Chapter 48

The Multicolored Heavenly Sword then descended, imbued with Chu Xuan’s sword intent. The vast fluctuations of primal energy dispersed completely. The silver Greedy Wolf’s fur bristled as it sensed a tremendous danger. At that moment, the bright moon behind it shifted to a pure white hue, standing as a protective barrier before it.

After dispersing their powers, they were left with only the cultivation level of Awakening Realm, which no longer allowed them to fly through the air—a truly pitiful state.

Clearly stunned for two seconds, Murong Yunshang still felt dizzy: wasn’t he with Jin Meizhi?

“No matter if it helps or not, you have to try,” Ji Meihong said. “Li Hanxue and the others will gather at Tongyou Peak early the day after tomorrow. Then you can meet him. This is your last chance. You must seize it and leave no regrets.” After speaking, Ji Meihong departed.

However, all seven divine rings shared a common flaw: mutual repulsion. When encountering another divine ring, they would emit a special signal—a warning of imminent danger.

He no longer belonged to the Sixteen Agencies, so Fu Likang’s intervention lacked sufficient justification.

Today, Jiang Lingxue dressed fashionably. Somehow, her hairstyle had returned to the wavy curls she wore when they first met last year.

Xia Meng’s exposure of her identity drew Wang Donglan’s attention, and she dragged Han Dong to Haicheng. Both parties were equally culpable, and together they nearly caused his demise.

She returned a look that said, “You need comfort,” their gazes met, and both laughed in unison.

More importantly, Lin Ziyue’s features were far more refined than hers. Her own face and temperament lacked a certain divine aura—an ethereal quality that transcended mortals. Lin Ziyue had nearly reached immortality, while she remained confined to the realm of demons.

Her hair was slightly long, tortoiseshell-framed glasses perched on her nose, temples tinged with gray. She strode forward with great momentum and presence.

It was the fifth oldest elite university in America, following Harvard University first, College of William & Mary second, Yale University third, and the University of Pennsylvania fourth.

“Excellent! Quickly bridge the gap with the elves!” Livia exclaimed loudly as she prepared her magic. “Wait! My thumb keeps hurting—something bad is about to happen!” Finn warned simultaneously.

“Let’s eat together!” Yatogami Tsurugi heard Cheng Li’s reply and immediately approached him.

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“But you’re here to train Itsuka Shido, right? Why did you call me too?” Cheng Li asked Itsuka Kotori.

Thus, three teams pursued each other in succession. Finally, Ye Mu’s convoy entered the canyon first. Captain Im’s convoy split into two groups to ascend the mountain but still clung tightly behind. Upon entering the canyon, he shivered from the cold air, his body hairs standing on end.

Undoubtedly, this year’s gala was a tremendous success. The school’s juniors were very satisfied, and even the television station broadcasted it. In terms of scale, it rivaled major galas.

Unfortunately, Ye Mu had laid an inescapable net. No matter which direction he fled, he faced the encirclement of seven or eight warriors.

Whether others praised or criticized his filming, it mattered little to Guo Dalu. He would not alter his decisions based on others’ opinions.

“I’ll say it one last time: I don’t know you. Please leave!” The voice from within seemed to be repressing anger.

A torrent of chakra surged from Gaara’s abdomen, gradually forming an outline not far before him. The forest winds howled wildly, stirring every ninja present.

Xu Erlang spoke as he handed Jin Niang her jacket draped over the bed. The room remained heated by the ground dragon, but it was no longer as cold, so the fire was less intense. Getting chilled after a nap was easy; if she didn’t add clothing in time, she might catch a cold.

Lin Yu had brought Lin Niang to this family Western restaurant once before—on Huang Xin’s birthday last life. Of course, that time, the price was Lin Yu living on instant noodles in the dormitory for over half a month.

Xu Bai seemed touched by Valentin’s words but deliberately restrained himself from being swayed emotionally.

Wu Di immediately opened the Bloodline Limitations list and projected its contents onto the livestream screen.

Lin Mo opened the door, a musty smell assaulting his nostrils. He looked at everything familiar, unchanged but covered in dust.

At that moment, a rushing wind sounded. A figure suddenly appeared and slowly walked toward Li Bai.

During that era, animals and plants grew extraordinarily tall; forest coverage reached one hundred percent, and spontaneous combustion was rare.

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The Destroyer seemed to be suppressing himself, growling lowly with bloodthirsty eyes that made his heart race, as if he might be torn apart at any moment.

From the foot to the summit, the road was lined with commoners eager to glimpse the sacred visage. The sides were packed, and the guards struggled to maintain order while checking for suspicious individuals.

The elderly gentleman took a step forward as if to follow but was frozen in place by a cold glare.

Shortly after the villains left, heavy snow began to fall. The swirling flakes not only extinguished the flames of evil but miraculously froze the bleeding wounds.

“Alright, I understand,” I nodded along with his words. He was right—whether by time or the excuse of resurrection, I was unfit to appear again.

After breakfast, she bade farewell to her grandparents and, with Wu Jiangtao pushing Dou Dou and Miao Miao, left the house.

To maintain stability in the previous dynasty’s harem, Qing Jingyu turned a blind eye as long as things were not excessive. He found managing harem affairs tiresome, delegating them to the Empress and Noble Consort Chu to keep each other in check.

Of course, many times the disparity in strength was too great, and numerous battle teams could not seize the opportunity.

Fortunately, Yan Chixia excelled at calming emotions. Once his tranquil Buddhist chant sounded, the villagers’ fears dissipated instantly.

One path was chosen because of ‘caring for comrades,’ leading to the unmasking of Metastacia’s identity. Then he was framed and gradually isolated, doubted by all.

Especially since the Ishida family was traditionally a clan of Exorcists hostile to the Grim Reaper. Previously, wasn’t that like offering warmth to a cold shoulder?