Chapter 57: Hold Me, and Don’t Let Go

He truly needed to calm the turbulence in his heart now. Ever since he’d reunited with Lin Shiyun and returned home, he felt as if he’d been shocked again and again—not that the shocks were bad, but they came too frequently. For a young man like Lin Yu, full of vigor, this was hardly a good thing!

The scent left behind by Lin Shiyun’s recent bath still lingered in the bathroom.

He—

After much thought, Duan Xu suddenly gave a bitter laugh. He really had become a homeless child.

That night, Shen City was in utter chaos—chickens flying, dogs jumping, the city alive with uproar. Many masters from the great sects of the Mystical Order joined the ranks to hunt down Fang Zhong.

Those who had been sitting around the fire for warmth instantly acted as if shot through with electricity. They kicked snow onto the fire, snuffing it out, and swiftly dropped to the ground, the sharp sound of bolts being drawn echoing in the night. But all around, only white snow drifted and the silent, cold wind howled through the deep darkness.

Now his body was comparable to a mid-grade immortal weapon; he himself was a formidable weapon. With his energy so tightly condensed, when he threw a punch, a domineering confidence surged within him.

After these three thousand captives were released, indeed, most chose to sneak back home. Seeing the might of the Sui army, few retained hope. Besides, in recent years, with Emperor Chen Shubao’s greed for pleasure and the Sui army’s constant harassment, the South was burdened with endless taxes and levies—few were willing to risk their lives for such an emperor.

Li Xiaoyao had spoken of this only to himself and Lin Yue Ru. How did Wei Ziqing know, when he hadn’t been present at the time?

As the two beasts broke through the secret chamber, its purpose was fulfilled. Proud Dragon could only look on at the two majestic golden eagle puppets with a wry smile.

In her heart, Roya murmured: the power of the Grim Reaper is truly the power of the soul. Ordinary people cannot see souls; only those with strong spirits can perceive the Reaper.

Such a self-assured tone roused irritation in Proud Dragon’s heart. He had not wanted to stir up trouble, but trouble seemed destined to find him wherever he went.

Rachel’s loud shout had the intended effect. The crowd stopped pressing for answers, but their skeptical expressions showed they remained unconvinced of Doug Rachel and Avril’s innocence; after all, Doug Rachel's reputation was far from spotless in that regard.

“That was your suggestion, not mine—I wouldn’t presume such insight,” Su Li immediately deflected credit, unwilling to compete with the old master for glory. Kangxi burst out laughing.

“So, these people are all ordinary bodies. Since they cultivate using the earth’s yin energy, why do they drink human blood and attack my Thousand Bamboo Island? Isn’t that picking a needless fight?” Su Can asked in confusion.

“The flesh of an immortal expert is as fragile as paper before that pitch-black monster?!” In the distance, Ye Tian’s expression changed dramatically, an involuntary chill running through him.

Silently, Su Li followed behind him. Now that she had returned, she had to face reality. Even if she had no intention to fight, she could still hold her ground.

As for the new season’s starting lineup, Old B had already made up his mind. The purpose of this training match was partly to assess the players' characteristics, and partly to see which of Liverpool’s substitutes had potential to develop, so they could be properly trained as future backups.

The other three Star Shuttle service staff remained silent, offering no opinions, but unconsciously bowed their heads, their expressions tinged with sorrow, unable to hide their grief.

The Myriad Star Divine Emperor’s words drew support from all sides. Witnessing this, the faces of the other three divine emperors grew even darker.

As soon as the ring absorbed it, the Great Refining Sword flashed before him like a hungry beast, its light flaring brilliantly as it enveloped the metal sphere, slowly drawing it into the sword’s body, before returning to its former state.