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Li Jing'er turned to leave, but a sudden wave of dizziness forced her to fight against the physical discomfort, and she sat down on the flower bed nearby.

"You'd better figure out the current situation too, and whether you are even worthy of considering me a rival," Li Jing'er said, stepping closer to corner Miley Qing and retorting with sarcasm.

Within a single day, he had traversed twenty surrounding directions, only to find that the spirit-seeking array plaque remained completely unchanged.

Relying on the favorable terrain and Qileng Han's marksmanship, the group managed to safely reach the smoking area. The smoke was not random arson, but rather seemed intentionally lit, resembling smoke from cooking fires used for camping. Yet, there was no one around—who could have lit the fire?

Naturally, Ning Fuchen knew nothing of this. Hearing about it now, he was equally astonished, never expecting that these two had reached such a stage.

The interior was very quiet, and the lingering rays of the evening sunset poured through the balcony on the other side into the entire living room, making it look peaceful and serene.

Wait, though—didn't he not even glance at her from beginning to end? Why did he know she had been absent-minded the whole time? Could it be that he had been secretly watching over her all along? Thinking of this, our formidable silly Du began to grow excited on her own once again.

Yi Beihan extended his wrist toward Lewis for the third time. Worn on his wrist was an exquisitely crafted, fiery-red spatial folding bracelet. Inside the bracelet was the Doomsday-class mecha, Lava Envoy No. 1, which represented the highest mecha-crafting standard of the Golden Celestial Domain.

"Brother, can I transfer the shares I own to my sister? This is my compensation to her," Alan made a request that others could hardly comprehend, yet Cao Ge understood it as a decisive act.

From the demonic clouds atop the Mountain of Gods and Demons, three figures flew out. The old man on the left was Ming Li, and it was he who spoke. In the center was Ming Yuan's older brother, Ming Shen.

"I believe it!" Bai Suyun said with reddened eyes, recalling the tender moments with her father on his deathbed.

"I never expected the Black-Faced Ghost to hold the Huangfu brothers in such high regard, bringing out his divine weapon right from the start!" Qin Jian recalled his own past battle against him and could not help but sigh with emotion.

He finally pulled the flashlight into his arms and flashed it wildly around the surroundings. Seeing that there was nothing there, he felt slightly relieved.

Could it truly be, as he told Li Feng, that he needed his soul? Or was that merely a lie told to Li Feng, and what he actually wanted was the ghost infant born from the union of a human and a ghost?

Upon receiving the combat orders transmitted from the Tokyo headquarters, Ando Yuan, the branch president of the North Kyushu Yamaguchi-gasham, immediately ordered all Yamaguchi-gasham forces in North Kyushu to gather in the center of North Kyushu City, preparing to stage an empty-city strategy for the Seven Paths. Meanwhile, Ye Xingchen of the Fifth Detachment immediately issued orders to all subordinate branches of the Fifth Detachment scattered throughout North Kyushu.

"What else did you think? Would an innocent young woman unhesitatingly care for a complete stranger, tirelessly attending to them without fearing what people might say?

Hearing those words, I knew instantly what she was about to do. Right beside us was a bottomless abyss, yet at that moment I found myself unable to move, as if paralyzed by a binding spell, breaking out in a cold sweat of panic.

Brilliant lights were now flashing inside the wooden house, and wisps of hot steam even curled up from the chimney.

In truth, it was all a twist of fate, and it still had a connection to Meng Qingyi. If the leader had not been Meng Qingyi, even Xue Qi, one of the Five Sabers Under the Great Desolation Realm, would likely have struggled to survive.

Most of these people were volunteers, while some were unwilling. Yet seeing that so many others had given their guarantees, how could they refuse to do the same?

As they spoke, a commotion arose from the distant forest. The tall trees swayed, their leaves rustling noisily, while the shorter shrubs slumped and withered as if struck by frost.

The other members arrived quickly as well. Among them, the Butcher was the most emotional; he even dropped his inseparable boning knife onto the ground and stumbled in a flurry to get close to Laura.

Compared to the two of them, Miyuan Dao had long kept watch because Xu Zhuang claimed a reputation that overshadowed Zhong Shenxiu. Cen Fenghong had also spent time with Xu Zhuang; though pleasantly surprised by the outcome, he merely praised him, saying that Senior Brother Xu truly lived up to his thousand-year-old immortal reputation.

Following that, this individual grew even more courageous and resolute: breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage in another century, achieving perfection in the Nascent Soul stage in two centuries, and becoming a grand cultivator by the age of four hundred, upholding the formidable reputation of the Taisu Orthodox Sect during the early reign of True Monarch Yuanhua.

The sea breeze swept across the ocean, kicking up thousands of layers of waves from time to time, crashing against the rocks and splashing sparkling droplets of water like silk, like a painting.

After consultation, Liu Yufei finally decided to send Zhang Liangliang—the leader of the handsome Elementalist clan—to Eternity to help Hu Qian and the others. Meng Qi was extremely satisfied with this arrangement. Since the other party had dispatched one of the top figures of their camp, what reason did he have to be dissatisfied?

Sitting on the cold floor, Du Ranran clutched her aching throat, which felt as though it might snap, and coughed several times. Then, meeting Yin Xiao's crimson eyes, a surge of terror gripped her heart. Daring not stay another moment, she scrambled and fled the office in a panic.

The gathering was nearing its end. The students, having eaten and drunk their fill, bid their farewells one after another. Some even slipped away without even bothering to greet Jiang Yucheng. Faced with such a situation, Jiang Yucheng could only respond with a bitter smile.

Ye Yimo lowered her head, took a bite of the soft steamed bun, and drank a bowl of rice porridge. Whatever the case might be, as long as it had nothing to do with her, that was all that mattered.

Su Wan originally disliked eating crabs and shrimp because she found them too troublesome—doing so much work for such a tiny bit of reward wasn't worth it. This time, however, with someone specially tending to her at her side, she ate with great enjoyment.

"My name is Tengyang, or you may call me Venerable Yang. I come from the Era of Kings, approximately 170,000 years ago." When mentioning 170,000 years, Venerable Yang deliberately deepened his tone, seemingly emphasizing that his age vastly exceeded Yi Changqing's, making it entirely reasonable for him to address the latter as a mere child.