ: Young Master, someone is definitely trying to stir up gossip about you and that rabbit spirit; it just won’t go away.

In fact, Jiang Ruodong’s ability to secure ten-fold leverage was largely due to his recent stock trading performance.

"Where are they?" Chen Le looked at the sky. The sun had not yet set, so those people were likely resting.

This trace of imperial-grade sword intent could be imbued into the Demon-Slaying Blade to kill invisibly, or it could manifest as an energy shield to protect oneself, becoming truly impenetrable.

The two combatants were so evenly matched that it was impossible to tell who held the advantage, causing everyone to worry. Bai Zhi, in particular, wrung her hands together, her face clouded with self-reproach. She thought that if not for her, the Xuanyue Peak would not be in such a passive position.