Volume One, Chapter 31: Winning Back the Kiss

As the words fell one by one, the heavens and earth were suddenly transformed. From the heights above, a thunderous crack erupted, splitting the air with a deafening roar.

She had only just said there was no need to spread news of him, yet Master Ou had gone and done exactly that. Once the influential figures arriving in Purple Spirit City discovered him, the news would surely spread like wildfire. If that happened, the threshold of Galin Academy would likely be trampled flat within three days. It was precisely for this reason that she had endured the freezing cold in the water for so long; it had nearly frozen her to death.

As the three of them walked, Zhong Xingyue kept fishing for information, and by the time they reached the Union Building, she had learned almost everything she needed to know.

From the moment Shui Yiren appeared in the back garden, Yun Haotian had noticed her. Seeing her smile so brightly, he couldn't help but reveal a joyful smile of his own. When she turned back, she saw only Leng Yan standing firmly on the road; his horse had been knocked down and was currently struggling to stand.

Among their ten teams, only three had relayed the message incorrectly, which wasn't too outrageous—the core meaning was still there. Shui Yiren was very satisfied with these results, as it proved that the people Qin Feng had recruited possessed genuine potential.

Deep into the night, the outside world showed no signs of quietening; instead, it became even more boisterous. By the time Mu Ling had dressed, donned her mask, and walked out of the room with her hands behind her back, Liu Zeng and the others were already waiting outside.

Qin Feng was speechless. She had never paid him for his labor, yet she actually expected him to pay her back. However, considering Shui Yiren’s obsession with money and the fact that he had brought this trouble upon himself, he nodded miserably, took the silver, and vanished from the room in a flash.

The bond between father and son is innate. Chu Tiankuo felt a deep sense of intimacy upon seeing his imperial father. He wanted to speak and call out to him, yet he did not know how he should address him.

The purpose of these individuals' visit today was, of course, to discuss the cooperation between Silon and the Apostles. However, due to Bu Fan's unexpected appearance, Princess Charlotte paid him extra attention. Having previously learned from Anna that Bu Fan was suspected of mastering the Art of Yuan Transformation, the Silon royal family was now extremely interested in him.

"Break!" Xue Hao roared in fury. The Earth Supreme Divine Tablet whistled outward, sweeping up a terrifying, primordial divine radiance, and collided head-on with the overflowing divine slurry.

Since I could no longer force myself to study and the time was about right, I simply started my patrol. After equipping myself with various instruments, I conducted my daily rounds along the railway, paying special attention to checking for any uninvited guests.

He did not believe that Ouyang Tian and his group possessed any treasures capable of resisting fire. As long as they lacked such an item, they had no chance of winning this gamble.

A loud laugh echoed as Dongfang Xiao and Dongfang Xue emerged from the dense forest nearby, appearing before the Qian family’s entourage.

Duan Chengting had by now been helped by Li Shuangqiang to a chair. He kept clutching his injured area, his face twisted in a cold sneer.

Fifth Uncle stared fixedly at Bu Fan, a flicker of confusion appearing on his face as he fell into memory. Although Bu Fan did not understand the reason, this Fifth Uncle before him was clearly someone connected to it.

That may be true, but given the current situation, the Bu family was not necessarily safe. Furthermore, even if Bu Fan truly wanted to return to Longhua, there was the better option of the Daoist sect—why would he insist on returning to the Bu family?

"Humph! What else is there to say! Don't ask me about him. Enough, I'm tired and I'm going back to rest." Magic Hand rolled his eyes, clearly reluctant to answer his sister's questions.

The roaring in his ears was suddenly interspersed with strange sounds, similar to some kind of energy fluctuation. The sensation of this fluctuation was very familiar; it seemed he had heard it somewhere before.

A powerful aura was contained within it, giving the impression that this garment alone was sufficient to unleash the formidable attacks of a Profound Spirit Realm cultivator.

Another stone gate. What kind of hellish place was this? Nothing but tunnels and stone gates, with no other architecture to be found.

If reinforcements were needed, they could arrive easily. Thus, the sounds of the battle over there carried quite clearly to this side.

It was only because of Yun Yu’s loud warning from the side that Yu Qi avoided the fate of perishing together with that demonic beast. Because of this, several months later, Yu Qi personally traveled to Dalian City in the Fuyang Empire to present two Beauty-Preserving Pills to Yun Yu and Mu Qingyue.

Zhuang Zhongren leaned in to take a look; it was nothing else but the very invitation he had sent to someone else.

"You don't need to hand any of these over to the family; keep them for yourself. You must consolidate your progress well," Dugu Chunyu said softly to Lei Dong, who stood beside her.

This cultivator was none other than Yun Yu, who had originally entered the light-pillar formation and become trapped within it; the two of them had believed he had long since perished and been possessed by an alien entity.

A stone suddenly flew out from the mouth of the alley. Takashi nimbly leaned backward, dodging the attack.

Chen Feng’s mind wandered. Could she really mean that? If she truly had taken a fancy to me and wanted to marry me, what should I do?

Taking off her white coat and changing into a goose-yellow dress, Zhang Xuening flitted around Tang Feng like a butterfly, her eyes filled with faint admiration and affection as she looked at him.

But just as Pojun intended to utterly annihilate Nie Yinniang, he caught sight of the expression in her eyes.

An old man in cloth garments with a head of white hair collapsed onto the muddy ground, his trembling hands reaching out as if begging for something.

During this period, many cultivators who had been accumulating power for thousands of years achieved breakthroughs in their cultivation through slaughter or by entering the Thunder Prison, stepping into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

Afterward, he took a deep breath, telling himself to remain calm and not be provoked by others, lest everything end up as nothing. A trace of breakdown appeared in their eyes, as if to say that since some actions had already occurred, one should not continue to dwell on them so pettily.

The aura radiating from the giant beast was undisguised. Its fifth-level soul pressure was vastly more formidable than that of the Great Deacon of the Soul Flower Realm; every step felt like an entire army, causing one's blood to stagnate and one's heart to tremble.