Chapter 39: An Unexplained Possessiveness

Gu Yan’s gaze swept back and forth between me and Fu Shuhua like an X-ray; the atmosphere was so thick with tension it felt as though it might solidify.

"Senior, why are you here?" I asked, while hurriedly nudging Fu Shuhua’s shoulder to signal him to stand up. The position we were in was far too prone to misunderstanding.

Fu Shuhua, however, acted as if he felt nothing. Instead, he took it a step further, sitting directly on the edge of my bed and wrapping an arm around my waist.

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"Grandpa Wang, I believe that price is somewhat inflated. At most, two top-grade Profound-tier Xiaoyao Pills..." Kong Qinghui stated.

There was no other choice; Yan Han had to hold tightly to Zique’s slender waist. The fierce wind whipped her long hair against his face.

Unlike the consciousness seas of other immortals, which lacked any defensive fortifications and could only rely on the temporary aid of one's Dao heart to hold off intruders, this was different.

Facing the crushing pressure of four Saint Realms, Brother Cheng remained unperturbed. Channeling his soul power and immortal energy to activate the Dao of the Fish-Gathering Sword, his own "Indulgent Saint Realm" expanded to meet them.

After flying for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the group spotted a teahouse located at a crossroads on the ground.

Cai Yunjiao smiled to herself. Heroes are forged through battle, and prestige is accumulated over time; everything had now fallen perfectly into place.

At this moment, the Snow Flame Sparrow finally relaxed. This state of affairs felt right; the sudden tenderness had only filled it with unease and reverence.

Chu Lan exchanged a glance with Qiao Simiao and Kang Yucheng, thinking that this old man was probably quite easy to get along with.

Having asked three times during the previous encounter, he had assumed this was just a peculiar habit of Master Jiang before a battle.

"Second Brother, how could you turn down a practitioner whose cultivation is even more profound than Father’s?" Gu Yu asked in confusion.

When Ming Qingyue said this, her emotions were clearly volatile. As she spoke, a layer of mist unconsciously welled up in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yilin, who had also been suspicious of the Jiang Lin before her, felt a flicker of surprise. This mundane weapon had been a gift from her mother, and she couldn't fathom why this strange young man would ask such a question.

As Han Guang spoke, he reached his hand out. The onlookers stretched their necks, feeling a mix of excitement and agitation. They were all asking themselves: would Han Guang really dare to reach inside?

Unless one truly did not care about their grades or had already been deeply entangled with their teachers, no one would easily fail a course at a critical moment.

It was clear that the giant beast was currently feeling helpless, letting out a few mournful howls as if pleading for Jiang Lin to spare it.

Just as Yin Zhaotian was reeling in shock, even more of the Supreme Yin Saint Power surged into the two exotic flames. As more of the energy poured in, the Geocentric Flame and the Primordial Nether Ghost Fire fused further, until it was nearly impossible to distinguish one from the other.

The Kuomintang military commander Qi Zixiu sent word to the heads of each township to report to his headquarters at Ditouyuan Village for training, and a notice was duly sent to Wang Xiuyan, the head of Huijiadian Township.

Ye Ya flipped her palm, revealing a purple Xuan bird figurine. The moment it appeared, it emitted a burst of violet radiance that illuminated everything within a ten-meter radius.

At this point, Zhen Rui no longer cared to bicker with Fang Fang. Given that Fang Fang was the oldest and had the most experience, Zhen Rui looked to her to see if she had any solutions.

At this moment, Qin Qiu Yun, the Great Patriarch of the Qin family, felt utterly disappointed in these people. After a moment, he sighed and continued to accompany Jiang Lin toward the place where his mother was being held captive.

"You wicked creature, daring to deliver yourself to my doorstep! I shall grant your wish!" As soon as she spoke, three talismans flew from her sleeves, sticking firmly to the surrounding doors and windows.

"He said he would accept a challenge from anyone. What does it matter if I say it again?" the head of the Feng family insisted, stiffening his neck in front of the crowd.

Realizing that Qin Yu had merely been knocked unconscious by the black-clad figure, they decided not to wait for her to wake up and immediately set off toward the western suburbs.