Chapter 49

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With a clattering sound, the golden carriage slowly rose from the sea. Ji Chengche held the primordial spirit blade in her arms, its divine might awe-inspiring. With her left hand forming a seal, she cast the “Furious Sword Wild Flower Curse.” Silently, she steadied her mind and subtly touched the dagger hidden close to her body.

The two introduced themselves to each other. Following this, Count Galber also greeted Merkel—wisely taking a backseat in the presence of His Highness the Prince, he refrained from speaking much, deliberately shifting all attention onto Stu. He quietly stood aside, saying little.

Ling Xian was also moved; she hadn’t expected this influential figure from Yuezhou to humble himself so profoundly before her.

Then, the divine dragon in the sky began to roll its body up and down again. Milky white rays appeared, and all the Jie tribe, whether alive or dead, transformed into points of light and vanished, leaving only the stone tiger, who endured pain silently without daring to make a sound, still collapsed on the ground.

“That’s right!” Daye Muqi of Tianping nodded, instantly casting a shadow over the already solemn Four Shadows.

“Transactions can be either active or passive. I believe I am the one holding the initiative here,” the boy glanced at Ling Xian with a faint look.

Mengmeng offered three suggestions. The first was to consolidate the three branches of business under one person’s management, with each branch receiving dividends for their livelihood.

Following the path where the vines extended, He Fan spotted an exit just wide enough for several adults to enter side by side.

A scar-faced trainee, eager to curry favor with Yang Xiao, jumped out hastily, displaying his loyal attitude.

In the next moment, the two sides collided fiercely once more. The terrifying roar instantly exploded to its peak.

Last night, just as she lay down to sleep, a chilling, spine-tingling creaking sound came from the window.

After returning to Julius’s floating island home, Caesar brought Luo Qi to his room, appraising her with a playful gaze.

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Seeing his gait and his well-proportioned figure, the feeling that he was truly himself grew ever stronger.

Mo Ning, originally lying on the metal bed, curled herself into a ball. Her razor-sharp nails tore the white sheets apart, scratching the thick metal bed and leaving deep marks. Her crimson-scaled tail lashed against it, denting the surface.

Gu Jiu had told her that she was the one who pushed him off the cliff, but Gu Wu knew nothing of the other details.

After the war to repel the invaders ended, Caesar’s recruited warriors in Faro suffered heavy casualties, and his allies were severely weakened, even worse off than the nobles supporting the royal family.

Wei Wuji’s fierce speech made the officials shrink back in fear. Not just them, even Zhou Yan, standing nearby, felt his throat dry.

Ying walked out of Qing Academy, headed back along the route she had come. Using the money Bei Dao gave her, she bought a SIM card at a phone store, then returned to Bei Dao Yuki’s home, used the key given to her to open the door, and took out twenty-one pairs of finger-width strength buckles from her backpack.

Shen Yu’s nerves were taut as a wire; his limbs went limp as he was swept by violent waves into the inner depths. His consciousness was gradually swallowed, fading away as he sank into the sea.

A roaring thunderbolt tore through the dark clouds, like a long-dormant dragon rampaging wildly across the horizon, mercilessly spewing lightning.

The magnolia fan in her hand seemed to sense something; the magnolia tree painted on it bloomed exceptionally brightly. It appeared to absorb a power carried by the wind, which nourished the tree, making it flourish spectacularly.

He was a robust and formidable body cultivator. Though he had only just formed his Golden Core, he could still hold his own against late Golden Core or even Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

She had tried to contact Yun Xi, but, as when her sea of consciousness shattered before, she could neither sense space nor Yun Xi, thus making contact impossible.

Qing Yue flew back to the audience stands, glanced at the barely breathing Yun Qingying, then withdrew her gaze and turned it toward Yun Qingrou.

Fortunately, Wei Wuji had no need to worry about safety. Not to mention the thousand soldiers accompanying him, troops stationed along the route to Xiangping camp provided escort.

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Xia Fan, Li Wei, and Qian Qin seemed to be partaking in a grand, solemn ritual of faith. Fortunately, halfway up the mountain, Qian Qin, following the map, split from Xia Fan and Li Wei to take a different path.

Lin Yu was so excited he nearly shouted aloud. He suddenly sat up, glanced at his new body, eagerly tore off the syringe from his hand, then jumped off the bed. But as soon as his foot touched the ground, he stumbled and fell.

Because of the unbearable awkwardness when alone with others, Zheng Ming seldom entered or left the palace unless there was an urgent matter. Thus, time quietly passed in a relatively uneventful life.

When the noisy singing and dancing ceased and the bonfire burned down to embers, countless soldiers, having enjoyed themselves, drifted into slumber.

Because I still do not understand their methods, I wait patiently until they reveal their true nature.

Thirdly, I will contact the authorities to see if there is any way I can offer help.

“Chirp chirp…” The colorful white pheasant, having flown out of the Laughing Woods, issued commands to the myriad birds before flying toward Bai Qi and the others.

“I kindly brought you to train your swordsmanship, yet you daydream and slack off all day. Daydreaming and slacking off would be one thing, but your mind is filled with such filthy thoughts. Today, I shall teach you a lesson.” Saying this, he raised his sharp sword and swung it toward Zheng Ming.

This dilapidated temple was no larger than a few feet in size, yet the man hidden behind escaped Shaoyang’s notice the entire time—proof of his cunning.

Like an endless, boundless ocean, waves of negative emotions surged into its mind. Its inner rage was fully unleashed. The pitch-black demonic flames surrounding it blazed as if fueled anew, flames roaring fiercely.

From upstairs, faint piano music echoed, its rhythm and melody passable. Zhou You couldn’t help but climb the stairs.