Chapter 46

Time was slipping and flowing away by the very second. Ever since the undead in this forest vanished, yet another storm of blood and slaughter had quietly risen. Beneath this silent night, a sky of crimson blood rain thoroughly dyed the earth of this forest in scarlet.

No matter how incompetent he might be, he was still the reigning Seventh Imperial Uncle, a personage feared by more than a few. When had he ever been treated with such disdain? Anger suddenly surged within his heart.

Yet, I truly admire such a person. Having committed such a malicious and guilty act against me, she could still remain completely calm and composed in front of me, without the slightest trace of a guilty conscience.

Having received no reply, Li Zheng let out a sigh, put his phone back, and wore a bitter smile on his face.

Listening to these cold and merciless words from Ye Xing's adoptive father, my heart trembled slightly. I seemed to be able to feel that profound loneliness and helplessness Ye Xing had experienced back then.

He took off his pajamas and put them back on. Although it felt somewhat uncomfortable, there was no time left to retrieve other garments.

Chen Yunfeng narrowed his eyes slightly. The brilliant light remained within his tolerance range, and he clearly saw a chilling white ball of light charging fiercely forward, crashing straight into the flames.

Emperor Shunzhi had acted that way back then simply because wars across various regions were yet unresolved, and he needed the vassal kings to campaign. Naturally, he could not afford to offend them; not only could he not afford to offend them, but he also had to humor and appease them. Yet today, the realm was at peace, so what was there left to fear?

"Combining wind and fire, the momentum is vast and overwhelming, layer upon layer. In terms of sheer ferocity, this move is twice as powerful as the purely wind-based 'Blue Shadow Cloud Wave Kill' of the past! As for the final explosive attack of flame energy, it can even severely injure a master at the Great Circle of the Golden Core Realm!" Chen Yunfeng estimated.

As he sped forward with unrestrained passion, a tall clock tower abruptly blocked his path. Feng Xuan's gaze flickered as he sensed the tense, ready-to-be-unleashed battle qi emanating from the clock tower.

Seeming to sense Chu Mo's gaze, Murun Zhi looked over with a dull expression. As her hair turned completely white, the aura of death about her grew increasingly heavy, and the scent of decay and withered life could be detected everywhere.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the basketball traced a graceful arc and dipped directly through the net.

"Well, this trip to Tibet is certainly not going to be a walk in the park; disasters and hardships are unavoidable. Knowing this, Eighth Uncle could still make such a resolute decision to accompany you. I remember he wasn't nearly that nice to Han Yang back then," the Dog God remarked with a sigh before explaining it to me.

Murun Zhi could not comprehend what had happened to her or why she had suddenly changed like this. She truly could not understand, for in her memory, everything had been perfectly fine. Sighing, Murun Zhi sat right down on the ground, hugging her knees with both arms and burying her face between them.

"So, you guys aren't going to eat these delicious treats?" Seeing this trial by a tribunal of three authorities, Xi Luo shrugged nonchalantly, placed two large bags of snacks on the ground, and asked with a smile.

"There are quite a few people here; it will take at least four round trips to transport everything, which means I'll need to draw seven talismans. That seems a bit excessive," Lin Xi said with a hint of helplessness.

Half a year later, when Lin Su emerged, he discovered to his astonishment that every single one of them had attained the Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation.

The prominent young master, who had been blasted into doubting the meaning of life by a single cannon shot, received no sympathy from Xi Luo and her companions.

The Knicks had seen their lead overtaken. Although merely sitting on the bench, the substitute players of the Knicks still felt their mouths parched and tongues dry.

Thank you, brothers, for your understanding and support. No mistakes were caught in this chapter—sweatdrop. I'm off to write the second chapter now, and I'll thank the friends who tipped the book yesterday in a little while.

There will be another chapter in the small hours of the morning, guaranteed. I'm just not sure what time, because I don't have work tomorrow and will be pulling an all-nighter. Brothers can read it when you wake up tomorrow.

Who could afford the extravagance of using countless soul herbs to experiment with modifying the medicinal formula of soul pills? Only Yunqing possessed such capital, because those soul herbs were simply Star-Moon Grass, which grew everywhere in the Ghost Realm of Hanshi. Treasures in the eyes of others were transplanted in countless numbers within Yunqing's netherworld realm.

A faint bloody streak lingered on Ian's face, left behind when an extremely formidable awakened being suddenly closed in on him during the battle.

"Instructor Xiao, all is well." Zhao Cheng stretched his limbs, straightened his headscarf, and forced a smile.

Jiang Yuanya: his left face was as handsome as an immortal, while his right cheek, concealed behind a mask, resembled a fiend from hell.

"Very good. With the assistance of Colonel Zhu, this endeavor is bound to succeed. When that time comes, the Son of Heaven and the Grand General will surely reward you handsomely! Having spent much time in the military, what is the current war situation in Sili?" the central figure asked with a delighted smile.

Hua Tuo's technique was exceptionally unique. After a few acupuncture needles, Liu Yu felt refreshed and thoroughly comfortable. It seemed that even if this acupuncture method were passed down to later generations, countless essences had been lost. Under Hua Tuo's instruction, he relaxed his mind and soon drifted off to sleep.

"I... I meant you were talking nonsense. Zhang Kangwei died of a sudden illness; how could we have killed him?" Xiao Mei immediately realized her slip of the tongue and hurriedly tried to explain and wriggle out of it, only to make things worse the more she covered up.

Lan Yu had forgotten that she had disguised herself with a changed appearance and gender. This restroom was out of the question. Uttering a soft apology, she stepped out of the service station, walked around to the back of the building into the depths of a thicket of bushes, and finally relieved herself to take care of physiological needs.

"Where is all this nonsense coming from? Mind the parachuting basics and jump down." After a brief hesitation, Niu Fei took the leap anyway.

Residing in this village called YanJiao for about half a month, Xiang Zhen and Ju Manzi had mostly recovered from their injuries, while Xun Mengyu's condition had also slightly improved, though she remained extremely weak.

"Agreed." The Ke family currently had no voice in the matter whatsoever, especially since all these events had been brought about by their own clan.

The massive energy storm completely 'squeezed' into the atmosphere, transforming into rich spiritual qi—magnificent, vast, and overwhelming.

Bai Yu hung up the phone, bid farewell to Xue Jiancheng, and immediately rushed to the municipal hospital. As she departed, a smile flickered at the bottom of Xue Jiancheng's eyes.

The long-range troops on both sides had already clashed. In the sky, wave after wave of arrow rain swept back and forth, and many figures fell amidst the projectiles.

By dawn, the fleet of boats reached Sanhekou. Everyone disembarked, and Tu Tianchi introduced Mu Mangzi and Wu Cheng to Xun Menglong—focusing, of course, primarily on Wu Cheng, whom they had not known previously.

"Perhaps this child is truly different... He might actually defeat the Holy Land!" Felicia thought to herself.

The reason he arrived three days later than Landon was, of course, because Landon had given Old Wang another task—to investigate the specific circumstances of the village's residents.

Passing through a commercial district, she caught sight of a milk tea shop in the distance with several adults dressed in mascot costumes moving about outside. Chushuang contemplated for three seconds, instructed the driver to turn around and change destinations, and simultaneously sent a sick leave application to her editor-in-chief.