Volume 1 Chapter 52: The End

Luo Qian'er walked into the front hall with a smile. Just as she arrived, she happened to see Zhang San walking out in high spirits, and thus she knew that Old Master Luo had agreed to Zhang San's marriage proposal.

Asum once again entered a state of cultivation, while Li Yun returned to his own chamber and plunged straight into the Demonic Saber.

With these words, Ye Cheng unbuttoned his collar and took off a jade pendant from his neck. A dragon and a tiger were carved on it with crystal clarity, showing that this was his personal token. It was evident he had invested deep affection and high hopes in Flying Tiger.

Maintaining such a life of enduring routine—could this be considered treating her fairly? He could not help pondering once again.

"Your Highness, thank you for waiting so long. Let us return," Qin Qianjue walked up to Zhuan Sunji and said in a low voice with a smile.

"Young Master Pei, please do not be impatient. We are intensifying our research on the poison you have contracted!" Huo Zihao stood up and personally poured a cup of water for Pei Yuannian, hoping to soothe his anger. Otherwise, if this demonic young master truly flew into a rage, there was no telling whether he might actually blow the roof off the office.

The burly men no longer dared to step forward and fight Lu Yifan. Terrified, they scrambled up and fled in all directions in a panic.

With that, the three peerless and dignified duchesses in the eyes of others suddenly leaned back and forth with laughter, losing any trace of their usual elegance and prestige.

Almost everyone in the class was waiting for Zhao Sen's response. When they saw his computer screen, his score ranking, and the explanation below, they all drew a sharp breath.

The setting sun sank westward, and its gorgeous radiance drew a magnificent golden thread across the distant, vast horizon. In the bustling metropolis of Lvhuan, along the winding and twisting asphalt highway, car horns blared, presenting a thriving and prosperous scene.

Perhaps she still would, because she was now Gu Jinhuan, a true and proper member of the Gu family.

For cultivators, ordinary meditation usually takes a short time, and once their realm is high enough, being directly interrupted poses no problem. However, if one falls into a deep state of seclusion, it must not be casually disturbed. Otherwise, the interrupted person will suffer injuries to their meridians at the very least, or fall into a demonic deviation at worst.

"It seems that the servants originally hired have also scattered to other places to flee for their lives," Ning Yitian thought to himself.

Even if he was unmatched and invincible in his dreams, of what use was it? In the real world, he remained merely a cultivation novice at the mercy of others.

Only to see Wei Shengnan wielding a mountain-clearing saber like a man. The blade gleamed with a dark, eerie light, and at a single glance, one could tell it was by no means an ordinary item.

Ever since the military situation in Luoyang became critical, Gao Wei had continuously sent reinforcements. This time, the reinforcements numbered five thousand, yet Gao Changgong took only five hundred cavalrymen with him, leaving the rest to guard the garrison at Jian. In the end, unable to let go of me, I felt a faint sense of self-reproach, realizing that following him this time had still made me a burden to him.

The speaker was Ge Zhi, whose tone was heavy with sorrow. Although he was the last to join Lingyun Martial Arts School, he had shared hardships and tribulations with Geng Qiang. Therefore, though his relationship with Geng Qiang was not as intimate as that of Zhao Xingnan and Geng Qiang, they were nonetheless as close as brothers.

The combined force of these several pirate fleets was known on one side as the Rose of Blood and Fire, and on the other as the Grain Brothers Alliance.

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Ye Baiwei pondered and decided she should give Zhou Yan a call to brief him on the matter. However, just as she picked up the phone and before she could dial, Zhou Yan's call came through instead. Ye Baiwei hurriedly answered it.

Being with him was relaxing and natural, filled with countless shared languages and identical philosophies, and moreover... it was entirely the feeling of a soulmate. Truly... simply wonderful, Fols micro-smiled.

Countless innate gods and demons exhausted their Daoist cultivation, forcing themselves to self-seal as divine and demonic seeds while awaiting a dim and distant chance of revival. Myriad star systems of the Star Clan turned into a desolate stillness. The situation of the Spirit Clan was slightly better, but the bloodline spiritual charm nurtured by heaven and earth was no more, leading to successive generations of the Spirit Clan becoming inferior to the last until their ultimate decline.

For some unknown reason, the barbarians fleeing northward suddenly stopped and ceased their northward movement. Two days ago, they had already become completely entangled in a chaotic battle with the pursuing Hami army.

The power of space was a level that only King-grade martial artists could touch. Tang Yan's martial realm had also ascended to this level, but firstly, he had broken through by borrowing Wang Chen's inverted power, leaving his foundation unstable; and secondly, his entry into the King-grade was far too short, leaving him no time to comprehend the various profound mysteries of this realm.

"Brother Haze, do you like Sister Qiutong or this Mr. Luo?" Shang Lingling's emotions were somewhat agitated as she tightly grasped Liang Yuchen's palm.

Imperial Physician Xu could be considered a man of medical ethics. Hearing that he was returning to his hometown for free consultations, he brought along a medical boy and prepared a generous supply of herbal medicines.

Wang Zhou slumped down onto a tattered table, beat his head, and said, "Do you mean that the King sent more than just the two of us to assassinate He Yuanwu, and that the Tibetan Zhenzhu also shoulders this mission?"

Reaching out, he gently stroked the trunk; it was so smooth it did not feel like an ordinary tree trunk, even though fundamentally it was still a tree.

Within his body, his stubborn bones were affected, and one golden skeleton after another trembled, as if echoing the chanting of the scriptures.

Freya did not give Dolores a chance to counterattack. Changing the angle of her long sword, she launched a continuous stream of attacks once more.

Once he latched onto Yao Yuelian, he would have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life. Furthermore, since there were officials in the Yao family, he might even become an official master himself one day. By then, with three wives and four concubines, wouldn't life be blissful to the extreme?

"Candied haws, zhajiangmian, sweet osmanthus plum juice." After the accompanying translator stated the mission items, Kim Jong-kook, Haha, and the others turned their gazes toward Junsu, as if inquiring whether he knew about these things.

Aside from the vast river of stars, there was only the boundless universe. Even galaxies were densely packed and numerous beyond count, falling outside his scope of search.

The reason Big Meow liked Aunt Tian and Aunt Zhang was simply because of their age—having lived through trials, they knew that a household ought to store up food provisions.