Chapter 55

In the past, he would not have even glanced at her before turning to leave. With their marriage all but settled, of course he was willing! But after the incident with Madam Duanmu, he looked at her now as she desperately sought his validation to regain her courage.

In less than two hours, the two of them had everything sorted out, and Master Lin had drawn up four identical sets of detailed construction blueprints.

Gou Liang rolled away trying to make his escape, but Old Bear snatched her back in a single move. Turning his attention to Shen Yucheng, since she was too soiled to eat and ruined beyond consumption, he would just have to eat her instead—starting with her arm.

After dozens of days, a fine, handsome young man had tortured himself into a ghost-like state of neither human nor demon. Hua Feiye was implicated and exhausted along with him, not only losing weight visibly day by day, but also worrying that the dark fox would suddenly lose his mind one day and do something foolish.

"What is my father trying to do?" Mo Baiye asked indifferently. An Youwan shrank behind Mo Baiye, clinging to him like a drowning person clutching a straw of hope, refusing to come out no matter what.

Chu Yunyi lowered his head, his gaze meeting her expressive and crafty brows. Stirred by a sudden impulse, he gently pressed his lips upon them.

Today concerned the very survival of the Peak of Spiritual Return. If they were to act on impulse and emotion just as Chu Yichen said, the martial arts world's awe-inspiring Peak of Spiritual Return would likely perish from this day forth.

"You—?" The Fourth Prince's Consort abruptly turned her head to look at Yu Danqing, her eyes filled with panic, while a rigid arc still lingered at the corners of her lips, looking both comical and awkward.

Murong Ru took out her handkerchief and began to carefully wipe the Changhong Sword. Once the dust on the surface was cleaned away, it was indeed still her beautiful girl, and she could not help hugging the sword a little tighter.

Luo Youge was consumed by fury and struck out with a slap. Being utterly weak, the force behind the blow was negligible, feeling like nothing more than a tickle to Tumi. Tumi silently endured it, her face devoid of any displeasure, though a trace of imperceptible helplessness and bitterness lingered between her brows.

Taking advantage of this opening, the old immortal abruptly dropped to the ground and shouted fiercely, "Ninth Form of the Drifting Rain Sword Technique—Overturning Rain and Flipping Clouds!" In an instant, the Autumnal Sound sword flashed with a myriad beams of blood-red light, dying the entire sky a crimson hue, resembling a purgatory on earth, drenched entirely in blood.

However, relying solely on these two main combat vessel classes and a handful of auxiliary ships was utterly impossible to fend off the Zerg army. The Terrans' trump card remained those two hundred and forty iron spheres capable of three-hundred-and-sixty-degree continuous rotation and energy-convergence cannon fire.

Zhang Yimu roared again with extreme reluctance, "Juzhi, Professor Toshio! I think you'd better go and meet our King of Hell first! He's waiting for you right now! Of course, and for them too!" With that, Zhang Yimu pointed behind the professor.

"General Ba, I have some items here that can prove the identity of my party. I wonder if the General would care to take a look?" Wang Zhu vaulted down from his horse, lowered his waist, and spoke with lowered head before Bayuzan's mount.

"Go? How can I not go and buy some things?" Shi Qing gritted his teeth. Why wouldn't he go? Right now, the Huang Group was eyeing them like a tiger eyeing its prey, and Panshi's capital fell far short of the Huang Group's, let alone when factoring in the alliance they had pulled together. Throwing an egg against a rock required courage, but overestimating one's strength was sheer stupidity.

He had no idea what this Imperial Preceptor had in mind; why on earth did he suddenly fix his sights on her? Besides, what she studied was fortune-telling and divining bamboo slips, not alchemy of any sort!

"I am quite leisurely right now; you can see that I can do whatever I please." A helpless undertone laced Fugui's smile. Ma Lixin knew his situation all too well—his wife nagged at him at home, saying, "You've got it good now, you're free and easy, but we're the ones who aren't. If you were still the way you used to be, we'd at least carry you on our shoulders."

"Once it's done, hand it over to me. If you don't, I'll go back on my word. By then, the conditions will..." Liu Shasha dragged out her tone in a threat.

She hurriedly hopped out of the carriage, and upon gazing at those familiar gates, her eyes could not help but grow moist.

"Fine then, just don't go making up excuses to back out later." Li Jinglan had only been on the job for a few days and was terrified of violating company rules, so their conversation came to an abrupt end.

Is that so? Perhaps this simple yet cold reason could allow Jielian's heavy heart to finally settle. That's right, this man was like flint exposed to raging flames, hard as iron—how could he ever be melted by ice water?

Suspended in the air just below Nangong Changfang's altitude, Zhong Xingyun had also just used his sword Qi to shatter the two ice cones that had been hurtling toward himself and Xinyi respectively.

When the thousand-zhang phantom of the Dragon Soul appeared in the sky ten thousand feet high, the shock and terror gripping the hearts of both Xu Hong and Yueting were beyond measure.

"It's too late!" A frantic cry rang out beside his ear. The old monk suddenly lashed out with a blade, the sparks generated from the impact leaping within the halos of light. The iron chain snapped cleanly in two beneath the blade and plummeted into the void.

The Japanese soldiers approached from both the east and west, converging here. Upon seeing the corpses of their own men everywhere, they flew into a blind fury and pursued without a second thought.

Yet that was entirely normal. Anyone locked away for nearly five hundred years would hardly feel cheerful; occasionally venting by destroying toys was the mildest of options.

Chiyan's face was dripping with sweat. That soul-deep terror left him nowhere to hide, prompting him to pull out a golden suit of armor to shield himself in front of him.

However, one must never judge anything solely by its appearance. He remembered when they were first at Qingzhou City, the idyllic scenery had given them that exact same impression at first, but later on, they realized that Qingzhou City was merely jade on the outside while rotting within.

"Alright, my wealthy golden miss, your brother already told me all about your affairs just now. Isn't it just failing to marry the one you love? There will still be opportunities in the future," Du Yuancheng said with a hearty laugh.