Volume One, Chapter 37: Cooperation

Su Luo hung her head, wanting to argue, but upon reflection, she found there was some truth to it. If she were the one involved, hearing such news would make it difficult to calmly listen to explanations.

“All right, all right, I won’t tell Senior Sister Mo Li where you are…” the young girl grumbled.

“Ahem, thank you, Senior Sister Su.”

The cave residence fell into a quiet atmosphere again. Su Luo sat there, dazed, not in a hurry to leave. For some reason, she recalled the scene not long ago when Ji Die took advantage of her, the moment so light and fleeting, yet her face burned fiercely with embarrassment.

To distract herself, Su Luo sought a new topic.

“What grudge do you have against Liu Cheng?”

She naturally knew Liu Cheng; this man held some…

“To get through, I must first deal with these small fry.” The thought flashed through her mind. She left a real afterimage in place, while her true body kept advancing.

When you returned, without saying a word, you beat up our second brother so badly he nearly died.

Every action signaled that she intended to strike against the noble families entrenched in the imperial court of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Calculated this way, nine months actually only amounted to five months on Blue Star—quite a favorable outcome.

Brother and sister, Yu Ge wrapped a gauze scarf for his sister. Her waist and abdomen bled bright red, the wound left by claw blades, three inches of sharp talons, thick armored palms like a raptor’s—formidable defense, a dagger could not prevail.

Su Jingyi noticed her expression was panicked, mixed with helplessness, her heart growing ever more confused.

“Shouldn’t you start calling me ‘husband’ now?” Lu Xun gently lifted her chin, gazing at her with tender affection.

After sitting down, the other passengers withdrew their gaze. As the vehicle traveled for a while, some began to converse.

“I’m sorry for hiding it all this time, Fellow Daoist Zhou. I don’t want gold or spirit stones for this journey’s reward,” she continued.

He said he didn’t mind, but was he just fooling himself? Did Yan Muwen actually care after all?

“Mu Xuan, you must stay calm. Don’t doubt Mengmei’s feelings for you.” Yi Lin, seeing him silent, seemed to see through his thoughts.

With the combination of two pills, Qiu Jishang’s confidence soared as his strength returned. He spread the wings of Kunpeng, preparing to counterattack, but two demon spears, charged with terrifying destructive force, arrived before his eyes one after another.

Over the years, Tang Jiaming had protected her like an elder brother, taking on a father’s responsibility toward Yi Lin. Two years after giving birth to Li Yi Lin, she heard that Situ Kun had married and had children. Meanwhile, Tang Jiaming, as a senior, supported the Li family selflessly, touching Li Jingqin’s heart. Thus, she consummated their relationship and bore Meng Zhu.

“It’s precisely because I’ve promised, otherwise—there’s no need to say more.” Chu Tao lazily headed toward the courtyard, raising an eyebrow and smiling at Cheng Yunhe, who stood there. Cheng Yunhe, however, remained blank, as if he saw nothing.

“Fine, agreed then.” Zhao Gan smiled faintly, bent down to kiss Zhu Xiaoya’s forehead, then took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

He’d heard from many that his Wrath of Heaven was much like the ultimate skill of the Cloud Hall. Guo Lin realized this could be the clue to unraveling the secret of the Golden Shuttle. Why had his body, overnight, acquired one golden shuttle and a golden pill? How did they get inside him—was it the meteor?

But the memorial had been reported, and there was no news. Who knows how much time passed before the order arrived: he was to be sent to the frontier as a soldier.

“Senior, I wonder if this portion of the reward could be exchanged for a Supreme Potion?” Emma hesitated for a long time, finally voicing the terms she’d previously discussed with Li Yan and Oakleyman, then stared at the elder anxiously, afraid he’d refuse.

As they delved deeper into the canyon, the demons became denser and stronger. After advancing another ten miles, there were no demons below Soul Refining level.

The silent valley echoed only with the wind whistling through bamboo groves. In the darkness, ghostly white figures swept across the sky from afar, one after another, whistling and ethereal, coming from the bamboo forest and returning to it.

The day before yesterday, dust-laden, yesterday afternoon wandering around the capital for half a day—Lu An never had time to visit the Bai family’s courtyard, a visit long overdue.

Watching her, Ye Bufan couldn’t help but swallow, his whole body trembling slightly.

If not for Ji Qianya’s unexpected arrival, perhaps he could have happily conversed with Yin Yang Wutian; maybe he could have squeezed more benefits from the Domain Lord’s Mansion.

As the footsteps faded and the door closed, Tang Wu poked her head from under the covers, glanced toward the door, then, enjoying the comfort of winter, decided to turn off the light and sleep.

After two punches, Ruthless waved a hand, tossing his body aside, then with a clang, kicked him square in the chest. Spittle sprayed everywhere as Iron Hand’s body flew like a broken kite, crashing eight meters outside, shattering a marble slab in the garden before finally coming to a halt in disarray.

Zhao Houlin’s words were conveyed in ten common languages, reaching the ears of nearly five hundred people in the venue.

As the slaughter continued, countless invisible threads of karma flowed into Yun Yang’s body like moths drawn to flame, causing the Life-Perpetuating Divine Art, which had lately stagnated, to steadily improve.

The wandering cultivator was about to take a fruit, but upon hearing the dragon’s roar, his outstretched hand trembled, and his slightly clouded eyes suddenly flashed bright.

These were all sages of the human race. Without them, humanity could not have survived in the vast, dark universe, let alone become its masters.

The sudden halt in the charge weakened the beasts’ fighting momentum, so all the beast clans grew curious.

Seeing Nangong Yuehua’s current appearance, Mu Haixuan cursed himself for not seeking her sooner—she should have come earlier.

Hu Daniu had been fortunate enough to witness some of Longyuan’s elite. Seeing them all bow to Emperor Lingyuan, she was certainly shocked, but having mentally prepared herself, her expression was not overly dramatic.