Chapter Forty-Six

The Imperial Swordmaster immediately ordered officials across the land to dispatch people to search, but after more than twenty days of scouring the entire Chitan Kingdom, no device resembling a teleportation array’s transmitter or receiver was found.

The box was a perfectly square shape, its appearance extremely antiquated, adorned with strange patterns that lent it an air of mystery. It had eight sides, none with a lock, and each side was sealed tight, leaving those who examined it utterly perplexed.

“The prince is currently in the military camp. Among the royal family members, only His Highness the Prince managed to escape!” Leo explained.

“Ah, Hanhan, your coffee shop is running quite well!” After entering the shop, Han Jie scanned the place up and down before giving it high praise. The decor exuded a strong European style, themed as a café, with tables and chairs and floors spotless, clearly cared for with great attention.

Longsun couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath internally. This brother’s mind was so meticulous, his depths so profound, and yet he had remained obscure despite working closely by his side all these years. How terrifying must that be?

Wu Hao looked at the old man, but the elder merely shook his head, signaling ignorance. Wu Hao felt somewhat disappointed.

By the seventh day of training, he finally produced the first wisp of sword energy; three days later, the first glimmer of sword light appeared, and after half a month, the first beam of sword radiance shone forth.

“Hmm, I’ve never seen such a thing. Two such rare professions are as scarce as gold, and a duel between them might be something not witnessed even once in ten thousand years,” the Wine Sword Immortal said with a sideways glance, speaking awkwardly.

Xuanwu sneered twice, forming a blade with two fingers on his right hand. A massive sword appeared out of thin air in his grasp. As Longding Tian charged forward, Xuanwu grinned coldly and swung the blade. The space erupted with thunderous explosions; although it was a single slash, it sounded like countless swords striking in unison, continuous and overwhelming, its power making onlookers gasp in awe.

Seeing Yifeng charge instantly, the fire-element archmage’s eyes filled with fierce panic. In desperation, he wildly swung his staff, quickly conjuring a massive stone shield in midair, attempting to block Yifeng’s assault.

After the luncheon ended, ordinary guild members had little to do in the afternoon, leaving only the presidium members to convene for the election of the new chairman of the Southeastern Guild.

Business battles often begin by seizing control of the conversation’s initiative and rhythm. The longer the opponent has to ponder, the more passive one becomes, making persuasion difficult.

He returned to the window; his soul seemed to leave his body, drifting out and overlooking the city, the world below.

“All right, you win,” Liu Ya said, sensing a hint of conspiracy. It seemed that was indeed the case, and he realized he was a bit slow to catch on.

She had already decided during the journey that even if she were eliminated here, she would no longer burden her younger brother and Angel. Her cowardice yesterday had left Angel severely injured. Though unspoken, her proud heart would never allow history to repeat itself.

Indeed, as most viewers expected, Irene won this season of China’s Good Songs with a commanding total of over 5.5 million votes.

Shrugging, Chen Chuliang watched as the waiter brought two steaming plates of black pepper steak he had ordered.

After speaking, he rushed to the side of Shangguan Luohua, who was still collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and helped her up, retreating together toward the East Gate.

“You say big brother is so skilled and has so many capable fighters around him, but who could have seriously wounded him?” Chen Fa instinctively reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and then offered one to Liu An.

At his chest, faint sword sounds rang out; black sword energies shaped like crescent moons shot forth, slashing at the three peak warriors. The demonic sword finally revealed its terrifying might.

Tang Ming had invested in Chen Fan and had even sent people before. Now, Nan Yu’s hope for the divorce was for Chen Fan to completely break free from Tang Ming and belong solely to her.

Once one reaches a certain mastery over their own body, many seemingly impossible movements can be executed with ease.

Ye Qing returned to the classroom, saw the other students already at their seats, and took her place.

The mountains on both sides receded, leaving barren peaks shrouded in dense clouds, a heaviness of unspeakable desolation pressing down.

As for why this had to be done, if not, a mental demon would form in the heart, hindering future cultivation.

Yan You seemed to detect the anger in his tone. Though she felt innocent, having done nothing to provoke him, she was inexplicably uneasy and dared not meet his eyes.

Both were lost in their own thoughts. Lu Zihan still couldn’t sleep. After not hearing any movement from the person in bed for a long time, he rose quietly and slipped out the door.

In the large pit, tents stretched endlessly. Many like Ning Fan, facing enemies from the demon realm, moved busily among the encampments.

Tossing and turning until past midnight, Jiang Guangguang finally fell asleep. Cheng Rongjian was about to lie down when his phone rang. Seeing it was Akai, he didn’t answer but hung up immediately, donned his bathrobe, and then called Akai in.

“So, I’m like this, and the emperor has no reaction?” Jiang Nan shuddered. He had checked himself in the mirror during his bath—his body was quite alluring, with curves in all the right places, pale skin. Even his own manly heart was stirred; any man would find it hard to resist.

“Ayin, you’ve just arrived in this world and know nothing. Let me tell you the story of this world,” I said, patting Ayin’s head with a look of loving affection.

Feng San gave orders to send someone out. Nie Xiangyuan lifted his robe, sat at the round table, and poured himself a glass of water.

“No, the one who took the initiative was your grandfather,” Jian Xi said, then laughed. If not for Old Master Nan’s strong intervention, she and Nan Mufeng might never have fallen in love.

Lin Xiaotian gazed at Xu Zhiheng’s cloudy eyes, which now shone with a little more brilliance. He slowly raised his hand and murmured softly through the oxygen mask.

He thought that if it were anyone else, he would never have so defenselessly nestled in their embrace.