Volume One, Chapter 43: If Not a New Love, Then an Old Flame

Watching Li Xu vanish in an instant, Xie Ruyan shook her head helplessly. Li Xu might not care, but she certainly couldn’t afford to be so carefree.

President Zhao emerged just in time to witness this scene, and was instantly both astonished and jealous. He had long admired Lin Xinyi’s beauty and had pursued her privately for a long time, yet she always kept him at a distance. This only made him more frustrated.

Yun Fan hadn’t expected that the old priest who abducted Feng Lai would possess such profound skills. If it weren’t for the supernatural abilities of the two guardians, Zheng Lun and Chen Qi, even with the help of Zhu Tianpeng, Giant Spirit God, and other divine beings, he would still have gained nothing in the face of such a formidable, eccentric master.

As Tianxing moved, the statue’s eyes seemed to grow increasingly lifelike, as if controlled by some mysterious force. Then, two beams of light enveloped his body.

The King of the Underworld did not share this view. After all, even the Celestial Venerables held a certain fear of the Holy Sanctuary. Provoking the Sanctuary was truly unwise, not to mention somewhat foolish. If the Sanctuary’s myth could be shattered so easily, it would not be the Sanctuary.

To avoid disturbing the neighbors and for the sake of privacy, Liao Yuan ultimately chose the mid-range package, which included various commonly used soundproof panels, insulation cotton, and soundproof felt—each square meter costing 2,499 yuan.

Cradling Su Qianqian in his arms, he returned to the apartment, laid her gently on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, and sighed helplessly.

One thing was certain: at least part of the demons must be on the Ten Directions Star, for that was where the Nightfall Sect resided.

With such audacious disruption, Yun Fan truly found it hard to sit still. If he didn’t display some real methods, how could he command the scene and awe the crowd?

During this time, the seemingly tranquil portal between dimensions gradually began to change. It was as if, in the space between two worlds, the starlit sky had started to rotate slowly, while waves of demonic energy surged outward like tides.

The power of these sixteen siege crossbows far surpassed the effect of the Tang army’s arrows from earlier, exciting the soldiers atop the city walls beyond measure.

“Are you serious, Yuko? We just got in, and you’re already scared just by the sound? What will you do when we actually encounter one of those prop ghosts?”

In truth, it hadn’t taken that long. As one of the three largest and most powerful countries on the planet, the Chiyun Empire had established a civil air route with almost every other major kingdom decades ago.

At this moment, Lin Shenmao also felt somewhat troubled. Luo Feng had even healed Lin Yiying’s leg; surely they couldn’t just turn hostile and pretend not to recognize each other.

“I’ll go alone this time,” Lin Yan decided after some thought. For one thing, acting solo would attract less attention and be more discreet; for another, with his own abilities, even if discovered, he could still escape easily.

He knew the troops before him served under Duanmu, something he had learned during the recent Primordial Powder incident. Yet now, the ‘Shadow’ unit was taking orders from Zhang Hao, which struck him as highly suspicious—something unusual was clearly afoot.

When it came to extracting money from others, even the sophisticated methods of later generations worked brilliantly in this era.

The Qiu family’s house was lively as always. After work, the elders and kids all came home; with Zhao Zhibao included, there were nearly enough for a full table—three generations under one roof.

The moment the man lifted the covers and lay down beside her, Ye Zhenzhen’s entire body tensed, her eyes pressed tightly shut.

Within the current firewall, I found a total of twelve patches. Strangely, every single patch originated from this segment of code. The reason for their existence is truly unclear.

Prophetic words indeed—neither Li Qiang nor Liu Mengqi could have imagined that in their next lives, they would actually meet again.

Chen Dawu’s expression changed dramatically; he was about to shout for help, but before he knew it, Long Sheng had appeared at his side, pressing a dagger against his throat.

The opponent’s firepower suddenly slackened, and the bodyguards instantly realized what was happening. The team leader signaled one of the guards, who understood at once and darted from cover to move along the flank.

In the next moment, monstrous waves crashed against the mountains and rivers, making the blood boil. Qing Ming felt as if he were on a battlefield, wielding Flowing Snow, leading thousands of troops to trample the demon realm.

“But if we let this monster go now, it will definitely cause endless trouble in the future.” Lin Xiaolei’s words plunged the group into temporary silence. If such a monster escaped, it could bring disaster not just to Brazil, but to the entire world.

Time proved the eldest brother’s words. Each went on to achieve academic success, some entering politics, some joining the military—all became extraordinary.

By the next day, she still hadn’t awakened. Imperial physicians were summoned, yet none could diagnose the cause. Nearly every doctor in the city was consulted, but all merely called it shock, and advised to take things one step at a time.

“Zhang… Tianxiang?” A weak voice suddenly emerged from below. Everyone looked down in surprise to find the sound came from that severed head.

“Did you really tell me everything?” Long Sheng asked coldly, twisting the dagger threateningly in his hand.

Even after their marriage, their days were spent training to rescue Phoenix Silken Threads; they had barely any time together at all.