35. Rival in Love

Fei Yihan’s tone was gentle, but his expression remained unchanged. If one were to listen only to his voice, Yan Lan might have been deceived and felt her anger subside. Yet, looking at his impassive face, she found it impossible to savor his gentleness, and her emotions only grew more agitated.

"The Snake Spirit Palace? Where is that?" Feng Yu had never heard of such a place and could not help but ask with curiosity.

The weather in late June in the south was as stifling as ever. As noon approached, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, casting its cruel, relentless rays upon every corner of City A. By pre-apocalyptic standards, it was another sauna-like day, with temperatures nearing 40 degrees Celsius.

Die Xue had practically fled in panic before returning. After sneaking back into her bedchamber through the rear door, she sprawled out on the bed, limbs splayed, with no strength left to move. She closed her eyes, lost in thought.

"Liu Gang, for God's sake, just kill me! Death would be better than this torture." I gritted my teeth, forcing the words out through my throat as I roared at him. Watching my suffering only seemed to excite him further, his face twisting into a hideous grin.

After all, the Immortal Spirit Valley held the status of a leader within the righteous path of the cultivation world, and their information was hardly a secret. As Jing Ju, known as the most knowledgeable person in the Sacred Cultivation Sect, how could he fail to recognize these core disciples?

Sensing the meaning Mu Biwei wished to convey, Nie Yuansheng had no heart to explain at that moment. He caught her hand and traced a number onto her palm. Seeing her look of disappointment, he asked about her current situation. When she insisted she was fine, he pondered for a moment before pulling her to her feet.

Seizing the opportunity, I found a vantage point and, as Chen Fan swung his blade, I dodged to the side. Upon seeing the King of Extreme Evil, Chen Fan didn't hesitate to plunge his weapon into the ghost’s body.

"Senior, do you know of the Longevity Gate?" Mo Zixian parted her pearly teeth, her voice melodic and enchanting. Even Ye Tian found his mind momentarily drifting.

This left Ye Chen speechless. Though he had anticipated that Tombstone and Han Xiaoyi would clash upon meeting, he hadn't expected Tombstone to shroud the area in deadly poison. Too late to intervene, he could only release a fiery barrier to protect Yun Ting and the others, sealing the toxin out.

Sun Ce, in particular, had a sturdier build than Zhou Yu. Though not as tall, he was a warlord, and the aura he exuded captivated her completely.

When Wen Yunshu appeared before Qiao Wan’er, her pent-up tears suddenly burst forth. She felt so aggrieved; watching the Crane Immortal hovering between life and death while she could do nothing left her helpless. Yet, the sight of Wen Yunshu brought a sudden sense of calm to her heart.

Even if it were not a natural disaster like an earthquake or tsunami requiring the emergency evacuation of contestants and audience members, it was certainly a matter of grave importance concerning personal safety.

Wen Yunshu had long grown accustomed to watching Qiao Wan’er’s back. His heart had grown quiet, and what lay beyond that quiet—the stabbing pain, the burning agony—had lost all meaning from the moment Qiao Wan’er chose to return to Zhou Yu.

Added to yesterday’s rumors, everyone was filled with curiosity about him, while simultaneously mocking him. So much for being a prodigy; he had managed to injure himself during his very first mission.

Still, it had to be said that this was a qualitative breakthrough, signifying that the lizardman tribe had grown significantly stronger.

Fortunately, there were no further surprises this time. Ye Feng searched the corpse’s robes and found some poison along with a token. Flipping it over, he saw the words "Blood Poison" inscribed on it.

"Tell me, what are you thinking? Do you really want to streak?" Anna asked, utterly speechless.

It seemed that watching too many television dramas had its uses. One had to carefully study the tone and mannerisms of the ancients to avoid sounding like a complete absurdity. Qiao Wan’er chuckled to herself.

Yan Ying was stunned. He had spent all that time guessing, never imagining that the other party was interested in the very thing he needed the least.

In the mountain stream, a thunderclap suddenly exploded. The Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, Li Jing, stood with a blank expression before his shattered pagoda, his cheek twitching uncontrollably.

With that, he sent the toxin to the laboratory and traveled with Speedster to the Eastern University. Since it was late and the gates were locked, Yuan Guangyao climbed the wall unnoticed, reached the roof of the dormitory building, and used his phone to call the soundly sleeping Tang Tianyue.

Mo Xianxue ran excitedly toward her three sisters, opening her arms to embrace them. At that moment, two lines of tears shed from her eyes, a testament to her longing.

Yun Xiqiu did not know that Yuan Guangyao actually preferred white clothing. These black garments belonged to his brother, Ling Qiuye. Their builds were almost identical, and it was to honor his brother that he carried his clothes with him to the east of the Divine Land.

"Looking like a vixen, the child in her belly probably isn't anything good either," Sister Sun sneered, attempting to erode the memory of her own pathetic behavior when she had groveled to ask the woman to persuade her son.

As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling face. Regardless of anything else, Qin Huairu was a hundred streets ahead of Jia Zhangshi when it came to speech and conduct. Hadn't Hu Meizhong’s anger already been quelled by Qin Huairu’s words?

The Snake Demon had no feet; its upper body resembled a human’s, though more slender, while its lower body was a massive tail that slithered directly across the ground.

One could see Mumu Xi’s wood-elemental spirit power rising slowly. A faint cyan light condensed into the shape of a paulownia leaf, which drew near the Emperor of Soul Pearls and stroked it gently.

Bai Jia’s cheek twitched slightly. For a long while, he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, staring at the silver notes in Zhang Xiu’s hand in a state of inner conflict.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that such strange things existed at the bottom of Lop Nur.

"Zhenbai, now that you've arrived, let's start with a celebratory party!" Lin Mo clapped his hands and announced.