Volume 1, Chapter 42: What Kind of Cousin Are You?

This place appears to be nothing more than a sealed space. Everything around is inanimate, incapable of generating spiritual energy. Even though she absorbed Murong Yu’s spiritual power, it was only enough to allow her to move freely; it was far from sufficient to pull him back from the brink of death.

Lin Wuwan and Jingjing had been tempered by the apocalypse, gradually becoming more flawless. The impurities in their bodies had long since faded, leaving them impeccable. They were a hundred times more radiant than the gaudy, shallow women seen on television before the world ended—truly fresh, refined, and captivating to the soul.

Zhao Xian was furious, smashing his favorite inkstone! Just as he intended to summon several ministers to the palace, someone from the Empress Dowager’s retinue arrived to report that she requested his presence.

The sleazy boss’s face changed the moment he saw the people in the hall. Seeing they were fully armed soldiers, a flicker of panic crossed his features, and he turned and scurried into the back.

Yan Jing’an seemed entirely unaware that this was the first time she had wept for a man she had known for only a day, having forgotten that her Sword Canon had long since reached its highest realm: "Heart of the Sword, Clear and Bright."

The mortal world is vast and turbulent, filled with those struggling to cross its waters. Despite thousands of brilliant lives, all eventually succumb to death and vanish into nothingness. Cultivation is inherently an act of defiance against heaven—a struggle to snatch one’s life back, to compete with the heavens, and to match the vastness and weight of the earth. One can only stake their life on it. If you succeed, the sea is wide for fish to leap and the sky is high for birds to fly; if you fail, you perish, and all becomes void.

Supporting Bai Zijin with one hand and Han Zimo with the other, Xiao Lingfeng helped them lie down on the ground. When he looked up, his expression was solemn and composed.

"Hey, let’s set that aside for a moment. Have you heard? Li Chao hit a snag recently. He was caught in a fierce battle against a zombie horde outside, while the ability-users back at the base nearly mutinied, even threatening to kill the Lord of Purgatory..." Ye Shang whispered with a knowing, enigmatic smile.

Yet, the mere thought of his child leaving him made him lose all control over his emotions. That was the source of his anger.

Although the young master didn't have any grime on him, his training intensity was far higher than that of his own men. Which day didn't he end up drenched in sweat, only to be carried back in the end?

Because of this, he spent a small fortune, having "Pupupupu" find a way to purchase an "Extra-Large Blessing Box of the Angels" from a mysterious domestic merchant player.

After Zhao Zilong used Tai Chi to deflect the four wind dragons, Yu Qingqing unexpectedly unleashed twelve more in a single breath. Having no time to deflect them, he was forced to flicker repeatedly, increasing his buffer distance until the wind dragons eventually dissipated.

A streak of crimson blood light soared into the sky. A lotus, deep red and bordering on black, imbued with endless blood energy, was drawn out from beneath the blood spring.

They had long been familiar with the lyrics of the two songs, but the melodies had changed, becoming so melodious and moving that they stirred the heart. None of them were short of money, and a dozen taels of silver meant nothing to them. Upon returning home, they immediately sent someone to invite the performers from the Meilan Troupe for a private show.

Could it be... that the Profound Light Realm cultivator had just been putting on a show to frighten them, and they had been so terrified they couldn't help but sound the alarm?

Lord Envoy has a top-secret mission and a peculiar temperament. Those who do not show him respect must die, and those who leak news of his whereabouts must also die.

Furthermore, its master, wielding the exclusive divine and demonic weapon—the Fierce Axe—swung it down with overwhelming force.

Zuo Qiaoqiao had not paid much attention to the steady-footed man at first, but seeing her cousin defeated in a single move, she flipped her body, drew a short bow from her shapely leg, and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the man’s head.

"Don't you still have a mission to complete? What is it?" Sha Hu asked this time.

The dangerous situation was resolved in an instant. Shen Nianyi looked at the imposter, who had been wounded by his finger force, leaving a bruise on his chin from the collision with the waist pendant, which he still held firmly in his hand.

Because she was extremely averse to her relationship with the Ninth Master becoming known, she never appeared with him in public.

"How about this: let's consummate the marriage tonight and finalize your status. When we return to Wanhua Villa, we will hold a proper wedding for you. What do you three think?" Liu Tian asked.

"Captain Ukitake, what brings you to me today?" Liu Tian asked directly after having Jessica bring over two cups of tea.

"Good, good, good. With this formation, I don't think we have anything to fear from anyone who dares to approach!" I said.

Wuhuan did not know the state of Lin Fu'er at the moment and dared not act rashly or say too much. He simply mimicked the two palace attendants, speaking in a trembling, incoherent manner to stall the Imperial Guards.

Unlike in the past, they no longer dared to dig pits or set snares, fearing they might accidentally harm protected animals like the Siberian tiger. If things blew up, they would end up in prison. Consequently, their hunting yields had dwindled, and life was no longer as comfortable as it once was.

The captain of the guard, a seasoned master of the Innate Realm, seized the opportunity. He yanked the steel blade from the chest of the man he had just killed and swung it viciously. A thin line of blood immediately appeared on the necks of two assassins who had reacted a split second too late.

That made sense; because they hadn't been able to confirm exactly what kind of organization the Human Reform League was, they had sent many warriors, but relatively few civilians.

"What do you mean?" Lin Feng was considered part of the upper echelon of the Super God Academy, so there were some things she needed to clarify.

Having said that, she snatched the signed photos back, crumpled them into a ball, and with lightning speed, sat down to diligently study her script.

Without some sort of background, it would be impossible to reserve the main hall. The fact that Shen Feihang could book the entire hall for this class reunion showed how much Shen Zhendong valued him.

Ziyi hummed in dissatisfaction and flew to the side. To think that her words carried no weight! It was infuriating.