Chapter 114: The Traveler Returning on a Wind-Swept, Snowy Night (Parts One and Two Combined)

Their lips met once more, but this time it was not merely an expression of uncontrollable passion; the spiritual energy within both their bodies began to interweave and circulate, allowing them to benefit from and mend one another.

Meng Qingyuan slowly drew back, casting a glance at Pei Xiunian, whose complexion had improved significantly, before whispering softly:

"This is the foundation of dual cultivation. Such techniques are not difficult, and I trust you will grasp them fully in time... Once we return to the palace, I shall procure more medicinal pills to aid your recovery."

Pei Xiunian smiled and took the Empress Dowager’s hand.

Luck is undoubtedly a major component of occultism, which is why many who study the occult are driven by the desire to become luckier—for instance, hoping to win five million in the lottery every time they play.

At this moment, the beautiful silhouette that had been carved into the deepest recesses of Li Xun’s heart merged with the woman before him, and layers of hazy memories came flooding back.

Qiongqiong looked up unexpectedly, her calm, almost indifferent expression failing to mask the conflicted look in her eyes.

Sang Mulan placed Dudu on the table, then picked up the white lotus petals. She exchanged a glance with Chu Wanyu, and the two of them burst into giggles.

Utterly exasperated, Taisui had no choice but to explain in detail to everyone present the significance of the three Eurasian Land Bridges and the regions they traversed. Once he had finished exhausting himself with these explanations, the group turned their attention to the problem of how to reach Europe.

Asking for directions took some time, and after bumping into Qiongqiong and Yu Youfu one after another at the village entrance, he told them about the dolphin pendant.

The red light flashed on instantly. Wang Ping gripped his semi-automatic rifle nervously; although he knew this vintage weapon had a range of four hundred meters, he lacked confidence in its ability to pierce the one-meter-thick plating of the Greedy Wolf armor before him.

In terms of pure cultivation, Li Xun might not have been as refined as Mingji, yet his Blood Shadow Demon Form, combined with the heaven-defying transformations of his demonic arts and his innate, ferocious blood-killing aura that could devour living beings, was more than enough to offset the gap in cultivation—and even surpass it.

The blood vessels in the nasal cavity are particularly fragile and prone to rupture, which is why people are so susceptible to nosebleeds.

Winning the first match with ease, the Jianghai team defeated their opponents without sustaining a single scratch, allowing them to spend the next three days in complete relaxation.

Luo Sihan remained steadfast in his resolve, heading straight north. Initially, he had relied only on his own deductions to travel northward, but after forming his source energy, he faintly felt as though something in that direction were beckoning to him. It was merely an intuition, with no other reason to support it.

A powerful ripple of energy radiated outward instantly. Many of the Martial Saint experts who failed to dodge in time were caught in the blast, severed at the waist by the energy wave. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the stench of carnage filled the air.

Lu Qiushi’s actions, at the very least, made a favorable first impression on Sandao. As for what changes might occur in the future, that would depend entirely on how he chose to act.

The three experts said nothing more and simply retreated, their eyes still burning with fury as they looked at Feng Li.

He was draped in coarse, greasy burlap, and a pungent, rank odor wafted toward them, as if the fellow had just been in the kitchen slaughtering a swine-beast.

Whoosh! Just as Brother Lin was about to turn his head to look at Yan Wen, he suddenly sensed a massive attack hurtling toward him. The shock left him momentarily stunned, but he regained his senses in an instant. Yet, it was already too late; the attack had already reached the top of his head.

As he spoke, he beckoned with his hand, and a divine palace along with the holy stele within it flew out from above Xuan He’s head, to be seized by Emperor Yuan.

The only regret was my senior sister, He Ya. Although I reminded myself countless times not to think of her at such a moment, my thoughts could not help but drift to her—to Rui Rui, and to everything we once shared.

I said nothing and shook my head, not knowing how to articulate my feelings. My heart felt perpetually empty, a lingering sense of uncertainty haunting me.