Chapter 39

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Although everyone knew from the start that it was merely a passing play, when emotions are hurt, the pain remains vivid and deeply etched in the heart.
Since coming to understand many things, Shiyao realized that only the man before her truly loved her, and she had long since fallen in love with him.
Zhao Yi, however, was indifferent, thinking to himself that Batu was indeed a straightforward man, without many twists and turns. Such a person would willingly shed blood for a friend. But as a leading general, this kind of personality could easily be a disadvantage.
The Wuhuan soldiers were in high spirits, dancing around the campfire. Though their steps were not as graceful as modern dances and somewhat rough, in this setting, their wild dance easily stirred a shared resonance among the troops present.
As Xiao Yan carefully examined the bamboo slips in his hand, a bell suddenly rang out, echoing through the hall with a buzzing sound. At the bell’s toll, the noisy chatter instantly ceased, and all eyes turned toward the grand hall atop the dais, where a middle-aged man now stood.
Zijin, could it be that beyond my previous life, we had already met before? Were you, too, once as fiercely protective as you are today, regardless of everything?
During the process of Nirvana, practitioners of the Ancient Phoenix clan exist as a fiery egg, and Murong Lianyi is now just such an existence.
The moment Jiang Shenwu stepped forward, the surrounding white clouds transformed into a spectral image of the Empress Nüwa, which struck him fiercely before dissipating.
In truth, the Cat Pearl had been inside Ji Yining for a month, bringing him countless benefits. Through her method of regulating breath and expelling impurities, the demonic aura within him faded considerably, and his wicked thoughts were naturally banished, showing signs of reforming.
Long Chen remained quietly vigilant, noticing that although the man now lowered his head to drink tea, his gaze was fixed upon him.
I clung tightly to his neck, perhaps too forcefully, and a metallic scent spread—a sweet, coppery taste, laden with the bitterness of yearning.
“You cannot lay a hand on me. My surname is Zhao, from the prestigious Zhao family of the capital,” Qian Han shouted. Since this young man was a cultivator, he naturally knew the renown of the Zhao family.
Without hesitation, he tore at Nanyu’s clothes, violently assaulting her in another way.
Before Murong Xiaotian left the pill chamber, Hu Mengyao had cast twelve waves of spiritual energy illusions; as long as no one entered, no one below mid-level Martial Emperor could detect the deception.

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After a while, Prince Consort Li showed no sign of defeat, but Princess Li Huafei and Hongchunzi from their respective families grew anxious.
Then, Ye Qing waved his hand, sending waves of green energy flowing into Bingqing’s body, instantly healing her injuries.
“Alright then,” Mu Ziyu said as she withdrew; sometimes Qianshui was stubborn, and in such moments, it was best to yield a step.
At that moment, many eyes in Jinling were fixed intently on Ning Fan, eager to see what he would do. Yet, Ning Fan was unusually hesitant, sinking into rare doubt.
Suddenly, the phone on the desk vibrated. Mo Yishen lowered his brow slightly, recognizing it as his elder’s call.
Zhou Jianan gritted his teeth, his hostile aura dissipating as his spiritual form transformed into a gentle, soothing breeze that slipped into Chen Yuan’s Hundred Ghosts Soul.
His words were resolute, as if a decision had long been made. Mi Xianger looked at him, unsure how to respond.
Yet the burning gaze he met was so intense it seared his eyes and soul, causing even his long-cooled blood to boil at that moment.
“Are they asking us to rip open our chests? Or to open the door and seek death?” The youths in another dormitory stared in disbelief.
The Heavenly God mainframe seemed to have its CPU fried by massive data; its usually calm, monotone voice turned frenzied. At its command, surrounding robots suddenly sprang to life, shredding the already broken body of Arpe into minced flesh while targeting the preserved brain.
A piercing scream erupted briefly before falling silent, leaving only swirling dust lingering in the air.
Though in the end these men had their martial arts crippled by Meng Qi and Mo Li, had they not encountered the two, it was likely the sacred lotus altar incense master would have claimed their lives.
The urge to grow stronger, to break free from the wheel of fate, and to ascend to the supreme starry sky could not be shaken.
A slowing tower exploded. Seeing one tower instantly destroyed, Neil quickly reloaded and fired at the next, the shell striking with violent force, demolishing it as well.

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During this time, Xia Yi had grown accustomed to living here. Except for the chill at night and early morning, the temperature was mostly pleasant. Perhaps due to contact with the ruby, his body had undergone slight changes—mosquitoes rarely came near, rendering purchased insect repellent and incense useless.
Several elders remained loyal to Father Cat without complaint, but some clan members grumbled inwardly, believing Father Cat’s family should not have started cultivating first but waited for them all together.
Cen Yutong nearly smashed her phone but restrained herself, scrolling down the webpage, only to lose interest and stop reading.
Glancing at Zhuang Hua, she exchanged a smile with Meng Miaomiao, who thought to herself: Let her be sharp-tongued and mean; she deserves to be scared to death.
Chong Jiu ran out to see Chong Li cradling the bloodied Ping Le, their clothes torn as if they had rolled through a pile of rubble.
Watching the fierce battle between the demonic and human realms, Feng Linglong snorted coldly and ignored the chaotic fighting, directly gliding toward Helian Xuanyu, who had just gracefully landed.
He pulled out his phone, deftly dialing a long string of numbers, then stared at the sequence for a long moment.
After hanging up, Ling Xia told her grandmother, who was overjoyed to hear her classmate would visit, smiling so broadly she could hardly close her mouth. She reminded Ling Xia to be safe before letting her go.
Or perhaps… this little Diu Diu possessed a unique ability to discern a person's soul age at a glance?
After chatting a while longer, Ling Xia got out of bed to wash up and, mischievously dripping water onto Zhong Xiao’s neck, caused her to scream loudly, accusing her of attempted murder.
People must look forward, even if unwilling, they must adapt. This is new media, a terrifyingly rapid development of mass communication; if you do not move forward, you will be left behind.