Chapter 59

Drawing a deep breath into his Dantian, he channeled his spiritual power to the surface of his body. Instantly, a thin layer of golden light enveloped him, making him look as though he were clad in a golden suit of battle armor, effectively keeping the piercing cold at bay.

To him, Yunhe was nothing less than a prize to be claimed after defeating King Zhen and attaining supreme power.

The burly man glared once more at Lin Yin and her companion, sneering, "Although I, Hu Zongwan, lack the skill of others, I at least had the courage to step onto the stage and fight. Compared to the two esteemed masters of the Mount Hua Sect, I am naturally far inferior." He emphasized the three words "Mount Hua Sect" heavily, his cadence dramatic and dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, if it isn't Lady Imperial Concubine? A very good day to you, Your Ladyship. Why are you still strolling idly about the palace at such a late hour?" Concubine Jin stepped forward slowly, putting on a pretense of bowing respectfully to Yuxiao.

By the picturesque lakeside, an elderly man with white hair was leisurely fishing. Today seemed somewhat unusual; the old man's gaze was fixed blankly on the calm surface of the lake. Although the water appeared tranquil, any fish approaching it would be instantly startled and flee away—perhaps sensing the turbulent ripples within the old man's heart.

With those words, Mao Ping directly lay down on the bed, his eyes wide open as he calculated something in his mind.

Elder Qian and Xuanfeng pursued them closely. The entire Meridian-Reversing Spirit Array dissipated accordingly, revealing fifty practitioners of the Spirit-Guiding Realm and ten of the Jade-Bone Realm. Each of them bore a listless aura, and some had even suffered severe depletion of their vital Qi.

The enemy's encirclement seemed bottomless. Although our forces suffered no losses thanks to the sneak attack from behind, prolonged combat would inevitably lead to our engulfment. Just as Jiang Wuming was worrying about this, good news arrived.

By now, night was falling. The twilight hung heavy, and the mountain wind howled like wild beasts, pressing oppressively against the heart. Desperate to find Ren Yue but having no clue where to begin, Lin Yin felt utterly lost, wandering forward in a daze.

Fang Ting's parents looked at me and offered a warm smile, which instantly eased my nervous tension and melted away much of the awkward atmosphere.

The gazes directed at Consort Luo were brimming with tender affection, as if each man longed to exhaust every ounce of his skill just to win a sliver of her favor.

I was indeed somewhat drowsy, perhaps because sitting in Yu Minghui's car brought a deep sense of security. I tossed my bag into the back, hugged a throw pillow, closed my eyes, and fell asleep before long.

Cao Yimo's eyes brightened momentarily, a flash of hesitation crossing her cheeks before she let out a resolute sigh and gestured for Dr. Xing to lean in.

Pressing her lips together in thought, I decided that playing the fool and acting shamelessly was the best course of action right now—I would force my way into Yu Minghui's office first and figure out the rest later.

"Is it true that no matter what I do now, it cannot move you or make you let go of the past? Not even a tiny bit?" Luo Chiheng asked.

Removing the hairpin, her hair lost its restraint and gradually cascaded down. Her full head of jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently with every movement.

Xu Zifeng's current mood was a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He was excited because he was finally going to consummate his relationship with Chen Meixi, yet nervous because Chen's father and mother were right in the next room.

"When you two are belittling others, have you ever reflected on yourselves?" Hearing them casually and insipidly mocking PDD, Xu Zifeng suddenly felt a surge of disgust in his heart.

The long saber snatched from Xun Shisan's hand instantly slashed out a blinding beam of white light, hurtling directly toward King Yama.

When she finished tidying up and returned, Pei Che had already collected breakfast. As he ate, he complained to his eldest brother about Fu Simin.

Over the past two years, Wumian and the Empress Dowager had merely maintained a facade of harmony. The Empress Dowager had witnessed Consort Fu's insubordination and laid the blame upon Wumian as well.

Yet, he uttered not a single word. With an air of proud arrogance, he strode to the primary seat, sat down, raised his wine cup, and drained it in a single gulp.

When Lu Mingrui received no response, he lowered his gaze to look. Catching the sight of the person before him staring intently, a smile flickered in the depths of his eyes. He halted his movements and waited quietly until she had her fill of looking.

Gripping his broadsword, a satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth. He stopped walking only when he stood directly before Guan Sheng.

Because of that inexplicable phone call, Luo Yunzhi had taken a speeded-up shower.

"Thank Your Majesty for the reward." Jiang Yubai accepted it, gazed at the pitch-black lump of "divine medicine" in the dish, and without hesitation, swallowed one pill while holding the rest in his hand.

The distant chirping of birds intertwined with the sound of the wind sweeping through the leaves. Emperor Jing sat upon a pavilion bench within the garden.

She was quite curious as well; the old fraudster had never taught her the art of divination, and this was her first time hearing the term. She waited eagerly, watching her maternal great-uncle display his prowess.

As the radiance rose, Roy's expression relaxed, his terror vanishing as if he were drifting into a sweet dream.

And now, bringing the child from the Ghost Realm back to the mortal realm would naturally provoke a degree of displeasure from the Heavenly Dao.

Here, all manner of gorgeous magical runes, magical tools, equipment, and workstations abounded. Various magical items were gathered together in harmonious order, exuding an unmistakably high-end aesthetic.

Even so, the few individuals trapped within the encirclement felt the pressure upon them instantly lift by a significant margin.

"Where is she?" The icy voice carried the domineering authority of one accustomed to supreme rule, the man radiating a noble and majestic aura.

Jiang Yanye recalled how he had previously locked horns with his old man, only for the stubborn old codger to use his authority to have him dragged into the military camp and locked up for over a dozen days.

White Lotus's spatial teleportation technique had already been mastered. In that split second, she gained numerous bizarre abilities, including spatial avatars.

The town mayor laughed heartily, produced a flask of sour wine brewed by some unknown method, and poured a cup for every member of the adventure group.

At that moment, his phone on the table buzzed. Glancing down casually, he saw a WeChat notification displayed on the screen.

Among all living creatures, if humans were compared to certain monsters of the same tier, their innate talent could only be described as mediocre.

A slender, delicate hand reached out, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently. Dark clouds rolled across the sky, manifesting a massive black hand. This strike possessed peerless power and matchless tyranny. The ink-black palm blotted out everything within a radius of one kilometer, evoking a strong sense of "covering the heavens and blocking the sun."

"Then tell me, how exactly would you like me to pursue you?" Gu Jinheng asked in utter helplessness, forced to humbly ask for guidance.

To kill with his own hands the newlywed wife who loved him deeply—even for Garp, who felt no romantic attachment toward her and held deep animosity toward pirates, this felt excruciatingly painful.