Chapter 39

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The Purple Temple shook the six realms with its might, a presence comparable to the Hongjun Pagoda. At this moment, it erupted with infinite power, tearing through endless spatial turbulence, desperate to fly to the desolate frontiers of the universe and break through into the void beyond. The powerful beings within the Purple Temple did not wish to remain in this universe for a single moment longer; they even harbored regrets for having come here in the first place.

Whoosh! The first winged man had already charged before him, swinging his standard-issue greatsword. With a strike that churned wind and thunder, he hacked toward Luo Tian’s head. Seeing this werewolf—who attacked him with a face full of fanatical determination—Luo Tian’s expression soured.

“Go away! Are you not afraid that I’ll get lascivious thoughts?” Su Ruoyao yelled. She was shouting, her lips pouting, exuding an air of inviolability.

In truth, Su Ruoyao had interacted with the Cheng father and son, and she believed she had gradually mastered the meaning behind every word and deed of theirs.

Huang Xiaoqing did not object. Knowing what would happen tonight, she felt a strange sensation below; it seemed she was already beginning to grow moist.

I will stop complaining. Suffering that can be spoken of is not true suffering; only that which remains unspoken is the real kind.

The maid spoke with a tearful voice, claiming she had not known. She thought the woman was going to the ancestral tablets to weep, so she did not stop her. Who would have thought she would turn this way? She had already sent for the matrons, but since no one had arrived yet and the woman was in a state of madness, the maid could not restrain her and could only ask the Madam to come and scold her into submission.

Ma Tian likewise did not mention Su Mu much to this person. Ma Tian returned to his previous spot to continue meditating. The middle-aged cultivator glanced at Su Mu’s location, hesitated for a moment, then chose a spot further away to sit cross-legged and begin his breathing exercises.

“Alright, don’t overthink it. Since we’ve decided to leave tomorrow, let’s get a good night’s rest.” Shui Lan yawned, reaching back to embrace Wei Fei.

The shopkeeper had been summoned to the mansion at noon and did not know what had happened. Those who called him were all men of the Old Master, and none would say a word when asked. Confused, he entered Songhe Hall. When the Old Master asked about the incident where the Seventh Grandmother’s brother-in-law, Tang Chengren, had beaten someone and robbed them of money, he hurriedly gave a brief account.

When they were together, Yue Nanting had done many excessive things, all of which she had endured one by one.

As the sacred blood entered his body, the divine patterns in his bloodline exploded with brilliance. They began to slowly extend and transform into more complex and intricate patterns, forming new ones that rendered the divine inscriptions clearer and more complete.

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A narrow escape from death should have been a cause for joy for her. Especially since this narrow escape was a deliberately orchestrated scam—so why did she look so unhappy?

“Who is willing to go forth and behead Hua Xiong?” Yuan Shao watched the various warlords below with a calm expression. Since all the officers killed so far belonged to the various lords and none of his own had entered the fray—leaving him with no losses—he was naturally calm and happy to watch the spectacle.

The door closed. Ou Ze stood dazed in the room for a while, biting his lip before he began to tidy up again. Not long after, he heard someone knocking on the door at a very low level.

Hao Xin stuck out her tongue. Since eating the breakfast Xia Yenuo made every day for the past few days, she realized the instant noodles she used to eat were not fit for human consumption. While what Ding Yaoyang made was also delicious, compared to Xia Yenuo, the gap in quality was evident.

Shan Yan had not expected that he had been searching for Xue Shiqi for so long, only for her to be hiding in such a place for over a year.

Bai Qianyu was caught off guard; her hand was kicked, emitting a muffled thud. She let out a soft cry, and the coffee in her hand fell to the ground, the scalding liquid splashing all over her feet.

Yet, that which is acquired later can never compare to the innate original. Even if the functions are the same, the power is the same, and the appearance is even the same—if you were to choose, would you pick the original or the knock-off? That is a question that does not even need to be considered.

The generals took their seats one after another, everyone in high spirits—not just because the enemy had been repelled, but because the Young Marshal was present.

Meng Zhu wore them on her feet; they fit as if tailor-made and were incredibly soft and comfortable. She knew they must be imported goods that Situ Xiao had specially procured, and she feared he had spent quite some time painstakingly preparing them. Was this the gift he wanted to give her? Probably not. If so, what kind of special gift was he preparing with such grand formality?

A dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth, and Ye Xiuran’s body instantly turned to stone. At this moment, the World-Extinguishing Seal tore through space and arrived above Guo Lin’s head. The overwhelming energy was terrifying. In an instant, it smashed down upon the head of Guo Lin, who had nowhere left to hide.

That day, the Emperor went to the morning court, and Qi Mo helped her to the outer hall for breakfast. Her appetite was slightly better; she finished a bowl of congee made from green-stalk rice before setting down her chopsticks. After breakfast, per the imperial physician’s instructions, she had to drink a bowl of bird’s nest soup. Qi Mo had been waiting beside her with it for a long time; seeing her put down her chopsticks, she hurriedly brought it before her.

Cao Dan gasped in pain instantly, hurriedly using his neural link to confirm that his fingers were not broken. He was naturally not keeping quiet for moral reasons, but because he knew the vicious nature of those two men. If he spoke, they would certainly deal with him, and then he would never be able to survive in the entertainment industry again.

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According to the content marked on the distribution map of high-level magical beasts, one would enter the territory of the Golden Moon Lone Wolf after passing through the domain of the Color-Changing Tree Lizard.

Since arriving, Si Huzi had only seen Qian Fugui once. He heard from others that the old man seemed to have thoughts about him—a man who dared to fight and struggle—but was still weighing his options. As for that sturdy fellow Yao Hanzhuang, Si Huzi had not seen him even once; his mysterious movements made his whereabouts impossible to track.

As the song ended, Chu Tao stopped his strings and said, “You may be the last guest here.” A sorrowful atmosphere suddenly permeated the air.

Whether intentional or accidental—or perhaps because he was aiming blindly while facing away—Zhao Gang’s shot clearly went wide, drifting from the head to the shoulder.

“This time, calling you here was my elder brother’s idea. He told us to give you the maximum amount of support!” Leier said.

The official residence was a full ten miles away from the South Gate of Great King City, yet the commotion reached the residence, even faintly overpowering the fighting in the back garden.

“For me?” Cang Yuan looked at the old yellow cover, on which were written the five characters: “Nine-Turn Thunder Cloud Art.”

Regarding the future military operations against Japan, the personnel of the three countries have reached a consensus. Our three great Allied nations are determined to impose relentless pressure on the brutal enemy from land, sea, and air; this pressure is already increasing.

Li Nan thanked Haozi for his generosity, and just as he was about to turn and leave, he discovered something hanging on the wall of the prefab room.

Xu Feiqiong: Hold on. Nowadays, the self-aggrandizement of our countrymen is world-renowned, and there are countless jokes about people bowing to each other behind closed doors. You don't intend to make me retreat in the face of difficulty, do you, sir?