Volume 1, Chapter 37: If Only One Could Survive

The others did not hear their conversation; they only saw the two of them embracing. Jiang Chenyu hesitated for a moment, wrestling with her inner conflict, before finally raising her hand to pat Gu Jinyan on the back.

"Look at that, how affectionate the young couple is. I told you, they must have married for true love!" the eldest aunt remarked with a sneer.

"That's enough!" Uncle Gu shot her a glance, then nodded to Gu’s father and led his family away.

Before they left, Gu Jinxing, sitting in his wheelchair, looked back and his gaze collided with Jiang Chenyu’s. His face was rigid, devoid of expression, but his hollow eyes were still terrifying.

Was it something Gu Jinyan had done...?

With that, the valley returned to its original tranquility, but the ruined forests, the muddy stream, and the leveled hills—all these unsightly scars were now etched into Xiao Jiansheng’s heart like a deep, permanent wound.

Although the energy inside had been completely depleted, allowing the hatch of the pressurized chamber to be opened, the mechanical wheel for the door was clearly designed to be operated from the outside. Unless they intended to cause massive destruction, they would have to rely on Insant’s teleportation to get out.

With clouds beneath his feet, the moonlight ahead, and a gentle breeze caressing his face, he drank deeply under the moon. The fiery liquor slid down his throat, stimulating not just his taste buds, but the surging heroism in his spirit.

Lin Xun and Lin Cheng did not attend school in the Imperial Capital. However, when their grandfather, Lin Renshen—the former head of the Imperial Capital’s First Military District—was still alive, the two cousins had lived in the capital for some time.

He reached up to rub his forehead. A dull ache throbbed in his brain, and as the pain grew increasingly frequent and intense, Yuan Yu’s face turned slightly pale.

The heads of the various sects also fell into deep contemplation; this question was somewhat difficult even for them.

On the evening of the eighth day, inside Colleen Wing’s martial arts studio, Insant, who was sparring with Peter Parker as usual, suddenly changed his expression. He whipped his head around, looking past the walls toward the distance, where a terrifying, overwhelming aura had suddenly emerged out of nowhere.

"My Lord!" An Immortal Sovereign’s fury was nothing to take lightly. Li Ziqian, who was watching from the sidelines, grew anxious and immediately moved to intervene.

If Insant were present, he would surely have recognized this close friend of Iron Man, the future "War Machine"—Colonel Rhodes.

The other disciples of the sects were filled with envy upon seeing this. They felt that such a rare pill as the Holy Spirit Pill was a waste on Ling’er; if they had consumed it, it would not have been impossible for them to break through their current cultivation levels.

Gong Jing suddenly knelt. "I beg the Great General for mercy. This old man no longer wishes to serve as an official; I only ask for a thatched cottage and an acre of land to live a self-sufficient life with my family. I implore the Great General to grant this!" With that, he bowed his head to the ground.

Wrapping his arm around Yun Zhu’s waist, the couple entered the house. Seeing that Shu Sirui had returned, Si Qi quietly slipped out.

"Shopkeeper Cai, are there any other midwives in town?" Yun Zhu turned to ask.

Once he eradicated the Changshui Sect and reclaimed those fifty thousand Dragon Guard troops, it would not be too late to turn back and clean up the mess in the Xihua Kingdom.

Such a display was, of course, a deliberate arrangement by Yun Zhu. After all, as the new owner meeting the shopkeepers of Jiangcheng for the first time, arriving quietly would have been rather inappropriate.

Weiyang looked at Yun Ranyang with some concern. She hoped this matter wouldn't place too heavy a burden on his mind; if he were to become... impotent because of it, wouldn't she be the one to blame?

After walking a circle around the Shao Fu residence, Xia Yu sat down on the railing of the main courtyard, habitually letting her legs dangle in the air. Eating a skewer of candied hawthorn, basking in the warm sun and gentle breeze, she felt as if she had returned to the days in Daizhou Prefecture.

Yuan Shao said, "It is not that your subject suffers from an eye disease, but that Your Majesty cannot distinguish a dog from a chicken." He then asked the ministers present whether the creature was a dog or a chicken.

The wounds were all in vital areas like the throat, suggesting a similar technique and likely the work of the same group of players. However, observing the distribution of the monster carcasses, they had fallen in a surrounding formation, which meant it was highly probable that very few players—perhaps even just one—had killed them.

"Sister-in-law, doesn't her face look like a Tianjin twisted dough stick?" Lu Yining teased with a relaxed smile.

Not only did he have to keep his appointment with Xuan Yi on the fifteenth, but he also needed to return to the Luofeng Sect to handle the aftermath.

"No, it has been in my storage ring all along." Nalan Youfang and the others were also completely baffled. Sometimes she even wondered if she had forgotten something and left the invitation at home.

She had been beaten on her back more than once, and her hands too! They had been bright red back then, and she could still feel the phantom pain now.

He truly did not know how to explain the shift in the Progenitor’s identity to outsiders. After all, aside from the Vampires and a few official churches, the name of the Progenitor, Lilith, had long been forgotten, and explaining it would only lead to more trouble.

Hearing the number, everyone immediately crowded around. Seeing the grain appearing before their eyes, they were desperate to eat their fill, but they couldn't. They needed to find more food to save the people in District C; this would only serve as a temporary relief.

Meanwhile, a large number of foreign intelligence agents remained fixated on the two non-existent opposing sides.

"Is it because more people came out alive?" Xie Jiuniang had noticed that the number of people was about the same as when they arrived.

Since returning from his inspection in the Southern Continent, this industrialist had come to pray much more frequently and had made several donations. He had confessed to the Bishop in the confessional that his faith had not been firm before, but since narrowly escaping death in the Southern Continent, he had felt the mercy of the gods, and his mindset had begun to change.

He cursed his own incompetence in his heart. Every time he saw this man, he was intimidated by his damnably oppressive aura, feeling his limbs turn to jelly and wanting nothing more than to collapse.

Neither of them was in the mood to prepare other projects, so they directly copied the recitation pieces and talents they had used for the second round of the Northern Film Academy auditions. As soon as they finished, they rushed toward the academy.

Next, he would have to utilize his abilities, weaving a network of relationships centered around Zhou Yi, with the creative and production departments as his threads.

He had also seen Chen Su practicing just now, and those movements, possessing both form and spirit, had taken him by surprise.

At that moment, the "Flying Dragon" turned his head and saw Zhang Yunhai supporting Sun Kexing as they followed. Counting them, there were five in total; only the sixth, "Rolling Wind" Huang Shiying, was absent.

The chain glided through the air. After clashing head-on with Black Mountain, there was a sense of them being evenly matched. Black Mountain realized then that he would not be able to dispose of this enemy quickly.

"It’s mainly because your spiritual power is strong enough; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to unleash such force." Fang Yuxue smiled sweetly. Qin Ming’s talent was indeed very high; he had fully mastered it after she had taught him only a few times.

Although he felt he could still sleep, his knotted, rumbling stomach told him that if he didn't eat something soon, he wouldn't need to wake up at all.