Chapter 42: The Collar

"Who is he?" Gu Lingyi steadied her mind, though it was difficult to tear her gaze away from the young man's refined and handsome face.

Her gaze carried no concealment. Fu Linzhou took her hand, his thumb stroking the soft back of her hand.

"My younger brother," he said, his gaze complex, a barely perceptible trace of nervousness underlying his steady voice. "Fu Yubai."

Gu Lingyi's lips moved silently: Fu Yubai...

The name sounded vaguely familiar, and even his entire person felt as though she had seen him somewhere before.

Exchanging glances, Yunxiao was the first to understand that this was Yang Yi using profound magic to let them gain different insights from the previous sermon. She shared her discovery with the three siblings, and after they all respectfully saluted Yang Yi, they continued to listen attentively, hoping to learn even more.

"Hmph, if you think this is the correct path, then go ahead and walk it yourself. If by some sheer luck you find the right way out, wouldn't that be even better?" Yan Qiniang sneered with mockery.

I felt a slight sense of relief in my heart, but I still dared not lower my guard, secretly staying on high alert. The Lu family's ancestral kitchen knife was right at my waist within easy reach, and the blade spirit was ready to strike at any moment.

Tian Qi had it slightly better; every instance felt like being pricked by needles, much more tolerable than the tearing agony Wu Ye experienced.

Lin Weiran, however, countered with a question, "Is there any difference? When you chose to leave just now, wasn't it for Zoe's consideration? Do you really have no feelings for her at all?"

Seeing that Su Mingwu remained silent for a long time, and acutely perceiving through his sharp senses that the person in his arms had already blushed with shyness, Lu Zihan briefly failed to understand why she had suddenly grown so self-conscious, and could not help asking.

Judging from the energy output results of Himeko and Yae Sakura, the energy resonance of the two horns did not appear to be identical, but this likewise demonstrated that these two horns were indeed prime materials for crafting weapons.

"Alright, everyone, activate your armor. We are preparing to abandon the vehicles and make landfall," Chen Xuanwu said, looking at the electronic map. They had reached the designated landing site, though they still needed to walk a short distance to arrive.

When Cheng Ruan was absent, Shen Yuan had been grateful that she had not invalidated his choice. Yet when she appeared once more, he finally understood the profound depth of his reliance on her—an unbreakable bond, a trust forged through shared honor, disgrace, and life itself.

After tangling for a moment, Zhang Linfeng snatched a glance at the other battle circles around him, only to find that the gold-medal couple, Lei Ping and Liu Diandian, were cooperating exceptionally well. The remaining few also advanced and retreated with composure, maintaining mutual support even while fighting separately, occasionally covering for each other to the point where they suppressed the numerically superior forces of White Dragon City.

"Damn it, you guys are courting death," he cursed loudly in an instant. Without slowing his pace at all, he slammed his physical body directly into the roadblocks formed by several barbarians.

Within the Immortal Spirit World, Chen Feng utilized his soul power, continuously refining the dragon power he had obtained from the dragon pendant within his consciousness. Driven by his unyielding resolve never to stop until the dragon power was refined and his persistent, untiring efforts, he finally succeeded in refining the dragon power, fusing it into the depths of his mind and soul.

"Can you really unlock the sealed portion of Doudou's memories?" Lin Xin asked nervously.

Heh, Jian Ning had not expected that in a situation already chaotic enough, the very first person she would run into was Peng Cheng. Truly, wherever there was chaos, he would be there. It was the same last time, and the same this time—always appearing with such terrible timing.

"What a waste... what a waste..." Yang Tian rolled his eyes. The living beings nurtured here were all rare treasures of heaven and earth in the outside world, completely inedible.

The door gently clicked shut. Fairy Xiao hopped over to the table on one foot, sat down, and had just picked up her chopsticks when Zino reached out to stop her, startling Fairy Xiao so badly that a piece of meat fell from her chopsticks onto the floor.

Fu Tianze had not anticipated that his mother's attitude would be so favorable—completely different from the last time Shen Chenlu had visited their home. Back then, his mother had been practically itching to drive Shen Chenlu out; the contrast was simply like heaven and earth.