Chapter Fifty-Nine: Envy—You Have a Handsome Nephew

Bai Nianxuan walked beside him; at eighteen, she had grown into her beauty. Her features were striking, like a snow lotus blooming high on the mountain—beautiful and cold, untouchable. Now that she had matured, Bai Nianxuan and Bai Lingxuan bore only a faint resemblance to each other, for their temperaments were not the same. Bai Lingxuan was gentle and serene, while Bai Nianxuan possessed a noble, icy aloofness. Compared to Bai Lingxuan’s warmth, Bai Nianxuan’s beauty was sharper, almost fierce. This difference set them apart in appearance.

After two months in the Star Academy, she had not made a single friend. Though she often heard others mention Corner Peak and sensed something unusual, she remained unaware of the specifics. None of this escaped the eyes of those outside the Veiled Heaven Bowl. Wang Zhan’s actions plunged the once heated atmosphere into a deathly silence.

But the person who had been dragged and overturned suddenly clung tightly to Zhou Yuan’s right leg, shouting loudly.

The crowd shifted their gaze from the bones and looked up; not far ahead, beyond a shimmering water barrier, lay a cavern dwelling set within the water.

This inner core was more valuable than those produced by some of the weaker fourth-tier demon beasts.

He hoped, in such darkness, to offer this child a little warmth. Though what he could do was limited, anything was better than nothing—some comfort, however small, was still comfort.

They arrived at the first layer of the human holding area. Chu Xiaoxiao, seeing the people locked in the cells, felt pity and asked softly.

This was precisely why she grabbed the grass from the ground—using the power of verdant life to infuse it with vitality, causing the grass to grow wildly, twisting into ropes capable of binding people.

Wang Zhan hesitated, words rising in his heart yet unable to pass his lips. He buried everything deep within, turned to leave, but at that moment, a voice infused with formidable spiritual power sounded from outside the door. Hearing it, Wang Zhan instantly knew who had arrived.

“I am Gaia. Um, sorry—I mistook you for a space pirate earlier…” Gaia scratched his head sheepishly.

Lin Yi’s gentle, calm smile only deepened Chen Meng’s frown; she thought Lin Yi’s mind must be broken, his behavior incomprehensible.

The King of Serpents led his soldiers through fierce, bloody battles, pressing on relentlessly until he annihilated General Xu Yue’s main force and trapped Xu Yue himself. At that critical moment, his warhorse, the Flying Dragon, bravely charged forward, reached the general, and let Xu Yue mount him. With a leap, they broke through the encirclement once again.

“Listen, everyone inside. I’m sending a doctor over now. I’ll bring you some food too—you must be hungry,” Milan called out.

On the vehicle, Da Zhuang’s face was swollen, but seeing Lu Yifei seated in the back, he was still brimming with excitement.

Chao Fengyang turned his head, gazing toward the ray of light; a sense of impending death rose in his heart.

“She’s a soldier too. I’ve heard about her for a long time. I came here because of her, to be honest—I like her. But I don’t even have a photo of her,” Cao Meng’ang admitted, scratching his head.

“Hmph, why should I? At first, it was just to help you strengthen your body. Now, seeing how you disobey orders, you’ll run as punishment!” Mei Mei retorted.

A force of over three thousand, Liu Fan provided the Tiger Guard Army with ten thousand Da Wan horses. Relying on the horses’ ability to cover a thousand miles a day, and switching mounts to save energy, Liu Fan, five generals, and the Tiger Guards pressed forward at a pace of roughly eight hundred miles per day, journeying day and night toward the distant city of Gui Mountain, thousands of miles away.

Yet at this moment, Master Huai Zhi was powerless even against the Divine Dragon Lord, let alone these audacious Tibetan assassins. In the end, Master Huai Zhi used his martial arts to subdue them all; the official troops captured them and brought them into Grand Marshal Yang Hong’s tent for interrogation.

Bai Fan stood at attention, saluted Joseph respectfully, then turned and ran into the ranks of the German warriors.