Chapter 42

“I invited you to sit down, not because I wanted a gift from you. That’s not necessary, put it away.” Su Qin did not accept it.

Lan’er thought to herself, wasn’t the chair her mistress was sitting on the very one she had previously purchased from Listening Rain Pavilion? Why, then, was her mistress still asking about it?

Dugu Yue understood perfectly well what her shadow guard meant by leaving—it was nothing less than an urgent departure from Luo City, heading straight for the Northern Liang Kingdom.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Dugu Huarong, her eyes brimming with tears, raised her head to look at the second prince, Sima Ying, his handsome and extraordinary features filled with confusion as she spoke, unable to comprehend.

In this realm, even the slightest difference was as vast as the heavens and the earth; he would not waste his time on someone beneath him.

As he spoke, the Lord of the Northern Darkness appeared behind the God of a Hundred Herbs, and with a force that could move mountains, he drove his fist toward the God’s back.

Much of what Kreek had seen before was, in fact, mere illusions—yin energy would conjure up his deepest fears and twist them into frightening visions.

But now, with his true body having crossed over, Chen Xu was about to interact with the entire grand world of sorcerers. The logbook was utterly insufficient to affect such a vast and complex structure of space and time.

“The Tartar's calamity in Huairen County is a disaster, but for the Zhang family, it’s brought plenty of business. It might sound harsh, but it’s the truth. I was thinking the demand for farming tools and ironwork would increase, but I never expected Master Zhu to be the first to call upon me,” Zhang Zhen said directly.

As for the cause of death, there was no way to determine it for now—it was temporarily ruled as homicide, and investigators were ordered to pursue the case with all speed.

A-Si shoved a pair of tweezers into her hand. “I took two bullets in the back—get them out for me.” With that, he turned to reveal two bloody holes.

That day, Liu Tianqing took a long time to come upstairs. Ye Li had waited in the room for ages, hearing nothing, and was about to go out and check. Suddenly, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open; he stepped out, each movement slow, as if he were enduring great pain.

“We know each other, so what? What he likes has nothing to do with me,” Ye Li said through gritted teeth, dragging Yu Xinyu along as they quickened their pace.

“Trying to leave? How laughable! I’ll refine you all!” Ye Feng, his body now several stories tall, let out a long, resounding howl. With a wave of his hand, the Divine Furnace spun into the air, swelling to forty-nine stories high, as a plume of crimson divine fire roared from its mouth.

The letter demanded that Ye Feng, three days hence, enter the demon sea alone. Only then, the demons promised, would Li Ying be returned.

With Buddhist support, Meng Zhixiang seized control of the two provinces and founded the Shu Kingdom. Yet just half a year later, he fell gravely ill and died, reigning for only seven months, passing at sixty-one.

“Hey, what are you all doing?” Xing Tianyu shouted into the alley. Instantly, the Demon King turned, and thousands of demons glared back at him with furious eyes.

The moonlight, like poured silver, was kept at bay by the window, casting only dense shadows of the branches onto the sill. Occasionally, a breeze would stir, and the dark silhouettes would gently tap against the paper window, making a soft, soothing rustle.

When brothers meet again after so many years, emotions naturally run high. After all, it had been over a decade since they had parted. Now, Di Wei was nearly forty, bearing a strong resemblance to their father both in appearance and demeanor.

If one were to speak of ruthlessness, consider the story of Noah’s Ark: the ark, with an area of about 8,900 square meters, saved only Noah’s eight family members, while all neighbors and kin perished in the deluge. Yet, the ark became a symbol of faith for generations.

Of course, all this was still Lin Dong’s speculation. Whether it matched reality required field investigation. However, before that, Lin Dong had another matter to attend to.

Not to mention the other elders—even the hidden elder was slain by Daoist Lingbo.

Arthur laughed heartily, shouting with excitement. He drew Kay and Athena into the house, at last realizing his great ambition. In his previous life, this had also been one of his greatest dreams, and now, at last, he had the chance to fulfill it. Such a beautiful night was meant to be savored.

Such a spiritual treasure would be coveted not just by those in the mid-Nascent Soul stage—even a grand cultivator like Murong Tian would yearn for it. At their level, ordinary elixirs had little effect, but a ten-thousand-year spirit herb could greatly enhance their mana.

Tentacles whipped through the air, shaking the entire space. Faintly, it seemed as if countless thunderclaps echoed, but Lin Dong felt nothing; his gaze remained fixed on his target as he charged forward relentlessly.

“Haha! Let’s go, junior. Come shopping with your senior sister.” Mu Qinghan’s face was aglow with joy as she patted Qu Bo, rising in cheerful spirits.

The Fire Magic Codex, an epic tome, allowed fire mages to refine and perfect their craft. It recorded a vast array of fire spells, including many never before revealed by the elves—filled with endless secrets and power.

Arriving at the palace gates, Feng Muge finished his sixteenth bun, folded the two paper wrappers, tucked them away, dismounted, and followed Shen Congrong into the palace.

Everyone could truly feel the dominance of the Thunderflame Sword. Under its peerless edge, Lin Chen’s Guardian Spirit Sphere seemed as fragile as a soap bubble, shattering with the slightest touch.