Chapter 40

That year, Song Tichen had yet to appoint a crown prince; the candidate remained undecided. His beloved sons shared his temperament—taciturn and possessing an air of "wisdom masked as folly." Yet, not one of them matched his own brilliance.

"Just now, we were discussing Bai Xue, and how she wants to acknowledge you as her sister," Zhuangzi reminded her.

"Is this how you treat your guests?" Suddenly, someone clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away.

As soon as the words fell, a gale swept through. Nangong Qingyu let out a startled cry, only to be caught by the wind and deposited back onto the ground.

Naturally, with himself, the Great Elder, and twenty of the clan’s elite present, even the most powerful demons of the various secret realms would struggle to gain the upper hand. Unless an ancient Martial God were reborn, no one possessed the strength to confront them head-on.

And what of the Daoists? What is the way of the Dao? The Dao teaches the world to remain unconstrained by secular bonds and to be one’s true self.

In an instant, the Third Elder, currently in his primordial spirit state, felt time around him begin to slow, his flight speed decelerating infinitely.

However, Liu Hai had once issued an order forbidding anyone from peeking into his inner thoughts, so Shuangshuang did not understand what Liu Hai was actually planning.

It was a pity, though, that the grade of the beast crystal was too low, and there was only one. It barely reinforced the surface of Liu Hai’s skin, failing to push his physical body past its shackles and into the fourth stage of the Pseudo-Saint Body.

"Eat, eat, eat! I'm hungry! I’ve been hungry for a long time!" Rong’er brushed the topic aside, ignoring Yang Qing’er’s question and clamoring for food.

Mu Donghan looked back at Gu Jin. She was dressed in attire unsuited for the setting, yet she wore a genuine smile, sincerely and bluntly telling him a truth.

He heard no sound of the red bell ringing; the surroundings were deathly quiet, and he frowned, feeling unsettled.

The hundred-year peace of the primordial era was shattered by the single strike of the Ancestral Dragon and the other two yesterday. Over ninety percent of the million law-practitioners among the myriad races perished—these were the elite cultivators who had hoped to profit from the campaign against the God Race, never imagining they would meet their end here.

However, upon seeing the three large, full crates, Gao Linghua knew for certain that these could not have been sent by her uncle or maternal uncle.

What is etiquette? Simply put, it is matching the right person with the right level of display, arranging the order of every rank accordingly.

This fellow had been kicked into becoming a eunuch by Zhang Xuan’s cauldron. Though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she could tell... if Zhang Xuan were to treat him the same way, wouldn't he have to castrate the other party as well?

Sitting in the taxi on the way to Sister Qiudi’s house, Xie Heilong recalled the packed restaurant and couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed.

"Everyone, do not be nervous. At the very least, we are safe for now..." Seeing the strained expressions on everyone’s faces, Zhang Xuan smiled, said no more, and scanned his surroundings.

Some human cultivators who had remained oblivious to the events from start to finish also felt disgruntled. Although the Silkworm Clan had a Great Venerable, the Void Heaven Domain was also under the protection of a Dao Venerable.

She found herself strangely confused. Before the large mirror in her bedroom, she scrutinized her face carefully, feeling as if a great mountain had been lifted from her shoulders. She leaned in closer, feeling uncertain.

She and Carla were making food at school, but the "God-Slaying Cuisine" created by Serra and Yuki remained terrifyingly potent.

Cannot die, absolutely must not die. The sound of the zither—that was it. That was all he needed: the melody in his heart. He looked at Xie Biyu, a smile on his lips. As the zither melody began, the sound played in his heart resonated with the Jiaowei zither behind him, and finally, he drew his sword.

Seeing his actions, a complex look flashed in Mimi’s eyes, but her resolve only hardened. Once she had confirmed her intent, she looked at her lover, whose breathing had grown heavy, and suddenly began to laugh.

Just as Hong Mei had said, the twelve assassins covered each other’s flanks. Although Mo Li’s footwork was agile, his range of movement was being constantly compressed, effectively neutralizing the advantages of his Tracing Steps and Wandering Dragon Legs.

When the subject of Lan Daoxing’s planchette writing came up, everyone from Longhu Mountain looked like idiots, hanging their heads and grumbling in succession.

Liu Han nodded. They were all intelligent people; some things didn't need to be spoken explicitly. A hint was enough.

No matter what she said aloud, in her heart, she had to admit that both kings before her were truly remarkable.

It was not only because she could see her father, but also because she believed that with his return, Anyang would surely behave himself.

Lin Feng’s singing left Wu Yufei, who had been invited, deeply shocked. Before this, although she had heard Lin Feng’s music, she had never imagined that hearing it live would have such an effect.

The "Yearning Zither" was a seven-stringed instrument, destroyed during the Investiture of the Gods war billions of years ago. Its body and seven strings had been scattered to the four corners of the world.

In the end, Ye Xuan declined all offers. He had too much on his mind and did not want to burden his friends.

"Second Uncle, don't you worry. Tomorrow, I will surely bring back the medicine for your illness." Ye Xuan tilted his head back and downed two ounces of white spirits in one gulp.

Liu Xu and Xiu Qin stopped her simultaneously. "You definitely can't." What was wrong with this girl? She was acting as if she were older than both of them.

However, Xiuyao felt that continuing to farm the old way had too many drawbacks. First, some crops could not be rotated continuously; heavy replanting caused pest disasters, excessive loss of soil fertility, and potentially led to weed infestations.