Volume One, Chapter 40: A Song for the Terminally Ill, Dedicated to You All!

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I sing not just a song for you, but a story—a fragment of my soul." Her fluent and magnetic English introduction was gentle yet brimming with strength, piercing straight to the heart.

"I want to thank 'I Am a Singer' for inviting me to perform, and from..." Mo Li had not anticipated her sudden awakening and, completely unprepared, took a kick to the chin.

A beam of pure gun-like intent burst forth as if tearing through the chaos itself, instantly shattering the war avatar that Xu Feng had conjured.

As Jun Qingmo called his horse, Jun Qingli hurriedly urged the coachman to drive back to the General’s Manor. Knowing Jun Qingmo would be perplexed, Qingxin explained it all to him once again.

In short, waste was not an option—Xu Chuan’s mind was never overly burdened with resources to begin with.

The time for training was also drawing to a close, and the day of departure was imminent. On that day, Yu Hongwei summoned all faculty and students to the martial arena for a rally. The teachers and students stood below, while Yu Hongwei and the remaining three vice deans stood on the podium, surveying the entire academy.

Qin Feng paid his companions no mind. After preparing the medicine, he picked up the basket and once more glanced at Zhao Tianzhou.

He offered only genuine advice, never repeating himself on the same matter.

Even if the price of spirit rice did not rise, he could still hire one or two sect stewards tasked with external errands to transport the rice to the Grand Ze Divine Dynasty, or even hand it to his brother-in-law at the Empty Immortal Sect for resale.

They simply could not believe someone of Qin Feng’s background would serve only as Ye Yourong’s bodyguard.

Upon a nine-step-wide crimson bed, seven or eight boys, pale and sickly as wraiths, lay sprawled in disarray.

When the world fell, her mother’s blood and tears—the arms that clung tightly to her—insisted she must live.

At times like these, Ye Shaocheng’s smile became genuinely warm. He would say nothing, yet an ambiguous, seductive air would linger, impossible to ignore.

These ghosts clearly had no sense of conscience. Though they feared the relic in Yun Chujiao’s hand, they still edged closer to her.

The villa halfway up the mountain was far grander than Su Qing’s brick-red residence, yet it was one of the town’s long-established mansions.

Once they’d washed their hands, he called them over to wash their faces, then applied his homemade snow cream—something he’d learned from Yun Xiqian—rubbing it on each one of them in turn.

Tang Lele, meanwhile, lifted both the cat’s hind legs to play with it, only to notice a stream of water continuously dripping from the creature below. She looked a little awkward but quickly reminded herself it was just an ordinary cat.

He ignored her drunken ramblings and drew her into the apricot blossom grove. Some blooms were as pure as new-fallen snow, others vivid as rosy clouds—crimson and white mingling, petals wide as a hand, clustering heavily on the branches.

The white funeral banners nearby seemed agitated by some invisible force, flapping madly and crackling, making the atmosphere even more eerie and sinister.

When Dr. Oriel took his own life, just like Meilin, he wore a look of deep satisfaction and happiness, smiling as he unerringly drove the blade into his own artery.

The steps beneath her feet began to tremble violently, half already vanished. Yun Chujiao now tread with only half her foot on what remained.

With his experience and seasoned judgment, Yun Yu would never hastily agree to anything. Without a trace of hesitation, he replied in kind.

"Do you know why I called you two here?" Ling Sheng’s expression was grave, his voice tinged with coldness.

"Him? He went down the mountain to prepare some things—it’s been an hour and a half, and still no sign of him. Don’t worry, he’s fine." Xia Mingfeng glanced at the darkening sky. Though it was getting late, he wasn’t concerned by the delay.

"If you want a fight, then I’ll accompany you!" With hair tousled in the wind, Zhao Ming met Kabayuan’s eyes unflinchingly.

Zhao Ming unleashed the full force of his ninth-level physical cultivation, his steps flashing as he appeared behind the Crimson Tiger. He executed his most skilled Mountain-Splitting Palm, striking the tiger with several fierce blows. The sheer power sent the beast flying several yards, though it failed to injure it.

"I’ve always imagined I was born of something extraordinary," Yan’er said, her bright eyes gleaming with mischief.

In a sudden instant, like grasping the profound meaning of the Great Dao, Ye Zhuo was struck by a mysterious realization too vast for words. In the end, only the phrase "without blemish" remained.

Some wounds had turned pale from the rain, revealing the underlying flesh and sinew—a sight that made Luo Xing’s heart ache with an indescribable sorrow.

Gao Muyuan saw his mother lying in the ICU, tubes inserted into her body and connected to various machines, as the nurse wheeled her in.

At last, they reached a carriage. The Noble Consort lifted the Tenth Princess aboard, climbing in herself as well.

By the roadside, a single raindrop slipped from a leaf and landed on the ground with a soft plop.

Though he was technically part of only one squad, the whole regiment got along well and often gathered to chat. Whenever there was something to be done, a simple shout sufficed. This time, he’d come out with their car, making everything much easier.

On the plaza, some wielded fire abilities to temper and refine, while others manipulated steel wires to gradually salvage items from the ruins.

The Xuanyuan clan had first raised arms against the Lingfeng royal family, leaving his home in ruins. The Lingfeng survivors now sought vengeance.

Were these words truly what His Highness had always thought, merely unspoken until illness gave him an excuse to vent?

"How’s your performance with Haozi going? I hear your fame is growing, and you’re already judges for next year’s Rookie Competition," Tong Dong asked Qian Mo quietly.

Some love is humble—like the Azure Flame Envoy’s devotion to the Lin family: a love fallen into the dust. She seized upon this weakness without hesitation.

After the pursuit of the Human King began, more and more tribes erected triangular flags before their mountain caves, signaling their desire to join Huaxia.

With his back to Shi Lei, he began to shift his body frequently, trying to throw Shi Lei off balance to complete his turn.