Chapter 63

With the sensitive relationship between him and Yu Meng, once that critical threshold was breached, their bond would be forced back to its awkward origins, and he could never allow such a thing to happen.

At the same time, Song Lianzhou's gesture made the villagers realize just how deeply he loved his wife.

When her gaze fell upon the kitchen once again, the method for making steamed corn bread naturally surfaced in her mind.

Luo Wusheng suddenly recalled a famous saying: though death comes to all men, it may be lighter than a swan's down or heavier than Mount Tai. Thus, would her own death carry any meaning?

The first to arrive were over a thousand people from the Beast Taming Territory, followed closely by forces from various other factions who rushed in one after another.

The Demon King was notorious; forcing his captives to eat excrement for all three daily meals was already common knowledge and a source of universal outrage.

With their limited circumstances and scarce provisions, the couple had only a little white flour at home, yet lacked any filling to make dumplings, forcing them to trade with neighbors for ingredients.

"What else can we do? We must send another formal calling card. We can't just slink away in disgrace like this!" the Elder of the Yang family said with a hint of anger.

"I have that exact feeling as well. I feel as though the target is extremely close to us, just like brushing shoulders in passing," another figure in black remarked.

This vicious, bloodless, and painless torture was something the two of them would undoubtedly remember vividly right up until their dying day.

Hua Jiu opened her eyes wide in astonishment. Indeed, she had long been baffled as to why Feng Xie and the others would ambush Jun Youning alongside Mu Lingfeng, but she never expected such an outcome.

There is actually not much difference between a disembodied soul and one's true physical form, but seeing another version of oneself with one's own eyes still felt remarkably bizarre to Ji Lingsheng, who was gaining this experience for the first time.

Yun Feng sneered inwardly at this dark-hearted gang leader. With her acting so calm and collected, wasn't he even the least bit wary? Was this simply the fearless nonchalance born of a bandit's habit?

Yet Nie Feiyuan was completely incapable of understanding Li Mo's well-intentioned efforts, leaving Li Mo with no choice but to focus her attention on Dunzi and Xueying, amusing herself by teasing the two of them.

On the very next day, Chen Hao met the team dispatched by Zhou Zhixin. Chen Hao went through all of Maya Qing's assets, including the real estate registered under her name, and upon calculation, they totaled more than thirty million.

Jun Yan's heart skipped a beat. His subconscious warned him that it would be best not to ask this question, but he utterly refused to let his fate slip out of his own control—a feeling he had already suffered enough of under the thumb of the Demon Sword's demonic spirit.

Just as Zhuo Qinglian and her companion departed, Jun Yan wheeled around, resting his longsword across his chest. With a flick of his finger, a crisp, clear chime of the blade rang out as he silently chanted in his heart.

The solitary wanderer finally reached Jun Yan, raising a remarkably youthful-looking palm. Spiritual energy condensed completely upon it, and he slowly reached out to grab the top of Jun Yan's head.

"Then let's each head to our rooms," Ding Yi said to Mu Yi and Tang Xin before choosing a half-step Spirit Realm trial room and walking inside. After exchanging pleasantries with Mu Yi, Tang Xin also pushed open the door to another room.

Standing at the entrance, Night Sha and Night Mei struggled desperately to maintain stern expressions on the outside, while their inner composure had already completely collapsed.

Yang Yunxi glanced down at the purple dress she was wearing, feeling very little nervousness inside.

Yet even a man of such unyielding mental fortitude could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth upon hearing the other party's voice.

Not to mention Zhu Li, even she could not help but feel a lingering sense of guilt upon hearing Princess Zhaoping's words. Yet things had already reached this point, what further remedy could possibly be found?

Upon hearing her older brother's words, Jin Ya finally set her mind at ease and shifted her gaze back to the contest between Xu Xiu and Mu Yi.

"What is the matter?" Zhao Suixin frowned slightly. Although he prided himself on the preciousness of time, today he was actually inclined to hear this third option that supposedly "need not be mentioned." Seeing that Zhao Suixin did not mind, the man continued, "Third, Marquis Xiaoyao Yang Chuang has personally come to pay a visit!" He deliberately placed heavy emphasis on the word "personally."

"It is the Blazing Flame Finger, a martial art from the Scripture Pavilion of the Tianyu Spiritual Academy. It is an advanced-tier martial art of formidable might..." This martial art was quite renowned within the Tianyu Spiritual Academy. Because its execution was exceedingly unique and could not be replicated by other martial arts, it was recognized by onlookers the instant Li Xin unleashed it.

Having no other recourse, Liu Fangyi pressed her lush, bountiful breasts once more against Nangong Qing's sturdy chest. As long as she could arouse the Emperor's interest, she would gain favor; once she climbed onto the dragon bed, who would dare question her? Who would dare look down upon her?

Gu Lingsha drew a sharp breath, slowly withdrew her hand, clenched her fists tightly, and desperately suppressed the surging anger in her chest.

The elderly leader, whose demeanor bore a striking resemblance to Ling Feiyang, was truly extraordinary. According to Chu Chen's deduction, he had to be a genuine, bona fide master of the Divine Mystery Realm and the Stepping Void tier.

Melina Weiss shuddered all over just imagining the intense scenes of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

"I actually know a method that could grant you release. I wonder if Sister Xue would be willing?" Dongfang Xiao asked with a smile.

How could the Young Emperor show his face after this? The imperial family would lose all dignity, and countless aristocratic families as well as ordinary citizens of the Divine Nether Ancient Kingdom would undoubtedly harbor deep resentment toward the Chu family, right?

Ye Yu slowly took two steps forward, reached out to grasp the avatar of the Dragon-Coiling Sword, and felt the restless spiritual energy surging within his body, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes.

Upon hearing these words, He Chuan was utterly dumbfounded. What kind of farce was this? Acting? Even in a play, things didn't go like this!

Likewise, this team stepped silently through the moonlight, vanished into the city of Nanhai, and dashed toward the perilous Western Underworld Mountains.

The zombie stared in utter horror at You and another light-attribute mage. To undead creatures like them, these people were absolute, natural nemeses. Being struck by light-attribute spiritual energy or magic would inflict catastrophic damage upon them.

"Forget it, I don't want that calligraphy and painting anymore. Let's go." No matter how he looked at it, Zheng Mu did not want Su Ge to meet Gu Shen again. Yet just as he tried to pull Su Ge away, Gu Shen, who was inside the exhibition hall, also caught sight of the two figures at the entrance.

He Chuan was equally baffled; he had never mentioned this matter to anyone, so how on earth did Li Qing find out? Moreover, judging by Li Qing's demeanor, she seemed to know even more than he did.

Shu Nong paid him no further mind, squatting down before the cage where Xuan Wang was confined. She tapped her fingers lightly and deftly against the bars. Xuan Wang met her gaze once more, akin to staring into an abyss—knowing full well it would lead to total destruction, yet still unable to resist drawing close.

She agreed, and Lin Shuying added one final condition: forbidding her from contacting anyone or revealing so much as a single word about the matter.