Volume 1, Chapter 37: Zhou Xiaotian Found

Wu Qingcheng and Meng Yuyan could not help but exchange bitter smiles. "Sister, it seems our situation today is dire," Meng Yuyan said, her voice remaining soft and gentle, like wind chimes tinkling in the breeze—a truly pleasant sound.

"I will go with you. Please, let her go," a calm voice suddenly rang out from the deepest part of the leather shop.

The male expert, Wu Chao, was a deputy director at the Provincial Fire Prevention Office, just like Shi Jinyu. He had graduated from the Provincial Agricultural and Forestry University with a degree in geology in 1980 and had since become an ordinary oil worker in Yulan City.

"A-Wei, are you not happy?" Liu Liu suddenly noticed that Zhang Wei was unusually quiet and looked up at him in confusion.

"Furthermore, for Catiline to act this way, he must have the support of many elders behind him," Carabis added.

Xiao Cheng stared in astonishment at the effects of the strike, hardly believing that such power could be unleashed.

"Brother Shuyi, this isn't a sandbox, is it?" Li Ke asked this final question last night, leaving Wang Wei momentarily stunned.

Led by two Anbu members, Kui and his two companions slowly made their way toward the village. Along the way, Kui looked around, feeling a sense of nostalgia as he observed the familiar surroundings.

Controlled firmly by the dark elf's flute music, these creatures stood in orderly formation like a disciplined army. Even when Carlos stopped playing, they did not scatter, a sight that filled Ani with envy.

Ani clearly understood what Zhang Wei meant and could not help but laugh. Zhang Wei’s point was that while wine in reality could make one drunk, the wine in the game of God’s Miracle could not.

"I'll see this through to the end!" With a roar, Chen Zhan’s dragon claw lunged toward his future self. Thunder erupted from the claw, as terrifying as a heavenly tribulation descending upon the world.

The remaining islander, Yoshida Haru, saw his older brother killed. His mind went blank, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming terror.

Lin Zishuang was not familiar with these things, but in this strange environment, she could not control the tension rising within her.

"Auntie, I’ve come to visit again. I hope you don't find me tiresome." Meng Shiran visited every time with a radiant smile, which had won over Mother Lin’s heart.

"Besides, this girl seems to have a bit of a crush on you, too. But I don’t mind; friends and romantic rivals don't necessarily conflict!" Si Nuonuo pulled Ouyang Leng, who was trying to get her to sit down, toward her and pointed at her.

"Jun Heng, you deceived me! You performed a blood sacrifice with your own flesh to force your soul power to its limit for this duel. Even if you win, your soul will be scattered to the winds. I never saw through your ruse to avoid the initial onslaught. I, Emperor Zhoutian, have been utterly defeated!" Zhoutian wailed in agony.

"Haven't you heard the saying that the most dangerous people in this world are the Chinese?" A powerful smile curled the corners of Liu Chen's lips.

Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Yuanhe, and Tribulation-Threshold—these five realms were the limits for mortals, and beyond the Tribulation-Threshold lay the path to Immortality.

"Madam and Yue Ying shouldn't do anything too extreme. Drive slowly and stay safe," Su Xingchen thought, unable to fathom why Qin Yuehan was so anxious just because he knew his mother and sister had gone to his apartment. After all, they were his family; they wouldn't tear his house apart, would they?

Qin Yuehan had little appetite to eat with Bai Jing'er, so the meal did not last long.

Thinking this way, the old madam felt a sense of foreboding. She had always believed that the Ye girl must never marry into the Imperial Palace. The palace was treacherous, but more importantly, she feared dragging the Ye household into the struggle for the throne. The old madam only wished to preserve the peace of the Ye household in these chaotic times.

In fact, this bamboo forest was the same one where they had encountered the special operations brigade the night before. However, the location was slightly offset; Xuexing vaguely remembered this spot being on the diagonal back side of the entire bamboo sea.

At this moment, standing on a high platform not far from the Gu residence was an old man with a transcendent, immortal air. His eyes were deep as he looked toward Ye Shaoxuan, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

Yang Chen was completely unaware of all this, as he had lost consciousness and knew nothing of what was happening.

She was not in a good mood today. After the banquet, Ye Meng and Ye Hua took turns asking about her recent situation, to which she quietly replied that everything was fine. This was the path she had chosen, and she had to walk it to the end.

Li Zixiao’s personality was such that if he didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, he would never follow anyone else, not even his closest friends.

These things were not important. What mattered was the scar on her chest, which could only be seen if she took off her clothes. She knew Wang Na had always harbored ill intentions toward Han Siyou, just waiting for the right moment. But how did she know about the scar?

Yang Hangyu stood before Wang Danhe, looking at the wooden memorial tablet in deep thought: Danhe, I will find you. Will you wait for me? Please, wait for me.

The seawater was incredibly salty, making it impossible to open her eyes. Liang Yan struggled desperately to keep her head above water to breathe, but she refused to let go, even as her mouth filled with brine.

Ye Shaoxuan emerged from his cultivation to find Luo Ge playing in the desert before them, darting low and then skimming across the yellow sand, bringing a sense of dynamic beauty to the desolate silence.

Since her debut, she had never been so disheveled. The smell of blood still lingered on her, which was truly unbearable.

The cold did not affect him in the slightest, yet he could not help but marvel at the different scenery in each region. Though it was his first time stepping into the northern territory, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It seemed his gamble had paid off; in his interactions with Liu Xiangling, he had not felt the bond of blood.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Feng Zhen smiled politely, as if he had anticipated this, nodded at Leng Yue, and took the marshal's epaulets.

He gripped the spear tightly, his eyes turning blood-red. He was determined to destroy it, to ruin Ye Shaobai’s greatest killing blow.

Even while wearing a mask, Murong Ke’s smile made one feel as though they were bathed in a spring breeze.