Chapter 34

However, some disgruntled key figures within the sect later openly led their disciples to break away, establishing a new sect called the Sky-Fall Sect. They reinterpreted the doctrines, and it is unknown what exactly transpired, but this offshoot sect ended up holding views diametrically opposed to those of the Saint-Venerable Sect, eventually descending into evil ways.

The "Dark Desire," which had always been a legend in this circle, now stood before me. I only needed to take a step to enter that place, so shrouded in mystery within S City, to see for myself what lay inside.

"My apologies, it seems I 'happen' to do exactly what you want every time," Su Xia scoffed, turning and heading downstairs.

As she turned, a faint smile graced her face, as calm as if she were looking at someone of no consequence.

I opened the chat box. Ye Shengyin had sent a beckoning emoji, asking if I was free tonight.

Nan Shu, however, had a naturally cold temperament. Even knowing that Duan Keyu was a decent person, she couldn't just become fast friends with her overnight; after all, one cannot judge everything by its surface.

Faced with such blatant and arrogant provocation, the Hero System, as per its usual routine, could not let it slide. True to form, it immediately popped up to issue a new mission to Li Xingmao.

After that brief taste, he grasped the principles of this soul-spirit technique. This so-called soul-spirit art was essentially a special method of using the frequency generated by the vibration of one's inner energy and soul to further compress and refine it within the meridians.

Once she finished and placed the bowls on the table, the young master deigned to pick up his own bowl, set it on the table, and then pulled over the one Nan Shu had set before him.

Relying on her Wisdom Sea Blue Spirit, Xuantian Muyue possessed an inexhaustible supply of wisdom power. Her fighting style was light and ethereal, making her far more composed than Long Yu, who possessed three Wisdom Sea Purple Pills.

"Boss, do you think this could be sold in your shop?" Li Guyu asked, striking while the iron was hot after seeing how much the boss enjoyed the food.

This strike was clearly beyond Fang Junmei's expectations; failing to notice it in time, he was swallowed whole.

"Jiang Chen, don't blame her, let's go back and sleep." Seeing how furious Jiang Chen was, Xiao Yuqing could understand; in truth, she was also quite angry. After all, she had made up her mind to give herself to Jiang Chen tonight, and the atmosphere had been so perfect, only to be interrupted by Feng Yixin.

This further confirmed that the item was authentic. In fact, when the transaction took place at the City Lord's Mansion, it was guaranteed by the entire Wuyou City, making it impossible for either side to swap in a fake; otherwise, the party responsible for the trickery would face total annihilation.

Without rushing to heal his wounds, he took a white-clad figure out from his storage space. It was the spitting image of Fang Junmei, though much younger than he currently appeared.

Fang Tang thought the question she asked was too bizarre for anyone to answer, but she didn't expect that after she left, Chi Xuan would be brought to this very place by his roommates.

"The Young Master has other matters to attend to and specifically entrusted me to bring this secret letter to Commander Tie," Leng said, looking slowly at Tie Xiong.

The Grand Overseer seemed indifferent to wealth, but the camp in the Thousand-Desolation Lands was truly important. Therefore, he did not refuse, nodding sincerely and saying, "Agreed!" In his heart, he made a mental note of the Elder's kindness.

Xiong wanted to project an image of justice. As plainclothes officers and uniformed men carried the gambling equipment and chips down from upstairs, Yan Xiong was righteously interrogating the scapegoat boss of the gambling den, asking him where his conscience had gone.

"I am aware." He had known from the moment Luo Qingyue set up the arena.

Zong Yang still remembered the melancholy Senior Brother from Sanzang Temple—with his downturned brows and cross-eyed gaze—who had descended the mountain to preach reason, only to bring disaster upon it. To save the orphan of the Sword-Sealing Manor, who was sitting outside at that moment, he had been forced back into demonic ways by a group of righteous men, thereby comprehending the greatest truth in the world.

Yu Ruo suddenly had a thought: knowing she couldn't give him what he wanted, she shouldn't continue to delay his youth. The repeated hurts not only caused him pain but also increased her own guilt.

Yet, for some reason, he felt bewitched after hearing what the Imperial Physician An had said that day. If the Empress could heal Yanran's scars, then he surely could too.

Clearly sensing the anomaly in her hand, Luo Qingyue’s breathing seemed to stop. She stared at Jun Wuxie’s eyes without blinking.

Before he could finish speaking, he had already walked out of the company. It was certain that everyone in the company had heard the second half of his sentence.

"Don't worry, she will definitely get better. I have summoned the world's top neurosurgeons for a consultation; they will arrive by tomorrow afternoon." Ye Qingcheng’s eyes sparkled, and her tone was filled with absolute confidence.

"There is no such thing as fair or unfair; this is what I am willing to do," Leng Muhan said earnestly.

Susan was full of anticipation, yet she also realized the bloodshed involved in real-machine racing. She was also curious: if the academy possessed real machines, why had she never seen them? It was impossible for them all to have optical camouflage and fly silently over their heads all day, right?

Then, two sharp screams, loud enough to shatter glass, erupted from in front of the Wu Palace.

Lan Feng’s expression changed after hearing Yue Qi’s words: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know my origins so clearly?" Her tone carried a stern interrogation, but at the same time, it was an admission that Yue Qi’s words were correct.

"Shut it off!" This time, there was finally emotion in Sena’s voice, which resonated in Ye Feng’s mind with amplified intensity—it was grief, longing, yet a desire to forget, a deep tremor from the depths of the soul. Ye Feng started, and without realizing it, he hurriedly closed the webpage.

He took out his pill furnace and brought out all the medicinal herbs he had obtained from the Jiang family and other demonic powerhouses' spatial bags. Adding his own previous reserves, he began to refine the medicine.

Well, Shui Han was just speaking based on his imagination. It was fortunate that he had been on Earth for a few months and had learned something about the human world, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to come up with such words.