On the thirty-eighth day, amid the celestial heights of Jade Capital

Yu Qingrou originally intended to speak to each of them in person, but things turned out differently, and now she was almost too late to make it to the train station. Song Min tossed aside her phone and got up to wash. Yan Sheng was truly unfortunate to have such fans; how much goodwill had been squandered?

Those people had claimed before their deaths that they didn’t know Lin Lin at all, but Qu Feng paid no heed to the truth and continued his killing spree. This revealed a few hidden ghostly figures; the space itself was originally just one room, and the outer walls were mere camouflage.

“Eat your own food, don’t worry about me. The doctor said I need to eat more fruit, vegetables, and whole grains,” Su Nan moved the ribs back onto her plate.

She emptied the pot’s contents onto a dish, then sprinkled the prepared powder over the food, which dissolved upon contact and vanished.

This peach grove seemed suspicious, but since this was the realm of myth, who could say if they needed to obey the basic rules?

She took out a set of simply packaged skincare products from her bag, which indeed appeared free of additives, given the understated packaging.

Wu Leng was dumbfounded. After announcing Mo Xing’s appointment, the ancestor vanished, leaving him alone to face Mo Xing, the new master of Cold Plum Peak.

The Enlightened Monk, among the monks who had come this time, was a formidable figure, already at the peak of Dark Force and martial mastery. With a casual kick, he could unleash Dark Force through the ground—a truly miraculous feat.

“What? It’s only two in the afternoon and all the tickets are sold out? Oh, it’s so rare for me to have a Sunday off and want to watch a movie,” Ah Hong was incredulous and completely disappointed when she heard there were no tickets.

Su To’er, Reihan Gul, and some members of the Shepherd Protection Squad all spoke Khuhu. Whenever they encountered these people, Gao Shenxing and his companions would gather to ask about the situation in the west. Sometimes, as night fell, the two groups would camp together under the open sky, lighting bonfires.

These measures were only for dealing with the formation; if the hull of the ship were actually damaged, the cultivators of Great Qin would certainly risk their lives against the three of them. Mu Xiaotian estimated the time to be only three breaths, factoring in that Guo Li, the formation master, would do everything possible to patch the gaps.

After an unknown period, Sifen the foxman let out a delighted cry and dug out a scroll-like object from a heap of charred wood and rubble.

He cared deeply about her education; among her many teachers was an exceptionally skilled alchemist.

The owner of Princess Jin’s company, Lei Jiekun, also harbored such thoughts. The rival Jiahe Cinema’s opening salvo was so fierce that he felt uneasy.

Alice clarified her position, saying that compared to a verdict, some rumors were of no consequence.

Raising the birdcage, Song Chengjie waved his hand and flew off into the distance, while the Mourning of Souls smiled bitterly and sighed.

But Li Jingxuan was fully aware of the Crown Prince’s evasions. A wave of bleak despair swept over him, and with no choice, he forced himself to express thanks and then bid Li Xian farewell.

Luo Tianhua had just begun to feel like retreating, but his body reacted instinctively—a quick step brought him behind Tabasa, the mouse sage, pinning him to the ground. Naturally, the magic suppression sphere was seized and stowed away by Luo Tianhua.

The members of Qinghong Sect looked at Xu Canghai lying on the ground, feeling troubled. They wanted to help their master up, but recalling the terrifying skills Xiao Yao had just displayed, their hearts trembled and their bodies felt frozen, unable to move at all.

Su Han’s heart chilled—her carefully concealed weakness, which she had tried so hard to hide, was easily seen through by the cold man before her.

Just as Xia Shiyu grew uneasy, a knock at the door drew her back from her thoughts.

Yang Tianming displayed the power of Daoist Level Three, but Ren Tianqi, who had fought alongside him, knew that Yang Tianming's true strength approached the peak of the Daoist level. They even believed Yang Tianming had once defeated a Daoist-level peak opponent.

Everyone nodded and chatted for a bit before dispersing, but Zhang Dun still felt uneasy. The conversation had touched exactly on what was troubling him: Could he really sit by and watch the fate of Western Qin unfold? Or might there be things he could still do?

After April began, he traveled daily between the livestock farm and the village, occasionally visiting the military market, so busy he barely had time to breathe.

Soon after, Nie Ren had mostly recovered. Because of Shi Yu’s earlier incident, the Chu army had to temporarily halt their assault. Now that all the generals were well again, everyone was filled with a desire for revenge, and Lin Jian, seeing the high morale, immediately launched a new wave of attacks against Southern Ming.

“It’s fine. You are the disciple of the Supreme Immortal of Taiyuan, a young prodigy. You may treat me as a peer. I am thousands of years your senior, so I’ll take advantage and have you call me Brother Wei,” Wei Zheng said warmly.

Wang Hu pulled Song Qi along as he headed out. The old gentleman was surprised, thinking they had agreed to persuade Chen Kuan to send troops together—why were they leaving after only a few words? At that moment, Chen Kuan suddenly called the two back.

Xiao Long was extremely wary; in this isolated prison, the immortal crystal was the most precious item, representing the continuation of life. With no one else around, even if someone were killed, no one would know. It was natural for Invincible Ape to harbor sinister intentions.

“Xuejun is right, Ma Jun, you can’t leave. I’m already very happy to be a member of your team for a while.” After speaking, An Zaishuo quickly glanced aside.

Li Qiye and his companions gathered once more to seek out other talented individuals in distant lands, planning to establish a branch of the Temple of War in each region.

“Especially for someone with no friends,” Liang Dong’s face curled into a cold smile.

“I have matters to attend to—things that don’t concern you.” As he spoke, Liang Dong picked up his coat and hat, and Sean followed closely behind.

If the Mountain Guard Array were breached, two or three thousand Ghost Gate members would swarm down, and within moments, Five Immortals Temple would be awash in blood.