Volume 1, Chapter 41: Braiding Your Hair

With a thunderous explosion, a massive crater was gouged into the ground, sending earth and stone flying like hidden projectiles in every direction.

The Source Star Tree draws its nourishment from the celestial energy of the heavenly stars, channeled from the upper echelons of the God-Demon Battlefield. But what if the tree were planted in those very heights? The amount of celestial energy it could absorb would be millions of times greater than in the middle reaches of the battlefield, and the resulting Source Star Fruit would surely be a treasure beyond imagination.

At the heart of the battlefield, corpses had piled up like mountains, yet the warriors of both clans seemed blind to the carnage, locked in a desperate, unending slaughter.

The path of medicine is governed by karma and destiny. Now that Li Cheng had arrived and revealed the truth of Fu Hai’s fate to his family, the karmic threads between him and Fu Hai were severed. What remained was up to Fu Gui to decide; this was the ultimate test of the depth of their connection.

This ring had always belonged to him, yet it had been borrowed away by Xiao Yuan'er through a web of flowery deceits.

To an outsider, the sight of a young man scolding a man in his thirties like a father lecturing a child was comical. Yet, the high-ranking generals of Daonia and the prominent leaders of the allied states all stood with solemn expressions, holding their breath, a testament to the immense authority of Davus.

Chen Zheng’s body was completely engulfed by the flames of tribulation. His flesh and skin began to ulcerate, his clothes turned to ash, and even his black hair was incinerated. Burned by the tribulation fire, his body glowed a brilliant crimson; from a distance, he looked like a man made of flame.

After all, those capable of approaching this range were all powerful individuals—at least high-level martial masters—with keen sensitivity to the movement of energy.

Following this, Xiao Yi unleashed a barrage of techniques: now executing the Thunder Palm, now throwing punches, now wielding his golden short sword, he struck down the mid-level dragon beasts one after another.

Moving with the fluidity of a water snake hunting a frog, he lunged toward the several martial disciples in the blink of an eye.

After Fu Yuanqing and her sister arrived at the Cining Palace and finished their conversation with the Empress Dowager, they slowly brought up the fact that Fu Yuanyuan was still waiting outside.

"Can you all stop ignoring my existence? I’ll be very angry, and if I get angry, the consequences will be severe." Li Xiaoting crossed her arms, her expression indifferent.

After Hu Dalou left, Hu Dingyuan also departed with his belongings. In the darkness, his expression was unreadable, but the way he clutched the bottle suggested his determination to see this matter through.

"Come back!" Jiang Moucheng suddenly turned, glaring at Zhou Benjia like an enraged lion.

Still, his luck with women was good today. First Tan Lin, then Qin Rou—these "two models," with their ample chests and shapely hips, were like BMWs and Mercedes to Ji Xuefeng. As private vehicles, they were high-end, atmospheric, and classy; "driving" them out would surely incite envy in everyone.

He had originally intended to recruit Fang Shiyu into the rescue team, but now, things had turned out this way.

General Mo Shengcheng, who guarded the southwestern frontier, was always at odds with General Tong, Tong Lu’s father; they would start an argument the moment they met.

Seeing that the aura surrounding Chu Yang was no weaker than that of the Earth-rank expert Chen Xuandao, everyone was stunned. They never imagined that someone could transcend the internal energy bottleneck between realms. Even Hua Yurong and Lu Lingling were left in shock.

Yet all his painstaking efforts were in vain. Yin Shihao had no intention of fleeing; he was even thinking of escaping with the two of them.

Seeing the slight confusion in Fu Yuanyuan’s eyes, Shen Shi suddenly remembered that in this lifetime, she had yet to meet Leng Jingrou.

Before the words had even faded, Zhao Xu hurried to see for himself. Soon, he arrived at the gates of the commandery office, where he saw Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, and Zhang Liao. He rushed forward to greet them.

Beiming Zixiu’s gaze fell upon William Nana’s face. Looking at the features that once haunted his dreams, he was overcome with a whirlwind of emotions.

If Ye Zhong had not recovered the memories of his past life, his jaw would have hit the floor. The surface of the sun reaches six thousand degrees; it would melt steel, let alone a human.

As the man spoke, his eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he buried his head in his hands, sobbing in agony. The man beside him also had his fists tightly clenched, the veins on his hands bulging, though he likely had been subjected to torture and lay motionless.

With the tasks assigned, the generals set out in different directions, initiating an unprecedented ambush—a grand hunt across the grasslands had begun.

"Once you finish these, you can rest for two days. You don't need to do anything else," Jiang Jiuyue said.

Watching Tan Jing’s haughty expression, Ye Qin gave a wry smile. She thought to herself, that was only because Brother Xu didn't hold it against her and let her scratch him willingly; otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone—let alone her—to leave a mark on him like that.

Yang Tianlang followed the sound out of curiosity and discovered a wide meadow to the front right, enclosed by an iron fence nearly ten feet high. Inside the enclosure, a massive beast was howling.

If he had known Leng Ruchu was so fragile, he never should have told her the truth. If a life were lost, his medical career would be over.

"I’m afraid you won't have that chance." Yan An finally stepped out from the shadows. She raised the brim of her hat so Qin Chuan could clearly see her face.

What kind of trouble could Zhao Zichen stir up now? If he didn't step onto the stage himself, surely he couldn't do anything, right?

Yan An tried to struggle, but Bai Liushi pressed down on the back of her head while his other hand gripped her waist.

"What else could it be for? It’s just to help Su Che take revenge on our Yu'er!" Old Madam Qin was consumed with rage.

After everyone had left, An He simply pulled Serizawa Reina onto his lap, his large hand gently stroking her back.

Without waiting for Leng Ruchu to respond, Old Madam Qin signaled with a look, and two burly men immediately shoved her toward the hidden compartment.

This brought him joy. It was proof enough of Zhao Zichen’s strength; he was truly capable of creating a classic advertisement.