Chapter 41

The dampness clinging to her made her deeply uncomfortable, and her body trembled continuously. Although her eyes were closed, what happened next was truly beyond expectation.

Just as Lin Wei was pondering, grey branches began to sprout from the surrounding walls.

Hearing this, Xiao Lan's face instantly flushed red and her heart raced, yet she still handed the bath sponge to Li Xin, asking him to help scrub her back.

Yun Weiyang kept her gaze fixed on his eyes, hoping to see the glimmer of hope she longed for within those unique purple irises, but in the end, disappointment was all she found.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he rushed forward and lifted the half-dead bespectacled young man. His glasses were nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in blood.

The veteran members standing behind Toro looked at Lin Wei with varying expressions—some curious, some discontented, and others disdainful.

Chu He nodded slightly. Long Ju was right; an army of millions marching to conquer territories was never something to be done on a whim. The Four Prefectures of Nanzhong alone spanned over tens of thousands of li, and clearing them out with millions of troops would take a considerable amount of time.

The fiend initially wanted to give a casual, direct reply as it used to, but then it remembered that the person before it was the new king—and the kings of past generations seemed to have never looked at it straight in the face. Truly, this was a tragic tale.

Li Er's expression shifted into one of fury. Pointing his cane straight at Guanyin's chin, he shouted angrily, "Well, well, Guanyin! Does this mean you refuse to grant me, Li Er, this bit of respect? Fine! Fine! Fine!" Uttering three consecutive expressions of indignation, Li Er gently lifted Primitive with one hand, placing him lightly onto the ground, and prepared to attack Guanyin.

"I will not ask a second time. Tell me." Li Xin's icy voice rang out once more, sending a chill through the hearts of the Old Ancestor and the others. What a damned fellow.

The day of parting ultimately arrived. Having reorganized his troops, Tao Shang divided his Xuzhou army into a vanguard and a rear guard, placing the surrendered Yellow Wave soldiers right in the middle, and then marched out of the valley, moving slowly in the direction of Xuzhou.

Although Lynn had deliberately lowered his voice, the man opposite him seemed to have seen right through the disguise beneath his hood.

"A-Jie, do you have any specific requirements for examining the crime scene?" Although Gu Yu was a veteran criminal investigator, he was clearly not well-versed in dream analysis.

The only flaw was that the music had been matched temporarily and did not fit with absolute perfection; otherwise, the effect would have been even more dramatic.

Accompanied by a muffled, thunder-like roar, a bullet trailing a long golden radiance instantly pierced the end of the corridor, bursting forth a vast expanse of ripples.

To say nothing of the immense trouble he had stirred up in Chang'an, even in Yangzhou, there were people harboring malicious intentions toward him.

Cui Chan of the Cui family treated him with extreme courtesy, and the scions of the Tang Dynasty's newly minted nobility addressed him as brothers. This fellow was so arrogant and domineering that he had started a brawl in the West Market, and the young master of the Drunken Wind Tower had suffered two heavy blows to the head, remaining unconscious for a full night with no signs of waking up.

He had made this alteration precisely to pander to Chinese audiences, but since Wang Naijie deemed it superfluous, it naturally had to be changed back.

"I intend to set up the Immortal Execution Formation before Jiepai Pass..." Seeing that his disciples had largely gathered, the Master of Tongtian Cult voiced his inner thoughts.

"Pfft..." The old man's face turned purple, the surging internal energy within him dissipating in an instant, and his upright posture involuntarily hunched over. Poisoned... When did this happen?

Countless eagles and wolves retreated successively. Even the fire-infused Eagle King was somewhat shaken, flying a bit higher, yet the berserk Wolf King showed no fear, still roaring as it charged forward.

Bai Jingtian executed these movements in one smooth, uninterrupted motion, catching his opponent off guard. Normally, this would have been foolproof, but his deep-seated enmity with the martial arts underworld meant everyone guarded against him in secret, wary of his formidable reputation. The horse-faced man leaped forward and, employing the "Python Emerging from the Cave" technique, grabbed Qi Tiantian's ankle.

Gazing through the windshield at the receding fog, Wang Yun felt a growing surge of irritation in his heart.

"Why? Why do you reject me when we meet again?" Peach Heart's eyes were filled with sorrow, and her tears flowed like rivers.

Sun Nian shook his head, yet his face showed not the slightest hint of remorse. He walked toward the black and white jade, his right hand wreathed in demonic light, emitting a crackling sound.

Who had said that? She could no longer remember clearly; the phrase simply floated into her mind whenever she looked at her own hands.

Seeing that the man turned tail and fled the moment he finished speaking, Sha Gan's temper flared even hotter, and her attacking techniques became all the more ruthless.

The first arrow was shot with the least force, the second with increased strength, and the third with all-out might. The latter caught up to the former, forming a triangular shape that sealed off all avenues of retreat for Xiao Nan.

Acting as a mere background prop, Ye Fei was extremely cooperative. As soon as he got on stage, he hurried over to the spot Lu Shi had pointed out for him and sat down obediently, as well-behaved as could be.

Whenever she watched him chatting with others, she felt a secret, inexplicable joy blooming in her heart—a happiness that belonged exclusively to her, one that even Chen Pengwei knew nothing about.

"Your Majesty, your subject He Tengjiao, Governor of Huguang, pays his respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live Your Majesty!" As Zhu Cilang entered Wuchang City, an old man wearing tattered official robes, with white hair and emaciated from hunger, knelt before him. It was none other than He Tengjiao, the Governor of Huguang.

The Purple Emperor was currently at the peak of his prestige; the fact that he had fought a king-tier expert for nine moves without being defeated had long since spread like wildfire across the academy. Now, various factions within the academy had begun turning their attention to the Purple Emperor, though the Purple Emperor himself was likely oblivious to it.

Huayu Company was a joint-stock company. To start and develop, it first needed registered capital—meaning it had to attract various shareholders to invest.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yan stared in astonishment at her father, Tang Shiqin, seemingly unable to comprehend the meaning of his words.

If the deep love and reliance could be heard in Yiniang's voice, then this voice would make one's mind feel hollow and cleansed of all earthly burdens.

Having allowed the Qing Dynasty to expand in the Middle East for so many years, the Ming Dynasty had long since deployed a vast network of spies and secret agents within Qing territory, allowing most of Qing's intelligence to escape no detection by Ming operatives.

"Hehe, a teacher in the mountains doesn't mind such trivialities; having a patch of land to work on is already quite good." The Purple Emperor inadvertently revealed his wretched past.