Chapter 38: Secrets Unveiled, A Bold Journey into the Profound and Mysterious

Darkness swallowed everything, leaving Niu Yichen and Zhan Qingxue as if plunged into an abyss of chaos. Niu Yichen attempted to channel the power of immortality, but it was like a stone cast into the sea, yielding no response. This eerie situation set off alarm bells in his mind. "Could this be some sort of unique barrier? To think it could suppress my power!" he thought, secretly trembling.

The anti-tank missile finally entered Mo Bai’s consciousness range. Mo Bai was still focused on driving, and as his reach was only about three miles, the missile reached the vicinity of the truck almost instantly.

In a fleeting moment, Ling Jingshu took in every detail of Wei Jieyu’s face, inwardly marveling at her beauty.

The period when Sanniang disappeared every year coincided exactly with the anniversary of the fall of the Si Kingdom, the time she went to pay her respects.

Suddenly confronted by several hundred bandits, Chen Wei glanced at them and raised his left hand, signaling for the procession to halt.

Clutching his sword, he realized he had likely been abandoned, having received no reply from the Zheng clan of Changping City. Yet, he refused to give up. He intended to fight personally upon the city walls to earn the respect of his soldiers. As long as he held the title of magistrate, he stood on the side of justice, and by fighting in the fray himself, no one could say a word against him.

Li Xie was now caught in a dilemma; he could hardly swim across, and he was a man who valued his pride too much.

Wei Jieyu seemed to sense something, a faint flush rising to her lovely face, making her look exceptionally beautiful and moving.

Jing Mo scrutinized the three men: Wang Chong, dressed in a silver-white brocade robe, had a face like polished jade and the air of a gentle, refined nobleman—his elegant presence made it hard to look away. Ruan Rong wore a faded, coarse cyan silk garment with greyish-white short trousers; he strode with a free and easy manner that appeared remarkably unconstrained.

He had once dreamt of Yang Yu eating locusts; dreamt that for the sake of his survival, Yang Yu had stooped to flatter the Prince of Jiujiang and Lu Jian; dreamt that he had misunderstood, branding Yang Yu a vulgar thing; and dreamt of himself being cut down in the street.

Just as he was about to move forward, a massive figure charged at him, wielding a weapon that slammed directly into his mount.

She truly hated the man in the restroom so much that she clenched her small fists, wishing she could kill him on the spot.

"Aren't you tired? Take a rest. This past while has been my fault, all my fault. Why don't you punish me? It would make me feel better, too." Thinking of recent events, he felt deep self-reproach, yet seeing that Lan'er not only failed to blame him but was actually considerate of him, his heart felt heavy with bitterness.

It was not until "Jue" had been observing for more than half the time that the Blood Sect and the Nine-Headed faction finally sensed the intervention of a third party.

The beauty stepped to the front of the stage and slowly turned, allowing the guests below a clearer view.

At that moment, the men guarding Christina had their attention fixed on Li Zifeng, never noticing that the moment Li Zifeng gave the signal to strike, Christina had moved as well.

This led to the formation of a defensive line led by generals and the He family troops in front of the castle, which, while unable to repel the enemy, successfully kept them at bay.

Before she could finish her incoherent, panicked explanation, she suddenly felt a shadow fall over her. Then, before she could react, Xia Weixi’s soft lips pressed firmly onto hers.

"Are you frozen?" Lady Sun touched Luo Baobao’s slightly chilled hands and pulled her straight toward the warming bucket.

Gu Xiaoxian knit her delicate brows. Ignoring the pain, she struggled desperately, attempting to break free from his embrace. Despite the excruciating ache, she did not utter a single groan.

Ghost Butterfly found herself in a soft place, yet her body was drenched in cold sweat. Just as she prepared to rise, she paused.