Chapter 63

A chilly, astringent breeze seeped from his skin straight into his marrow, as if he had already experienced all the unique cold of this season the very moment he saw her covered in blood. By now, he felt nothing at all, save for the physical shock that jolted him awake from his drunkenness, causing him to open his eyes.

For an ordinary martial artist wishing to elevate their cultivation realm, those with dull aptitude might not achieve a breakthrough in eight or nine years, while typical practitioners required five or six, and even geniuses needed four or five. Yet Dongfang Bai could advance by one realm every two years; how could such a speed of cultivation fail to astound anyone?

Ming Ye firmly held Mo Wushuang's hand, moving freely and effortlessly through the flora and trees at the bottom of the valley.

"What do you mean, it turns out to be me? You know me?" The Ghost-Faced figure trembled inwardly, instinctively taking a step back.

The second possibility was that a special zombie capable of controlling zombies of the same tier had appeared in J City. This was highly probable; after all, special zombies manifested in various ways, and the emergence of such a creature was entirely normal.

Pulling forcefully on a can of beer, Wan Haoguang immediately jammed it against his mouth, gulping down two large mouthfuls before panting heavily.

The police led the two bodyguards away along with Zhang Guozhi, and the corridor instantly fell silent once more, leaving only the bewildered medical staff standing aside.

The attribute of life is opposed to the attribute of evil, but when the attribute of evil reaches a certain threshold, it becomes uncertain who will end up suffering the damage.

"You must be Nangong Chilei, the eldest young master of the Nangong family. This is not your family's first time entering the Abyss Realm, so you should be well aware of the laws of this place: treasures do not belong to those destined to find them, but to those strong enough to seize them!" Suspended in mid-air, Wu Wan looked down condescendingly at Nangong Chilei below.

Though it was merely a fleeting moment, even if she refused to admit it, he had long since guessed her thoughts. How could someone who detested him so much possibly act so clingy toward him in such a short span of time?

Abbot Yunfu was now over seventy years old, yet he appeared benevolent and possessed the ethereal air of an immortal, enjoying far better health than the average elderly person.

Although he was only familiar with the occupants of Dormitory 1 within the gifted class, knowing no one else, this did little to dampen his desire to look around and explore.

That packet of preserved plums ultimately offered no real substance against hunger, and after wandering about for a while, the group had long since burned through the meager energy it provided. Just then, they finally spotted a few coconut trees.

This left Chu Tian both angered and humiliated. He had never experienced such a thing in the world of cultivation, and being falsely accused for no reason felt genuinely unpleasant. One could only say his luck was poor to have encountered the original Chu Tian, whose personal character was indeed rather lacking. But now, he was Yun Tian, not Chu Tian.

Shen Xue refused to listen, lifting her chin directly to look at Shen Dongcheng, revealing her face, which was flushed red from two heavy slaps.

The moment Li Shihai heard this, he knew something terrible was about to happen, and he viciously pinched Li Ying on the arm.

From the way Wu Qin addressed Tang Guo, it was clear the two women knew each other. Yet from the tone in which Wu Qin questioned Gao Zheng, a hint of jealousy could also be detected.

Wang Meng had a simple conversation with Bai Jie's parents covering various aspects of their background, ensuring that when both sets of parents eventually met, the atmosphere wouldn't be overly awkward. As the saying goes: know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

Though the floor was quite high, Li Ying still spotted the two familiar figures at the hotel entrance instantly.

Buhui Buguo made a decisive judgment call, summoning the Twin-Tailed Stinger beneath the Desert Scorpion King. He immediately unleashed a signature technique targeting the gaps in its abdominal armor, directly stripping away several plates to expose the pale-yellow, translucent flesh beneath.

Amidst their conversation, Li Li asked casually with a smile, "Does Fengxian still remember the events of the past?" Speaking of past events while seated atop Wuguan City naturally referred to that incident during the Chang'an rebellion when Lü Bu led his troops south only to be blocked by Li Li right outside Wuguan City.

Hearing this, Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I plan on staying here for a few days! If I'm told to come, I come, and if I'm told to leave, I leave, then I'd be far too easy to deal with! Besides, I'm enjoying my chats with the old gentleman, so I'll stay a few days longer."

Since the political situation in Chongming involved Japanese conspirators colluding with the Liangshan bandits, at this very moment, the Marquis of Dingguo—who had turned the tide and propped up a collapsing realm—had successfully stabilized the situation. Now that this Lord Marquis had returned to the capital, the hopes of the entire military and populace naturally rested upon him.

Pausing slightly, Xun Yu shifted the tone of his discourse and remarked, "Judging by the current situation, although we find ourselves in an unfavorable posture, our core strength has not suffered catastrophic losses. We have merely lost cities, while the troops in our hands remain largely intact; our foundational strength persists."

If a single link in this chain suffered an oversight, then Zhu Di would become a public enemy and a solitary villain, a treacherous subject who murdered his nephew. Once this foundation was shaken, even the backing of military suppression would be useless. Across the two capitals and thirteen provinces, with so many prefectures and counties, once rebellions blossomed everywhere, it would be no laughing matter.

Yet no matter how magnificent a spectacle might be, it ultimately had to come to an end, and the surrender ceremony was naturally no exception.

Lin Ziliao cheerfully drew closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close so she leaned against his side.

One could only hear continuous roars, screams, and shouts as they fought fiercely in utter chaos, accompanied by a roaring, rumbling din echoing all around.

Before long, musical movements—now low and brooding, now soaring and passionate—rose once more from the chamber, sounding far more intense than the previous night.

To her surprise, the car came to a halt at the mountain summit—a place Yu Ziqian had never visited before. The mountain air was exceptionally fresh, and the moment she stepped out of the vehicle, she felt instantly invigorated.

Could it be... that Nuo Mingyu's affection for her was genuine? Ouyang Yingqi was once again startled by her own thoughts.

As these words were spoken, the atmospheric pressure at the scene plummeted to freezing point. Xia Haiqing looked at Li Siqin with extreme awkwardness; though she knew Li Siqin hadn't meant to imply anything by it, the remark once again made her acutely aware of the gap between herself and them.

"Human ingenuity is truly beyond description!" Upon hearing the experienced boatmen's suggestions, Chen Wu felt she had been a frog at the bottom of a well, pretending to understand things she didn't. Their familiarity with these matters seemed entirely innate, leaving one with nothing to say in response.

In the distance, noticing Ruoyu's slightly astonished expression, they laughed even louder amidst the commotion.

The numerous platinum-grade bosses defeated along the way had dropped vast amounts of guild experience items. Even without grinding same-level monsters for extended periods, it was more than enough. As for leveling up skills, with so much wealth, it posed no problem whatsoever.

Slashes, magic missiles, powerful arrows, assassinations, basic summons, and basic healing—these were all probationary professional skills. The only unknown was what "copy" might entail.

"We are friends, so there's no need for formalities. Wishing you a safe and smooth journey," Yu Sheng and the others bid farewell to Assam.

At that time, cupping her face in his hands, he had said with profound earnestness: No matter what you do to me, I will unconditionally forgive you.