Chapter 25

The atmosphere was exceptionally exhilarating; Xiao An felt his blood boiling, and even Shen San, who had worn a look of disdain, was momentarily stunned.

"I mean, you have been busy with so many affairs these past few days and need a good rest. There is no need for you to trouble yourself by traveling across half the city to pick me up so early in the morning," Lin Sese hurriedly explained, not wanting to provoke him at such a time.

Seeing the man’s furious expression, the passengers were somewhat fearful. After all, it is an ancestral maxim that the common people should not cross swords with officials.

However, whenever an official lacked money, he would lend it without a second thought, never expecting repayment. Some called him a fool, but more considered Luo Jing a shrewd man, for he sought to make people owe him favors. Money can be repaid, but favors are far harder to clear.

Perhaps it was the lingering resentment over Chen Xingyu’s previous opportunistic behavior, or perhaps it was the sudden realization that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was transcendent.

Four hundred years to advance from the first level of the Divine Monarch realm to the ninth—such a rate of cultivation was simply terrifying.

In truth, the actual conditions of military recruitment in ancient times and the realities of worldly life were not necessarily as he had imagined.

Tang Jinchen asked Chu Junming a few questions, and seeing that Bai Qingling did not look well, he told Chu Junming to take her away first.

Under such circumstances, even if Yun Qi were present, he might initially think Jiang Chen looked a bit like the original, but the next second, he would instinctively deny it; this was definitely not Jiang Chen.

"Ranran, you feed Momo first. I will take Ziyi out for a walk and come back in a while," Mo Xiuchen said, carrying his son and striding out of the ward before Wen Ran could scold him.

The restaurant owner’s eyes lit up when he saw the photo of Yang Meng. He was just about to answer Xiao Peng when the restaurant door was kicked open. Several burly men rushed in.

Xuandu turned over and muttered in his sleep. He had gone to bed early after learning about the survivors in the Stability District, yet he still clutched a black rabbit mask in his hand as if it were a precious treasure.

Subsequently, Bao Zuding rambled on about how he had killed Peng Xuanjian and burned the thatched hut, praising his master, his junior sister, and himself from time to time.

Except for the area near the mountain gate, which was temporarily free of frenzied demons, every other place was occupied by demons whose eyes were bloodshot with madness.

"What? This is impossible! You want me to cede the throne to Huo Chou? That is absolutely impossible!" King Huoguo stared, eyes wide, looking at Wang Ping’an in disbelief.

Seeing the cavalry approaching from behind, the traveling commoners hurriedly gave way to the side of the road, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

Sect Leader Ling Feng of the Chilian Sect once had ties with Sect Leader Xiao, and he requested that Sect Leader Xiao show mercy to his fellow practitioners for the sake of their past friendship.

As time passed and the night deepened toward the third watch, Wang Bo grew increasingly tense, as if a great mountain were pressing down upon him.

Li Mi smiled bitterly to himself, though his face wore the same hearty laughter as the others—a skill he had perfected long ago in the court of the Great Sui.

Therefore, although Luo Huang’s use of this technique was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst, he had no choice in the current battle, for Chu Yi was unexpectedly formidable.

He had been too careless. He thought Ling Feng only wanted to rescue people, but he never imagined that Ling Feng had also anticipated that the wine cellar was a trap.

Ye Feng felt a sudden wave of dizziness; the poisonous gas was rapidly infiltrating his body from his chest with overwhelming speed.

Seven days? Ye Jiujiu raised an eyebrow. Come to think of it, the May Day holiday in 2003 had not yet been compressed into a mere three days and still included the surrounding weekend.

Tian Ye rushed toward the stone statue, but when he arrived, he let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one had died. However, the ground was already covered with the injured.

"Invulnerable body! Damn it! Fine, you’re tough!" Fan Jian cursed loudly, throwing the hilt of his sword, which struck A Fei on the back of the head.

But I cannot do that. Sitting there blankly makes me feel deeply uncomfortable, unless there is something waiting for me to do—something to occupy my time.

How then could she win the hearts of the thirty-six men she had just rescued?

As for Luan Hong, Chen Nuo had no better practical solution. The medicine he left for Li Junxiu was the same one Li Junxiu had stolen from Luo Fei three years ago.

After Mu Yang alighted from the carriage, he helped Li Yue down, and Li Yue followed behind Mu Yang, holding Mu Yixuan.

Tao Xiu felt very cold. Watching the streetlights gradually dim, he gritted his teeth and decided to go find Zhou Hangyu.

Monde’s plan succeeded, and he immediately ordered Shi Ka to assemble the men. The three major forces had suffered heavy losses the previous night and were likely still reeling; a sudden attack at this moment would surely catch them off guard.

"You don't want it either, right? That’s perfect, I don’t intend to keep this child either!" Ding Sisi looked at Ning Hua’s indescribable expression, her heart turning to ash as she let out a cold laugh.

The dragon wings folded to protect Han Yi, and the intense shockwaves flowed continuously through the wings' defense and into Han Yi’s body.

There were no magnificent scenes, no paradise on earth—only a desolate, empty expanse, and a mountain shaped like a phoenix spreading its wings; nothing else existed there.

Tao Xiu received a call from Ding Le, who told them not to go home for the time being. When Ding Le had gone home to retrieve some things, he had nearly been attacked. Fortunately, Ye Chenming had two subordinates with him that day, so the perpetrators did not succeed and were handed over to the police.

A light ignited in Gu Qingkuang’s deep eyes; the old man might have a sharp tongue, but he still cared for him deep down.

The people in the hall looked at the bottle, saw Mu Yang’s name, and smiled. They swallowed the medicine without hesitation, for waiting there meant certain death, so why not take the chance?

He was slightly stunned and turned to look at the side door of the hall. A man walked out, hands tucked into his sleeves, wearing a look of simple, foolish honesty. He had a guileless face, thick lips, a square jaw, and a faint, naive smile on his face.

Although she had long known that her master had severed ties with her, the sense of reverence and gratitude she felt for him in her youth remained. Hearing of her master’s indifference from others still evoked a degree of melancholy.

It reached a point where, in this very moment, Nagato could truly strive with such earnest effort.

But the distance was too great to cover in any short amount of time. Qingwu’s face grew increasingly anxious, and she pushed her lightness skills to their absolute limit.

"What is it exactly for?" Qing Rang could not see the expression beneath the mask and felt it was detestable how he deliberately kept people in suspense. By the time he walked onto the Taihe Bridge, Yu Zichen realized he had been lost in thought.

With a flash of light and the sound of tearing air, a cold, gleaming katana shot forth, accompanied by a black hole that seemed to rend the void itself.