Chapter 39

Qing Lian looked at Su Sha Su Man, and she looked back at him. In that moment, both felt a flicker of doubt regarding the steadfastness of the love they shared.

It was precisely for this reason that he could accept that ridiculous ten-year pact—so that after making amends, they would have no further ties, and they could part ways with lighthearted indifference.

Upon realizing this, Gong Qianzhu gasped. Could it be that his journey to the Valley of the Heart was not entirely for the sake of Feng Liancheng?

"Speak," Su Sha Su Man said, not even deigning to look at him. "Who is your senior brother? And how many of your fellow disciples are actually here?"

Lin Feng spoke, his expression turning solemn. In truth, he was deeply anxious; after all, this was something that belonged to Yun Leng.

Furthermore, on the eve of the pill’s completion, his soul had been violently shaken, and one of his soul fragments had been forcibly torn away. At the same time, his vital energy had dissipated significantly for no apparent reason. This indicated that Wei Jing had successfully refined the Primordial Celestial Puppet.

After some persuasion, Ying Lei and Lin Ziyan finally believed Qiao Meimei’s words and decided to stay. Jin Faguang winked at Qiao Meimei in gratitude.

Seeing Ye Zang’s state, Elder Ye imbued his confusion into Ye Zang’s brow. Ye Zang’s spirit shuddered instantly, feeling the power of countless cycles of reincarnation burgeoning within his mind.

"I’m sorry, but this isn't up to you," Lian Cheng Hu snorted. He scooped up Luo Xueying, leaped into the air, and led the Spirit Wolf King away to hide.

However, now that they were backed by an expert in the Ascension stage, the Zhenliu Sect immediately turned against the Lanzhu Alliance. Many members of the Alliance had been wiped out by the Zhenliu Sect, and even those who had managed to escape were being hunted down.

In just a few short days, his physical stats had increased by nearly fifty points on average, with all five attributes reaching around three hundred.

The precious shield was struck by the illusory arrows, emitting a sound like rain hitting banana leaves. It let out a mournful cry and fell from the sky. A second wave of attacks followed immediately. The Viper King hurriedly maneuvered his escape light to dodge desperately, but no matter how flamboyant his footwork, he was struck several times, and his precious garment was severely damaged.

The Left Protector and the others listened in stunned silence, never having expected their Sect Master to have such a background and such experiences.

"Boss, I’ve thought it over. Brother Xiang has already arranged a hospital for my mother, and there’s someone there to look after her specifically!" Duan Wuyuan was a straightforward man who did not beat around the bush; he spoke the truth.

Wang Hu turned his gaze toward the four chaotic spirit treasures and, showing no restraint, swept up everything in the stone room in one go.

The old man, Jing Yuan, frowned in silence, while Madam Yu’s eyes flashed with a sharp light as she looked over in confusion.

Is the Sword-Sealing Sect Master not a genius? How could we have never heard of a Sect Master who masters a technique in a single day?

That great fire had likely burned away more than just a garden full of plum blossoms; it had burned away the hope in Qin Fusu’s heart.

Moreover, if they rejected the proposal from the Cold Sword Domain, they would inevitably provoke the other party. If the Heavenly Evil Sect were to refuse, it was possible that the Cold Sword Domain would immediately set out to annihilate them.

This was in a dark corner. If Jiang Feng were to see this person, he would surely recognize him: it was the Chief Elder of the Heavenly Dao.

Its primary utility lay in national-level strategic deterrence. When necessary, it could raise the Great National Boundary to block any who attempted to flee the country.

However, just as the torpedoes struck their targets, the battleship Oak was rocked by the vibrations of the massive explosions, sending everyone on board tumbling. The Admiral of the British Empire, Phillips, was knocked flat onto the deck in a humiliating sprawl.

Xiao Siming was also startled. He had never imagined that Ning Qiu possessed such immense power, enough to shatter his steel battle puppet with a single punch.

Yet, compared to the massive loss of population during the westward migration, what the proud and arrogant Mongol Khan, Ligdan Khan, found most unbearable was the extreme poverty of the Chahar tribe.

Aside from Sister Niu, this Uncle Kuan also possessed a good head for business. Faced with the ground littered with zombie corpses, he did not choose to hide them from Wang Zhen to claim them for himself; instead, he disclosed everything without reservation.

Fortunately, Ning Qiu had arrived in time; otherwise, the Armed Security Base might have been completely wiped out that day.

At that moment, the massive black eyeball above his head suddenly emitted a faint, yellowish light from its pupil.

The Bone Master’s bone blade had turned blood-red. Blood splattered from the blade, striking a pool of silver-white filth hidden in the ruins, producing a series of wet thuds.

But what had they proven with their actions over these past few months? Did they prove the greed and cruelty of the human race in the face of extinction? The bloodshed and violence? Or perhaps their dissatisfaction with a tragic fate?

"This servant has no other intentions; I merely wish to see His Highness the Prince," Cao Jixiang said with a chuckle, attempting to negotiate with the Emperor.

Indeed! Ran Fei always kept his word! But the two assassins in the woodshed suddenly soared into the sky, leaping from the shed onto the roof. Ran Fei was astonished. Could this be the legendary light-body technique?

The town’s defenses were tight, but they could not stop Liu Yan and Shuang Sheng.

The old man stroked his black clothes, a smile at the corner of his mouth reminiscent of a veteran who had earned countless merits on the battlefield.

Liu Yan ignored him and walked out of the room. He would not sleep tonight. This farm was fraught with danger, and there was always a possibility of betrayal from the prisoners he had taken earlier or those who had surrendered later.

Mo Lai’s face scrunched up as he sat up, his expression asking, "Is that so?"

Some had already noticed that the box itself was made of high-quality red sandalwood agarwood.

At fifteen or sixteen, it was the perfect age to embrace new things. Zhou Sibai’s driving skills, his grades, and his other talents were mostly learned under Jiang Yan’s guidance.

The other person was wearing loose, black sportswear and a baseball cap, but the exquisite features beneath the brim were breathtakingly handsome.

Seeing the reply, Li Ge waved his hand in excitement and put down his phone, feeling a sense of relief.