Volume 1, Chapter 25: Tailed Beast Bomb

Since both of them had swallowed a significant amount of seawater, they could not eat anything too solid after waking up, and they had to be careful not to overeat at each meal.

"We had an agreement that I would serve as your assistant for one year. Now that the year is up, I believe it is time for me to leave," An Jing'er said.

"May I ask where you are from, Brother Ming, and what your plans are next?" Meng Changsheng asked. Both he and Li Chenzhou were aware of Dugu Mingyue's true identity, but since Dugu Mingyue was currently using the alias Li Ming, they did not expose him and addressed him as Brother Ming.

Ye Yufei pondered for a moment. She knew Mo Li intended to go to Hainan to see Liu Xin. "I will go back and talk to Ning Yuan. If I stay and we end up arguing, it will only make things difficult for him." In truth, she really did not want to remain at home.

"Lan Xiangting, you deserve this! I told you, didn't I? I said if you ever fell into my hands, you would be finished!" Lu Anning tilted her chin slightly, looking at Lan Xiangting with a provocative gaze.

Chu Xi held her from behind, and Mo Li did not resist, letting him embrace her. Eventually, Chu Xi led her out to watch television, as their son was asleep and would not wake for a while.

Chu Chu blushed as she changed her clothes. She did not want to go out, but it was clear that the people outside were there specifically for her; if she did not appear, they would not leave.

Bead-sized raindrops fell from the sky, yet he wished to stand in the downpour for longer, hoping to wash away the body that had been scorned by Anning and to clear his muddled mind.

It was only when he stood up that he remembered he had not yet answered her question, so he rubbed his head and gave a foolish, awkward smile.

Zeng Bingbing touched her wound. She did not know if it was just psychological, but ever since she learned it was a gunshot wound, it seemed to ache more and more.

Ye Zi felt quite awkward. Images of being held in Zhou Feng's arms kept flashing through her mind. Although she felt a sense of shyness and vexation, she owed him a debt of gratitude this time; not only had he helped her escape Chen Linzhi's harassment, but he had also saved her grandmother's life. By all accounts, thanking him was the only proper thing to do.

At the same time, far away beyond the endless starry sky, deep within the Demon Realm, inside a forbidden zone where demonic energy surged, a pair of cold eyes opened. They gazed toward the direction of the Moon-Worshiping Holy Land, with faint flickers of light crossing them.

Chu Feng, hidden in a corner, felt relieved once he saw Qin Linglong board a vehicle and successfully obtain the robot he had placed there. He waited quietly for the signal of her departure.

"Sigh, I wonder if we can make it through this time!" Seeing that the elders had all departed, the sect leader, Shouben Immortal Master—who had just claimed to have already "divined" the future—muttered to himself.

Bai Ya politely declined the family's offer of lodging and immediately borrowed the teleportation array in Chengdu to leave, pursuing the direction in which Lin Mu had fled. Feng Yan originally wanted to follow, but she was held back firmly by her mother, Madam Du, and persuaded by Bai Ya and his companions, leaving her no choice but to give up in frustration.

Bai Ya's expression dimmed. Su Da's words had struck his fatal weakness, reminding him once again that Huikong's death was entirely his own responsibility. He should have stopped playing the fool yesterday and laid out the entire sequence of events; if he had, Huikong would not have died.

These were the Thunder Pool of Liu Haoshi, the gatekeeper of Taian City, and the Great Yellow Court of the old Wudang grandmaster, Wang Chonglou.

An arrow pierced the air, boring through the chest of the Lord of Darkness. At the same time, the spear in the Lord of Darkness's hand thrust through Luo Xingchen's left shoulder.

He feared that by then, instead of helping, Lin Xueyao would find that her family members viewed Chu Feng as a threat to the internal stability of the Human Alliance, and would hand him over directly to the Alva family to resolve the conflict between the two houses.

Pu Yu had been frozen for at least twenty years, and her vital energy had withered to the extreme. Zhou Feng dared not rush; he used the Flame Charm Spirit Fire to melt the ice on her body bit by bit, taking nearly half an hour to finally rescue her from the block of ice.

He could endure losses, accept casualties, and understand the logic that "the success of one general is built on the bones of ten thousand," but the act of intentionally using a large number of his own soldiers as bait and cannon fodder was something Cai Xu could not accept unless it was a last resort.

"If you have the courage to fight me, I might spare you." This was the last sentence he heard.

When mentioning the item in the back mountain, Kun Shanzi's tone faltered slightly, sounding uncertain. In earlier years, it had been well-behaved, but in recent years, it had suddenly erupted into violence several times, and he no longer dared to be certain of it.

Gradually, the formation emitted a more brilliant radiance. At this moment, hundreds of thousands of sword beams appeared in the sky, densely packed and terrifying to behold.

The Twelve Stick Flowers lay on the ground, observing the scene from various angles, the same resentment floating in their hearts.

"Thank you, General!" Upon receiving Guan Yu's reply, the Yellow Turban cavalryman who had asked the question responded with an excited expression.

However, what he did not know was that Zhang Xusheng had also been keeping an eye on him. Sensing the movements of the Taixuan Daoist, he immediately split off a wisp of his consciousness. Three blood demons, each comparable to a mid-stage Soul Formation expert, suddenly let out a wail, and then, to everyone's surprise, they fused together, taking the form of Zhang Xusheng.

Moreover, under normal circumstances, once the senior brother approved of Zhang Zhishou, the master would not deliberately make things difficult and would simply go with the flow to accept him. After all, for the Evil Soul Island, the master-disciple relationship was more a means of consolidating power, unlike the way immortal cultivators meticulously taught all their true disciples.

Once untied, Shen Qiqi stretched her body and leaned in toward Meng Hui, her face full of curiosity.

In the world of martial arts, those in the jianghu and the families of officials, while not necessarily hostile, were not exactly friendly either.

If Qiao Yulu knew that her only purpose was to serve as a propaganda tool, one wonders if she would be so angry she would vomit blood.

For some time now, the Empress had been worried about the outcome regarding the Imperial Uncle, to the point where she had lost her appetite, causing the Emperor to reprimand the Imperial Kitchen twice.

Unexpectedly, Ziwu held her tightly, his eyes narrowing, seemingly filled with some mysterious and strange emotions. His body temperature gradually rose, and there was a hard object beneath him that made Zhu Bi feel rather uncomfortable.

However, the two young women had self-awareness; they knew that at such a critical moment, they must not cause trouble, so they simply dressed like people prepared for a journey.