Volume One, Chapter 43: Officially Becoming Sworn Kin

The two Ultramen simultaneously retreated, only stopping once they had put several hundred meters between themselves and the battlefield. Both Gaia and Agul began gathering energy between their brows.

Before landing, the angry roar of the Whisperer echoed through the jungle. Bullets sparked against the helmet of the bear-man; though the helmet stopped the bullets at such close range, the impact still left the bear-man reeling and dizzy.

Jia Wei was taken aback—he hadn’t expected Daiyu to bring up this topic. Remembering what Baochai had said earlier, he couldn’t help but smile. The two, Xue and Lin, were truly different. One was dignified and proud, unwilling even to use sibling terms in private for fear of being overheard and ridiculed; the other was charming and affectionate, preferring even the risk of being laughed at to losing that sense of intimacy.

The Victory Eagle was returning to Earth through the vastness of space. Feiyu closed his eyes, recalling Da Gu’s words. For now, he decided to set aside other matters once he returned and focus first on finding a way to help Ling.

Her once jet-black hair had become a brilliant purple, her attire entirely changed. Her eyes, crimson, stared straight into his.

Poppy leapt high, bringing his hammer down on the face of the Mountain Wyvern! The holy light tore through the dragon’s scales.

From Luo Zhenyuan’s perspective, if not for what had happened with the Zhou family, Dong Junmo would have been quite admirable. But now... The thought made Luo Zhenyuan sigh deeply, his resentment toward the Zhou family growing even stronger. Yet, neither Luo Pingyan nor Zhou herself knew any of this.

Allowing the magic to surge forth, the light deep within Lux’s body spread like an elixir throughout her being. Yet the black magic entwined within it made her unbearably uncomfortable.

Quan Baoya’s decision to retire from the spotlight and gradually withdraw from the entertainment industry in Fusang had her mother’s full support.

Ashe was momentarily stunned, and in that instant, the protective shield shattered! A hail of ice fragments rained down on everyone.

“President Chen, thank you for your kindness, but we should take it one step at a time,” Shen Lang said, not wanting to push his luck.

As long as she could turn the male lead’s affection around, all of Su Xingzhi’s schemes would become nothing more than futile rage, and she would eventually expose herself. Guang Yichen was eager to see what kind of broken expression would appear on that once-innocent face when the truth finally came to light.

The mechanisms on the perimeter of the grand formation, once rusted and dull, were now cleansed of dust and looked brand new. Countless deactivated arrays gleamed with golden light and began to spin once more.

Yet Su Qingqing’s emotions grew ever more agitated, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. The entire scene was thick with tension and unease.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? It’s already four in the afternoon,” Shen Mengyao pouted as she walked over.

Xu Qianyu looked up; the energy she had absorbed from those demons was now channeled into her eyes, allowing her to see the blurred figures in the mirror.

The core of a demon at the Qi Refining stage resembled a glass bead—smooth and lustrous. It was said that with further evolution, it would transform into a demon pill.

The mold this time was simple: a half-foot-long needle was inserted into the clay figure until fully buried, then withdrawn, leaving a cluster of pinholes.

Zhang Juzheng’s reforms were like scraping the bone to heal the disease of the Ming dynasty, forcibly prolonging its life by a hundred years. History was repeating itself.

Song Momo uttered a puzzled sound and turned her head. When she saw the person before her, her eyes widened in shock. The stunning beauty of that face, so close to hers, was simply unimaginable—utterly flawless.

The supreme martial lord, crab-walker of the rivers, commands the world—who would dare defy him? If not for the Green Dam, who could rival him?

With his hands in his pockets, just as he stepped into the entrance of Thousand Isles Plaza, two exceedingly sleazy fellows sidled up to him.

Recently, Dongfang Yunyang had begun planning the reconstruction of Muyan Village. But he wasn’t just rebuilding—he intended to create a ninja-centric town on the village’s foundation. He had already chosen a name for this town: “Akatsuki.”

While wielding Yasaka’s Magatama, Dongfang Yunyang’s speed barely slowed; he kept up his relentless pursuit of Punk. From the first magatama to the seventh and their final formation took only a fleeting moment.

The chef-teacher had come so far on his creative path, yet he still managed his health with unwavering diligence.

On Fujiwara Sai’s side, arrangements were made swiftly. The recruitment for the ninja academy, as decreed by the elders, held no special exceptions; all applicants would undergo the same public assessment, and only those who passed would be admitted.

“I don’t need your gratitude,” Mr. Liang said. “I just hope you’ll sincerely become a good person and stop causing trouble out there!”

Though Ye Qing had soothed most of the Empress Dowager’s anger, unfortunately, Jia Cong was still not yet sixteen this year.

This time, not only Jiang Changan, but everyone around erupted in waves of astonished exclamations.

“This zoo is really something else,” Ji Qingcheng muttered, unable to stand filth or stench. The moment she approached the pigsty, she nearly vomited up her breakfast.

How could Chi Long dare let Ni Yexin pull him along? For all he knew, the next moment his arm might vanish without a trace.

Murong Changqing had just introduced himself and felt no regret, for he was not a timid man. But Zhao Yin asking Ni Yexin for a private word was undoubtedly about this matter.

“Enough! If you have something to say, just say it—no need for flattery!” Xiao Yiqin, always impatient with merchants, cut him off.

Gu Qingkuang often indulged her younger sister in everything except matters of principle; anything else, she would try her best to satisfy.

Hua Yi replied with a smile. Her true gentleness only appeared before Liang Ze, unlike the distant politeness she showed others.

Despite his seemingly casual steps, the man’s short black hair and dark eyes were unremarkable, and his simple clothes could not hide his tall figure. His handsome features still drew curious glances from passing nurses.