Volume 1, Chapter 34: This wound is not right, it is definitely not right!

Zhao Yue had never expected the white-haired old man to be Su Jinxia’s grandfather; it could only be said that fate is truly miraculous.

Returning to the cooking spot together, the water in the pot was already boiling. Su An led the others into the hidden cave to retrieve all the wild game he had stored, tossing it into the pot. As the group busily enjoyed their meal, the previous unpleasantness vanished completely. Once satisfied, everyone found a place to rest while awaiting the rescue team. Su An took his granddaughter under a tree and explained, "I drifted here after falling into the water. The climate is mild, and wild birds occasionally pass by, so I survived by hunting them." Su Jinxia looked at her grandfather’s alarmingly long hair...

Perhaps it was because they felt their strength was insufficient and lacked the confidence to cross the River of Underworld that their plans had been repeatedly shelved.

A smile appeared on Chen Guhong’s face. He viewed this woman merely as a tool and held no hatred for her. Furthermore, because she feared him, keeping her alive would prove to be a powerful weapon for dealing with Ma Zhong in the future.

Holding Black Fourth in his hand, Xiong Zi saw that the man had closed his eyes, and the blood on his jaw seemed to have drained away.

Now, Qin Xiao needed to select immortal arts to cultivate. He didn’t need many, just some that were practical.

They had clearly never seen such a luxurious and grand mansion before, and the greed welling up in their eyes was undisguised.

Zhen Jiu rolled from her horse to the ground. Her wrist throbbed with lingering pain, yet to recover. With a wave of his white sleeve, the opponent’s sword edge glided toward her. Unlike that white-clad assassin, her sword technique was not refined, but it was sharp—a merciless, icy blade that allowed no one to escape its edge with their life.

Afterward, Li Chenxuan purchased a few treasures and returned to the inn with Qian Sheng. Nuo Wangen breathed a sigh of relief, finally having seen off the great deity.

Yu Hu went directly to the lobby downstairs to eat. The crowd was lively, and it was a good place to probe the true intentions of those lurking in the shadows earlier.

Gazing at the translucent stone in his hand—which looked like solidified honey and was incredibly smooth—Guo Xihao frowned in surprise.

"Why are you picking these up when I told you to gather firewood?" Ling Chuxi looked at the pile of colorful herbs in his hands.

As an elder whose strength was below the Golden Core stage, he had recognized the level of Xia Jin’s power the moment she revealed her spiritual energy, but... this energy was even more abundant than that of others at the same stage.

However... ignoring his words, Lin Fan tilted his head and asked in a flat tone, "What did you say just now?"

It flew back into the sky, keeping a watchful eye on the villa’s surroundings. If anyone dared to flee, it could act swiftly or alert its master.

A week passed in a sluggish blur until Tang Xiaowen suddenly sent an email saying there was a centralized application link for the brand forum that needed to be filled out online. An Xi clicked on it and found that not only did it require a brand value analysis report, but the deadline was only one day away.

He had flown from the Dragon Group base to Fenghai City with Meng Qi last time, so it was convenient to take her along again. Bringing others would have been troublesome.

I could not articulate the emotions reflected in his eyes: were they sorrow? Joy? Trepidation? Or longing?

When cultivators in this world achieve the state of the "Vast Sea," their imagery differs. Someone like Li Fuyao is truly rare, but then again, so is someone who achieves it as easily as Wang Fugui.

Lin Yannian responded with an "mm," her tears falling uncontrollably. She wanted to walk over to take Long Nianxia, but her pregnancy made it inconvenient, so she had to let Hong Que help the two children off the carriage.

He took out his phone, checked the text message, and discovered the location of Zhao Shian’s villa, then flew toward it.

Unexpectedly, just as Tuoba Feiya tried to pull Bao’er into her arms, a Black man leaped up and swung a sharp sword down with great force.

Upon hearing the news, Sun Quan immediately donned mourning clothes to welcome Zhou Yu’s coffin back to Chaisang. Sun Quan ascended the throne as emperor. After becoming emperor, he told his officials, "Without Zhou Gongjin, I would not have become emperor."

As the name implies, this was the selection for the Crown Princess. If one could not even meet the basic requirements, how could they proceed to the next stage?

Listening to the bizarre things Mother Xiao had done, Rong Yan couldn’t help but sigh; Ye Chunfeng had indeed sacrificed a great deal for Xiao Qian.

Moreover, ever since getting off the plane, Lin Feng had shamelessly insisted on sticking with them; his intentions were already painfully obvious.

Seeing Yang Xingmi retreat and the morale of the army waver, Jiang Chao knew he could not hold the line alone. Having no desire to continue the battle, he slashed at a few followers from the Spear Sect before spurring his horse to catch up with Yang Xingmi.

Although she felt that the fierce ghosts in the air did not exert as much pressure on her as the eight thousand ghosts in the Devil’s River had, Dou Dou did not seem as excited as before, nor did she display that overwhelming, sweeping momentum.

The Night King understood instinctively. Having already aimed his arrow, he released it with a whistle. His god-like archery appeared once more, the arrow striking the right eye of the mutated magic elf with precision.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the Dragon-Transforming Seal flew into the air, and a clear, resonant dragon roar suddenly echoed. Golden light cascaded down, imprinting itself into the air several times until a divine dragon shape soared across the sky.

As the herald announced, the golden phoenix sedan I was sitting in landed steadily. Xun Yun stepped forward to lift the curtain for me. Ahead, Nan Chengyao stood with a lazy smile, carelessly extending his hand toward me.

The moment He Qingfan disappeared, Guihai Yidao’s blood-stained blade struck the spot where He Qingfan had just been lying, without a shred of hesitation. He truly intended to kill him.

However, after walking only a few steps, the man slowly collapsed, white foam spilling from his mouth. With blurred, painful eyes, he watched Long Jianfei striding forward.

Like the sound of raindrops hitting paper, the sound of blood dripping onto the letter was a soft "drip," merging into the stationery without a single splash, as if absorbed. The golden drop of blood vanished.

Shangguan Yun was utterly exhausted by this time. Seeing that the area was remote and assuming Wan Cheng and his men could not find him for a while, he walked into the cave to rest. He spent the better part of the day there, recovering his spirits. Although his internal injuries had not healed, his internal energy was flowing smoothly again, and he was no longer in any grave danger.

The masked man was clearly displeased, as if his elegance had been disturbed. He walked to a chair and stood with his back to the three men in black, his figure standing tall and imposing like an immortal mountain.

Jun Hui was first awakened by the noisy surroundings, then furrowed her brows; her expression instantly turned icy. She hated this kind of environment the most.

The bright moon gradually rose, floating above the tops of the poplar trees and drifting westward. Little by little, the moon was obscured by clouds, and its radiance faded from the world.

The sudden voice made the other members of the Yuli Alliance stir. They didn’t know who had spoken, but it was clear that the owner of the voice must be very familiar with the Alliance Leader, He Qingfan, as everyone else’s connections were essentially within the Yuli Alliance, aside from some covert forces.