Chapter 38: Sword Flight Across the Water?!

In recent days, Zhong Qin remained at the sect. First, because he had been away for too long; second, because Lu Qingfei wished for him to resume his cultivation. No amount of stunt double work could compare to the importance of cultivation. After breakfast, Lu Qingfei accompanied Zhong Qin to the rear mountain. She lounged lazily against the veranda, gazing at her second senior brother as he attempted to summon his sword.

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In a corner, a boy whose presence was almost negligible quietly slipped away. This scene was observed by Wang Xueqi. Some survivors of the Wu tribe, as well as the violent factors in the blood of the dead, had drifted to Earth.

With his head lowered, Karil leaned motionless against the wall. A chilling coldness spread with restrained ferocity from the half of his palm pressed to the wall, a low, sullen hiss echoing from it. Hidden anger slipped away into a realm unseen by the naked eye.

Suppressing his fury, Wang Ling released his grip on Grace, the foreigner, and looked on coldly.

“Big sister, I’m here, aren’t I? I’ll find the others!” Ye Zijie gently patted Ye Xixi’s back, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t worry, no one’s guarding us. We’re not worth that much!” Ning Heming said to Zhang Yichen.

The boy who had been running raised his head with difficulty, glancing first at his middle-aged teacher, then at the handsome new instructor. He bit his lip, steeled himself, and retorted earnestly.

Finally, Zhou Dezhou was granted a brief moment to catch his breath. He realized he had reached the heart of the secret realm, where a mysterious object lay that could bestow immense power and ability upon him.

Inside, Fang Luo was replenishing his energy. With his abilities, even if he could break through the peach tree, it would still require an enormous expenditure of strength.

Feng Song showed not the slightest embarrassment—after all, she was long accustomed to awkwardness. Her voice was gentle, almost paternal in its affection.

Outside the carriage, Lü Yong, who was driving, couldn’t help but grumble inwardly when he heard Chun Cao’s furious roar. The young lady of his household was certainly formidable.

They had witnessed Chun Cao’s prowess just yesterday and already understood that she was all talk and no action; yesterday, she had butchered two rabbits into a complete mess.

“Silly girl! However much money you have, must you always rely on me to get you out of trouble?” Shan Shan stroked her cloud-like hair with deep affection.

The cute girl beside me looked just as bored, swaying left and right incessantly, her movements utterly enticing.

After further experimentation, the conclusion was as follows: Tang Feng could draw in about five hundred pounds of dead weight from three hundred fifty meters away; a level-four demon wolf struggling with all its might from a hundred and fifty meters; but at one hundred sixty meters, a general-rank demon wolf could break free.

Thus, Ouyang Yu had no choice but to sit properly in the plaintiff’s seat, bow her head, her cheeks flushing red as she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

Seeing Ling’er’s bewildered expression, Tang Feng couldn’t help but ask the question that weighed heavily on his heart.

Li Tiange, catching the meaning behind my words, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and stabbing the boss in the navel.

During her two months of slumber, she had many strange dreams. In them, she saw faces both familiar and unfamiliar; even those she knew well didn’t quite look the same, and sometimes their names were different. Yet, she instinctively understood who each face represented.

In just three days, word spread across the entire continent: the legendary Radiant God Clan, believed to exist only in myth, had descended.

Lan Yu still harbored great resentment—for when Ivan graduated from university, he left without a word, and someone even spread a false report that he had died in action. To this day, no one had ever offered her an explanation, and naturally, she felt deeply wronged by this injustice.

At the height of the great war among Chu, Shu, and Ba, the Eighth Prince of Ba, Ba Yuan’an, stationed in the ancient Ba capital of Zhi, thought he might finally catch his breath. Just then, he received a secret message from Jiangzhou: Chu’s army was gathering forces to attack Gongtan and Yucheng once more, while another force was moving toward Yelang and the land of Bie.