Chapter 39

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After breakfast, Lin Yi stepped into the west wing to begin his lecture, where Cao Yan and Cao Heng were already waiting. Perhaps humbled by yesterday’s lesson, Cao Heng stood up dutifully and joined his sister in greeting Lin Yi with respect.

The laughter of Xu Qingyue brought a refreshing breeze from Xingluo to the other Hongyu Go players. Only then did they realize that the sweltering heat of summer had long since passed; the season was already deep autumn.

Amidst the flickering shadows of the fire from the Chongxiao Red Dragon Spear, Bai Yi knew he had lost the best opportunity to easily cripple Daoist Shangde.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" Li Er had grown fond of patting her head and, with a chuckle, gave it a few more taps.

Advisor Kan Ze and a few generals expressed their opposition, arguing that the city still held tens of thousands of troops and that a battle was not yet out of the question. The Qin army was vast and consumed a great deal of grain daily, making it difficult for them to hold out for long. In this way, their opportunity would arise; why then should they lower themselves to surrender?

However, upon hearing what followed, his face soured. What if the two masters had a disagreement with Lord Walker and started a fight? Even if they only went for a brief visit, Lord Walker would never let him off the hook afterward.

Lin Yi had just slipped into the residence from a secluded corner when his intuition suddenly flared. He quickly hid behind a stone wall. He watched as a black shadow descended from the wall like a night bird, scouted the surroundings, and headed toward the inner chambers.

The twenty-some men behind Zhang Qiyun began to jeer in unison, some even hurling insults and veiled barbs.

After Duoduo arrived at the Heavy Water Buffalo tribe, Liu Zusheng recounted everything that had happened in recent days, realizing what the Pure Heart Spring meant to the tribe.

Meanwhile, the humanoid slowly lifted its head. A flicker of purple light emerged from its transparent eyes before they closed again. A thick mist erupted from the figure, tightly wrapping it to form a large cocoon.

Yet, no matter how dangerous it was, Ang Shanli had no room to retreat; there was simply no way to escape.

Her voice was clear and shallow, carrying a faint chill, as if a cold wind had blown down from a snow-capped mountain, seeping straight into one's heart and making one shudder involuntarily.

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Lin Wan'er could not hide the joy in her heart. A blush appeared on her beautiful face as she murmured, "Actually, before I submitted my entry, I asked for blessings on Yiyi’s Weibo. I didn't expect it to actually pass."

Seeing that his attack had landed, Zhang Ruyun gave a smug chuckle, released Ye Qiu'er's delicate hand, and leapt across.

I was rescued from the snow valley by Yuntian and now lay on the bed, feeling weak. My mind was filled with that nine-year-old face from the valley—an illusion so real that I wanted to spend my entire life trapped within it.

To slay a Heavenly Venerate in just ten thousand years—even if his own cultivation had not yet reached the Heavenly Venerate realm, his strength had already reached a terrifying level.

The stage was pitch black, and Yin Yi could clearly hear the ragged breathing of the trainees beside her and the sound of nails scratching against fabric.

Yet, she did not know that in this world of mortals, there is no such thing as fairness or unfairness; there is only whether one cares or does not.

The Qi family's reinforcements were completely wiped out. The elites buried within the army had been largely purged by Qin Yibai in the belly of the mountain, and the rest were already under the control of Wan Daihong.

The Man-Eating King Flower did not attack him, but instead looked at the young human male before it with hesitation, sensing no danger from him whatsoever.

It was not that she had never heard sweet nothings before, but one so heart-piercing and overwhelmingly domineering was a first.

To think that it possessed such lost ancestral divine arts—could the Chaos Green Lotus have even more? This thought made Lin Tian’s eyes brighten. He longed to ask the Chaos Green Lotus for a few techniques immediately, but he held back. He suppressed his joy and remained calm, knowing the Chaos Green Lotus would teach him when the time was right.

Ran Qing’s forehead injury should have been treated by an imperial physician, but as everyone in the Fengran Palace was currently forbidden from stepping outside, Green Pearl had to fetch clean water to wash the wound. She worried deeply about scarring, for the gash was very deep.

However, Xu Chen, who had entered with the intention of watching the show, found the atmosphere in the room indescribably awkward. The fruit plates and snacks in the living room were scattered across the floor, making it look as though a fight had just taken place.

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One after another, the shameless people began to fawn over her, but Shen Xia felt no joy at all.

In the vast expanse of white water, a man’s head appeared. He dragged something with great effort until, finally, another head surfaced, though that person seemed to have already fainted.

However, none of it mattered anymore. At this moment, they held each other tightly, unable to be separated.

Upon hearing this, Jun Li immediately answered in the affirmative, and then the Master walked forward unhurriedly, never once glancing at Qiao Shihan again.

Before long, a series of buildings exuding a sinister aura appeared in their line of sight. This was the headquarters of the Hell Palace, surrounded by endless forests and mountains. No wonder no one had discovered it.

"It’s not just that; it’s mostly because being a police officer at such a young age, and on the criminal investigation team, is truly impressive."

"Madam, everyone is indeed struggling right now. If there are any surplus resources, please, Madam, bring some out," Jumang said.

At that moment, Ye Tian’s eyes were filled with gratitude. He had not expected that the banquet he hosted yesterday would save the lives of Xue Xue and the others—it was well worth it.

The gaps between the strands of hair were dim and narrow. The hazy red light of the Ancestral Spirit Ruins seeped through, casting the space like a ghost domain. With a flash of golden light, a figure manifested. A clone of Ji Chi landed before a strand of hair—a long, petrified gray-white hair covered in cracks.