Fourteen thousand and fourteen

If one turns into a ghost, possessing some consciousness, the situation changes, yet they still fear humans. Like creatures that cannot bear sunlight, they hide in the shadows, unseen, darting about like rats fleeing across the streets.

Only then did Ma Chao realize that it was his own impulsiveness that had led to the unfavorable circumstances they now faced.

“By the way, Ling Yun, what about you? When will you marry? Wanqing has left, but that young lady truly seems remarkable. Don’t let her down!” Ma Xiuying added earnestly.

That was to merge the bloodline of the Wu clan with that of the future protagonist’s human lineage, using the method of soul reincarnation to preserve the Wu clan’s legacy. Qin Luo understood this was likely a plan devised by Houtu, and it could only be accomplished with her assistance.

Now, with everyone gone, only these two tokens remained to accompany him. Liu Xuan had initially intended to bury the items with him, but he felt that keeping them was like keeping their presence alive before his eyes—a lingering attachment. Yet this time, once everything was settled, he resolved to let go of this sentiment.

Shang Yunbai simply shook his head from the sidelines. Had he truly known back then, it would have been ideal. But now, even if he remained in place, it would hardly make any difference. Moreover, he had already done his utmost this time.

Seeing this, Ming Suchan’s eyes brimmed with tears. He had entrusted these twin swords to Lu Yu and Li Wanqing with great hope, yet the current state of affairs filled him with helpless sorrow.

Feng Lingyun had nearly exhausted all his inner strength healing Shang Qingyu, who was gravely wounded. Though he had recovered somewhat over the past two days, compared to the vast reservoir of true power possessed by Qiu Mo Feng, he was but a mere trickling stream. Guided by his energy and forceful impact, Feng Lingyun could not help but let out a muffled groan, his face pale to the extreme.

Two helicopters took flight—one headed to Doujiang on the highway, the other to the scrapped automobile factory. Before the special police’s bomb disposal vehicles arrived, Doujiang, Zheng Kai, Dou Miaomiao, Liu Yang, and even Liu Yang’s mother and grandmother had already been taken back to the Provincial Public Security Department.

At the front of the formation, Zhang Xiong laughed wildly without restraint. He did not regard the Tiger Leopard Cavalry as worthy of notice. Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong, and Qu A remained silent, but their eyes were sharp as blades, having already discerned the cavalry’s weaknesses.

With no other choice, the crowd could only retreat. Some gradually concealed themselves, seemingly waiting for Wu Tian to emerge.

A crate of gold almost failed to be loaded onto the carriage, and the heavy gems, silver, and other valuables pressed the wheel tracks deeply. Before the horses could pull the cart, the wheels cracked under the strain.

In truth, Yan Shu spoke honestly. Zhao Zhen had long received memorials concerning Yingtian Prefecture, almost all uniformly praising Yan Shu’s governance. Even the official supervising the prefect was full of admiration for Yan Shu—an exceedingly rare occurrence in the prefectures of the Great Song.

Upon learning that Sun Shangxiang was willing to marry him, Wu Shun agreed to adopt Zhuge Liang’s plan the very next day.

At that moment, the door softly opened, and Xiao Qiuyu entered carrying breakfast. Her delicate face flushed with a rosy glow as she glanced stealthily at the beauty lying in bed, then set the breakfast down.

Yet the price paid was immense. Once one consumed the Tongtian Fruit and ascended to the Tongtian Supreme, their cultivation would never advance another inch.

“Let us go; this place is no longer safe to linger!” Zitan’s eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly before urging departure.

Suddenly, her gaze sharpened. At the peak of the valley entrance, a youth’s figure came into view.

“Wu… Wu Wu Wu… Wu Yudi.” The grandmaster elder of the Yin Sect’s face was filled with utter horror, his body trembling uncontrollably as he recognized Wu Di’s countenance.

“Creak!” Unexpectedly, Yang Fan’s bedroom door was unlocked. Ulisse easily pushed it open.

“No! Your Highness…” Hearing Xiao Lang’s cold words, Qi Chenchen felt a wave of despair. It was not supposed to be like this. “It was all Lady Lian’s doing…” Had Lady Lian not spoken, her father would never have believed he needed to risk everything to secure the title of royal consort for her.

Throughout the entire abandoned island, countless demons and ghosts hid in dense numbers, a sight that struck terror. It could be said that there were dozens of demon and monster masters at the “Transcendent Realm” level concealed within secret formation points, as if awaiting some mysterious event.

Stiffly, a Hunnic general clad in a gray wolf fur jacket raised his right hand as the war drums thundered. He slowly charged out of the camp, wielding a wolf-tooth mace, sneering contemptuously at the approaching new army commander. Spurring his horse forward, he charged directly at him.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qi, who was preparing to assist Yang Fan, suddenly halted. Realizing he had been worrying unnecessarily, he dispelled the ice spear in his hand, jumped down from the arena, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mama, I didn’t know them before, and I never will!” The champion said expressionlessly. His current demeanor broke Hu Xixi’s heart. She had selfishly allowed him to grow up, and if this incident twisted his character in any way, she would regret it for a lifetime.

Hearing Yang Fan’s taunts, the short and stout man felt uneasy. Wasn’t he just a poor beggar? What could he possibly have to sell? Though he thought this inwardly, his outward attitude shifted.

Xiao Caifu’s heart skipped a beat. Even if she was stubborn or indifferent, she still followed after Cang Jinlang once he stepped out of the room and opened the door.