Chapter 45

Yanyu was instantly surrounded by lake water, choking on the chilly liquid as it filled her mouth and nose. She snapped back to consciousness, but each breath only pulled more water into her nose, while her head and chest ached as though they were about to burst.

Coming home after work no longer felt like a relief to Fang Yiwei. Occasionally, the smile and voice of Xu Ziqing would flicker across his mind. Back when studying was exhausting, whenever he rubbed his sore shoulders, she would always come over to massage them.

Baidu had long warned that in the wild riverbanks at dawn, thirsty animals would gather to drink after a whole night, making it an extremely dangerous place that should be avoided at all costs! How could he have forgotten such a thing when he was truly caught in the midst of it?

The room was not large, measuring only around twenty square meters. The furnishings were extremely simple: a bed, a square table, and a folding stool. The bathroom, less than five square meters in size, contained very few items and could be taken in at a single glance.

A stock reaching a "stabilizing floor" means that the market had been continuously falling, but upon dropping to a certain level, massive buying by purchasers altered the trend. Such moments often herald an impending market reversal.

Prince Philip accompanied Li Chen for a brief moment before finding an excuse to let Crown Prince Charles take the role of primary host, deeming today's guest far too young. After his departure, the atmosphere during the conversation between Li Chen, Charles, and Edward became much more lively.

Su Jin pondered for a moment, waving his hand at the two of them. "What you said makes sense. It was my oversight. Go and investigate; I believe Yinqian would never do such a thing."

It was the dossier regarding the truth behind the destruction of the Prime Minister's Manor eight years ago—a dossier that should have already been destroyed.

Upon hearing those two words, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She glanced at Shen Yunyang's hand, then turned her gaze back to Xu Chenshu.

"Understood, Boss!" The two of them solemnly accepted the storage rings and spoke in a deep voice. Xia Haoran selected some basic spells and divine abilities suitable for Foundation Establishment cultivators to impart to them, then waved his hand to dismiss them.

However, the mention of "bloodline of the gods" a moment later stirred his heart once again. It seemed that Venerable Dongxuan had also mentioned this term last time, saying that while he was not of the divine race, he could still be considered a descendant of the gods.

Qu Peng could only think these words in his heart; he would never dare utter them in front of Lin Xi. To do so would show a lack of discretion and awareness of propriety.

Furthermore, both Nangong Wei and Ye Feng intended to make the other look foolish, so the gathering crowd of cultivators happened to serve as a fitting audience to heighten the spectacle.

Naturally, he had no wish to share this secret concept with anyone at present; he intended to personally scout out a suitable candidate dedicated specifically to researching tanks. As for choosing Lanzhou as the site for the tractor factory, it served a dual purpose: first, to maintain secrecy, and second, to hoodwink the public. At the same time, it would ward off aerial strikes from the Japanese military, ensuring the smooth implementation of the plan.

Avril and Freya paid him no heed, keeping their gaze intensely fixed on Jiang Rankong's figure scaling the cliff.

Huang Zhihua was slightly stunned. Xie Jun's tone was unexpectedly audacious, dismissing the superior officer simply as "not bad." It seemed the superior officer's hint that Xie Jun was extraordinary was entirely true; Xie Jun appeared completely indifferent even to the superior's prestige.

He saw that the Elven King before him already had his bright golden hair turning grayish-white, and his eyes had entirely lost the regal luster of a former sovereign. His whole face seemed to have aged by decades in an instant, deeply lined with wrinkles.

"Is this mission...?" Old Feng chimed in, asking a question. The disclosure of Xie Jun's identity made him realize that this mission was likely far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

As for Octopus, the spy of the Sea Clan, he had long since been frightened out of his wits by Jiang Rankong and hurriedly fled the City of Fire.

Jiang Fan had watched the championship match between Zhao Hui and Tian Jialiang, perceiving clearly that Zhao Hui far surpassed Tian Jialiang and had even held back some of his true strength without going all out. During last year's talisman competition, Zhao Hui was at the early stage of the Talisman Origin Realm, but a year later, perhaps he had reached the mid-stage.

Having listened to the teachings beside a sage day after day, even a pig would have learned how to climb trees by now, let alone individuals endowed with exceptional talent.

"Just in time, I've newly forged a treasure and wish to test it against the experts of the Three Realms, to see who can remain undefeated beneath my Eastern Emperor Bell!" The Kunpeng Demon Emperor abruptly shifted to his true form, let out a furious roar, and vanished without a trace.

Li Bai smiled and said, "Of course. Not only do I know him, but I am quite familiar with him." Thinking of the numerous compromising handles he still held on Chen Dajin, Li Bai could not help but smile faintly.

Once he began to grasp the knack of it, Li Bai's imposing aura soared. His body suddenly grew over two meters taller, making him nearly level with Huo Sanqian.

After setting up the scaffolding, the Hundred-Eye Demon Sovereign took his leave shortly after, and Zhuang Wangou did not detain him. The stone steps of the Driving Spirits Mountain range, one rising above another, were known as the Ladder to Heaven, though they were not actually very precipitous, merely treacherous in terrain.

Both Kalan and You Yitian understood one thing: their opponent's spiritual power was on par with their own, and pushing the contest further would only result in both being mentally crippled by each other's psychic backlash.

"What's going on?" Wei Qiang heard the shouting from over there, but since he didn't understand English, he had no choice but to turn and ask Tan Zhen.

A faint reddish-white glow washed over his body as he lifted into the air, tearing through the void in the direction pointed out by Elaine. A bloody shroud enveloped both him and Elaine, and a terrifying aura of slaughter swept across the sky above the desolate wasteland, causing all the lesser demons to tremble in fear.

Today, Li Song attained the Dao of Humanity, and with the guidance of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Han Fei experienced a sudden enlightenment. Thus, revealing his true form, he turned back toward the mysterious Wood Island. Han Fei's departure was intended to establish the teachings and attain sagehood, working in tandem with Li Song to refine the flat-bladed staff beyond the cosmic void, thereby propping up another pillar for Li Song's Dao of Humanity.

The old man plummeted downward abruptly, sensing extreme danger. The intuition forged from countless battles saved his life once more.

I listened in silence, nodding gently. Regarding that matter, Zhou Zeya had firmly supported me and came right away to pick me up the moment I returned to the country. I had experienced all of this firsthand, so his concern for me back then was entirely genuine.

Chen Mohan turned pale with fright, her wide eyes staring in terror at the handsome face magnifying before her as her body trembled uncontrollably.

As soon as he raised his voice, I lost my nerve, no longer daring to mutter any complaints. I obediently went out to brush my teeth and wash my face, then forced myself to take a bite with a scalp stiffened by dread.

I watched with wide-open eyes for a long while before an unshakeable, lingering mist suddenly welled up within them, and tears fell abruptly.

Bricks, however, did not remain idle either. Drawing a hand crossbow, he began shooting, luring over a dozen mutant mantises in one breath.

That voice, that tone, felt as gentle as a spring breeze, as though it could melt solid ice. It was full of such pitiful vulnerability that it even gave me the illusion: was I committing a particularly cruel act by tearing apart the deepest-loving couple in the mortal world?