Chapter 84: You Still Have the Nerve to Come See Me?

It was easy enough to extend his spiritual sense, but transforming it into a thread-like form was another matter entirely. Zhong Sheng tried several times, only to confirm that it was impossible for him; his spiritual sense, once released, always manifested as a vast field—never as a thread. Even when he willed it so, his spiritual sense stubbornly refused to conform to his wishes.

He walked up to her, gently wiped her face with a handkerchief—well, water—and then smiled at her, undeterred by any mess, and pulled her into his arms without the slightest hesitation.

Mu Ruyue’s brows furrowed lightly as she turned to look behind her, where a figure clad in a vivid crimson gown stepped through the doorway.

“Speak, what brings you here today?” Gu Qingcheng sat opposite Lian Yun and asked.

Compared to Lin Yi, Dongfang Liang was utterly bewildered, his gaze filled with confusion, clearly at a loss as to why such a situation had occurred.

These fifty elite guards had been carefully chosen, so much so that even a formidable warrior like Ying Bu was kept at bay, unable to break through the ranks and reach Song Xiang in the short term.

Moreover, she had heard that An Qixia’s very birth had been the result of An Fengyao losing control after drinking, and spending a night with the Empress.

Leng Shang heard this and felt a chill sweep through his heart; the panic and helplessness from earlier vanished in an instant.

Once the agreement was reached, Elder Cold Moon showed not a hint of hesitation, issuing a command that instantly sent four innate masters out of the gate, descending the mountain together with Daoyao and the other five great innate experts of the Mount Hua Sect.

Even if Young Master Bai spoke out, it didn’t matter; as long as he refused to acknowledge it, what could they do? Could they possibly force him?

Within, his eyes grew vacant, staring at his own palm as he gradually entered into a strange state.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the wall collapsed with a resounding crash. Dust billowed everywhere, and the gaping hole left behind was shocking to behold. Fortunately, this wall merely separated two rooms within the house; had it been otherwise, such commotion would have frightened anyone out of their wits.

Yet Romicius and Bart’s patience had paid off—they had at least prevented Valero from barging into the sanctuary and committing a grave mistake.

Brutal! That word alone could describe it. Yes, everywhere on the battlefield was soaked in carnage. Those people seemed not to care for their lives; when they erupted in violence, it was nearly impossible for our side to withstand.

The court had issued a “Call for Talent”—at sixteen, Wen Chengying took first place, left the Wen family, and journeyed south to manage the waters.

It was perfectly normal for some disciples within the sect to send people to the mines. Many veins required cultivators to extract, and those laborers often came from the enemies of sect disciples.

White Flame suddenly came to his senses. At that moment, Meteor Frost, hearing his shout, leapt up onto the roof and chased after Yan Luocao in the direction he had departed, but searched in vain—there was no trace of the man in green.

She disliked chatter, so the hundreds present all fell silent, scarcely daring to breathe.

Moreover, Master Tianji had calculated that Sky Eagle would remain in this world for a long time; should Sky Eagle marry Li Lian’er, her health would improve, and her strength and talent would rise as well.

If yesterday’s battle had won Wu Han’s respect, today’s conversation must instill fear.

Though Ma Yuan didn’t know why Stier had chosen this floor for his investigation, he was certain that Stier, if it involved magic, must have insights beyond his own. So he asked no further, deciding to consult him later should anything magical arise.

Because she had met Shen Shisan at sixteen and never dated afterward, the word “husband” truly required some getting used to.

At the summit of a secluded immortal mountain, amidst the clouds, the Bodhisattva Du Nan smiled faintly, having sensed that the Purple Star had returned to its place, and Sirius had fulfilled its celestial destiny to ascend the throne in the mortal world.

A searing pain made Nangong Tian cry out loudly. Most espers possessed bodies far superior to ordinary people—usually a blessing, but now, his strength prevented him from fainting.

Taiping felt a surge of inexplicable dread; but the feeling lasted only a moment, for she sensed she had already arrived at the Princess’s residence.

Zi Yuan involuntarily shivered, stunned by the chill in the evening wind—why must it be her?

From the day Chen Xi caught a cold, Madam Liang and her companion obeyed Shen Yunxi’s instructions and no longer visited the temple to see Qin Weiyin.

He finished speaking and immediately stood up, left without glancing at her, and didn’t even bother to close the door behind him.

Feihu shook his head, exhaling deeply. “I don’t want to make things difficult for you. Leaving Shengwei is true, but I don’t want to leave you,” Feihu said with genuine emotion.

Long Ji’s composure always faltered whenever he saw her—his heart could not help but rise and fall. Yet outwardly, he remained calm and collected, with perfect poise.

“By the way, did you call the hospital to check on Song Bo?” At that moment, Yu Xingyue remembered another important person.

She surveyed the others—their gear was much the same as hers, except for the tall, burly Gao Wei and Chen Songlin, who carried half-height plasma cannons. She reported their equipment to Scythe, and the others fell silent, pondering the utility of the flame throwers.

Chu Miyun, who had been chatting amiably with Consort Chen, turned pale at the sight of scattered garments.

Those five years—five full years—from graduation at Medical University to the age of twenty-seven, and a single declaration of “I won’t research anymore,” what did that make of his youth?

After processing the last set of data, he closed his laptop and raised his gaze, calm and unruffled. His deep, sharp eyes were as dark as ink, devoid of any sparkle; within them lay a cold loneliness, like a lifeless lake, disturbed by not the slightest ripple.

Meanwhile, Qin Chen had just returned home, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled off the cloth that covered his telescope.

The problem had the two cats anxious; the black cat tried to transform into a spider to escape, but the cold Hao beside them frowned, and his Shadow Hand absorbed the black mist it released.

Bai Xiayun narrowed her eyes at Gong Yuqian. Mid-stage True Martial, a cultivation nearly equal to hers—with their abilities evenly matched, how could she possibly look down on someone like him?