Volume 1, Chapter 36: The Disappearance of Zhou Jianxin

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Jing Xiyao stared speechlessly at the child before her, thinking helplessly, This little one is far too adorable. She actually pronounced “me” as “mwe.” Is she stuttering, or...

“It’s terribly cold today. This isn’t something to fool around with,” Hongyan muttered. After hesitating briefly, she ordered the sedan chair to stop.

Yet during the journey that followed, the Empress never again invited Hongyan and the children aboard her vessel to play. Apart from accompanying the Emperor ashore to admire the local scenery, Hongyan hardly ever saw her. Even when they did meet, the Empress merely nodded and smiled before quietly following the Emperor and Empress Dowager, never speaking more than a few words to anyone.

“Let’s go, Young Master. It’s time we paid a visit to Boss Yang and Boss Zhu.” Ye Ziling had already changed her clothes and was speaking to Lin Shijie, who was likewise ready to leave.

At that very moment, the Palace Master of the Black-and-White Academy appeared before the two of them. When he saw Chu Anle, a faint smile touched his face.

“Apologize? May I ask what your esteemed son has done wrong?” Zhou Hui sat in the seat of honor, smiling at Yu Zhenguang.

Luo Ran turned her head. A dark shadow immediately appeared before her eyes. Only after shifting her gaze slightly did she see Fu Zichen walking over.

“Creeeak—” He pulled the car over at the side of the street, then slammed his tightly clenched fist against the steering wheel.

I had no time to concern myself with anything else. I immediately increased my strength once more and launched an attack at Yama. Yama remained cold and indifferent, seemingly not regarding me at all.

Madam Ji gave a cold snort, her face filled with smugness, as though she were so arrogant that her eyes had grown on top of her head.

Shang Tian was completely unafraid and did not dodge. He merely folded away his fan, and an object appeared in his hand. It resembled a round disc, somewhat like a Bagua mirror, yet it was not one.

Wen Jiaren, Elder Yuan, and the others also felt that this was no problem at all. Since they had been able to enter, it could naturally leave as well.

Of the three vehicles, the off-road vehicle had suffered the most severe damage, followed by the Hummer. Looking at that Hummer, Li Yi’s favorite car, he wondered, Could he be inside? No, impossible. How could he risk his life to do such a thing? The person he loved most was himself.

Therefore, rather than quarrel with Yan Yi again, it would be better to let her remain silent for the time being and quietly stay by Yan Yi’s side.

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“You really are a descendant of Jiang Feng?” The icy look vanished from Wang Daoming’s face, replaced by fervent excitement.

“Since the Eastern Emperor Bell is gone, you can’t go looking for Ling now. Otherwise, not only will you be unable to subdue her, you’ll also be injured,” Liu Cong said, looking at me.

“I’ve confirmed two so far. One remains to be verified.” He looked toward the other side of the city. Between the gaps of the high-rises, the distant Infinite City could still be seen.

Ma Qiaoyan placed great importance on her child’s education, so she hired several professional childcare teachers. Unlike traditional teachers, they treated children as equals, acting as both teachers and friends. Bao’er was only two years old, yet already possessed such remarkable language skills, and those teachers had played a major role in that.

Sword qi filled the sky. Two of the sword currents were as enormous as towering trees, and numerous branching strands of sword qi extended from them.

Hmph. They were only two immortal masters in the late Golden Core stage. This was the perfect chance to test my current combat strength.

Unlike the Red Garment Sect and the Tiandu Prefecture joining forces for the first time, these men were instructors of Nightcool Mountain and had long since developed a tacit understanding. Once this humanoid sword formation was unleashed, it swept forward with the momentum of dead wood and rotten branches being effortlessly shattered.

Perhaps subconsciously, Zhao Yu had already concluded that Yanliang Mountain must be connected to the Ancient Tomb of Yanliang.

Although these Violet Star Divine Thunderbolts were divine abilities he had seized from others, he had nevertheless devoted immense effort to refining them and had incorporated a vast amount of resources. Even a half-step World-Seer would have been crushed by a single strike. He had never expected Chen Ting to collect them so effortlessly, and Long Yougu was already beginning to seethe with anger.

“Good!” Lu Tao nodded. Ever since Wang Xiu had saved him, he had understood that Wang Xiu was certainly no ordinary person.

Ever since the Imperial Father had appeared, Chen Ting’s mind had remained taut with tension. Yet Chen Heng’s gaze never once fell upon him, as though deliberately ignoring his existence.

It seemed that she had truly fallen in love with that scumbag. Without love, she would not have been hurt; without having been hurt, she would not have cared whether they would meet again in another life.

“What? The guardian from two generations ago?” Wang Xiu was stunned, then frowned deeply. The previous guardian—wasn’t that his own grandmaster? According to Director Su, was it truly his grandmaster who was undergoing tribulation?

“Wang Xiu!” Once Mu Zhaozhao clearly recognized the man, she trembled violently. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. How could he be the one who had saved her? And given what had happened that day, how was it possible that he was still alive? What, exactly, had happened?

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Yuan Chen remembered once experiencing an illusion within his father’s celestial formation. He had witnessed such terrifying sword intent before—intent capable of slaughtering Heaven and Earth and annihilating all living things.

Yuan Chen was not angry. With battles breaking out everywhere, it was only natural for the other side to be so cautious.

However, the two men kept their mouths tightly shut. Apart from learning that General Qin was indeed unwell, they could not find out anything else.

“What are you trying to do? Don’t come any closer. Several of my senior and junior brothers are still in the private room. If you dare touch me again, you’ll be dead in a moment,” the man said, trembling with fear.

Anyone who had reached the stage of inheriting the Supreme Legacy possessed layer upon layer of hidden trump cards. Huo Ziyin vaguely sensed that Lü Fengxian still had another card up his sleeve.

“What do you mean, go downstairs? This is my establishment. No, I’m going to see how much damage you’ve caused.” The proprietress stormed forward, preparing to push aside the two men blocking her path.

Only after witnessing this scene did Feng Zhun truly understand the might of the army from Lidu City. No wonder Duan Lang had once dared to lead only tens of thousands of troops across the desert and strike the rear of the Nanping army. Just as the two sides were locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle, another army charged onto the battlefield.

From the very beginning, Kong Yu had often asked Xing Yu to carry her, and Xing Yu had always loved indulging Kong Yu’s coquettish ways. In truth, Xing Yu already possessed astonishing abilities to drive out ghosts at that time; Kong Yu simply had no idea.

Daoist Yijue’s memories gradually unfolded. Events from twelve hundred years ago surfaced in his mind like scenes from a film. This was the final tribulation on Daoist Yijue’s path of cultivation, one that his master, the nameless old man, had arranged twelve hundred years earlier.

A clear fragrance drifted into the tip of her nose. Jiang Xinyu closed her eyes, allowing the fragrance to circulate within her body as it stirred her profound energy as well.

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