Chapter 37

"Brother Ao?" Zhao Ya, who had just witnessed the scene, was initially stunned, but upon seeing Ao Hua—who possessed a cultivation level identical to the demonic beast—nearly killed in a single strike, she was left completely bewildered.

The three combat mechs on the volcanic island regrouped, marching with arrogant, heavy strides toward the center of the island.

Hearing his words, I felt as though I had fallen into a trap; I could neither see who had designed it nor fathom what the architect intended to do with me.

A gentle breeze wafted by, lifting the hem of my skirt with a soft rustle. My hair had likely come loose, and as the wind whipped it across my face, I walked while listening to that melody, which sounded like a lingering, mournful complaint, and felt a matching sorrow rise within my heart.

Pulled by Sister Wang, Xu Lang stumbled backward, nearly falling after a few unsteady steps. "Damn it! You old hag! Don't you know how light I am? Can't you be a bit more gentle?"

"Qianqian, hasn't the Jade Seal already been destroyed by you? Even if it contained some monumental secret, it is useless now. As for my true identity, as long as you are willing to come with me, you will naturally find out," Long Jie’s tone held a hint of pleading.

"What?" Everyone looked at Ao Hua in shock, shifting their gazes from him to Qin Yan.

Although Xia Xun did not care about such things, Yi Duanmei had to; thus, he had to completely seal off the news.

Li Tianxiu blushed slightly with pleasure, though her expression remained unnatural, as this chicken had been prepared by Yan Xiuhua before she had returned home to change.

Although the Sisili tribe were nomads, they had established a settlement beneath the lush Langge Mountains, where the elderly and children remained. They could also grow a type of millet beneath the mountains, which served as one of their staples.

A week later, Xiao Baozhu went to register at school and took the opportunity to check on her new house. In just a few days, the renovations had been completed using high-end, eco-friendly materials, so there was no need to worry about formaldehyde. Even so, Xiao Baozhu planned to move her belongings in first and wait two months before actually living there.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Beicheng and Xia Zhi took their children to visit the Xia family, only to find the gates locked tight.

"Jiuer, is your sister still in the Imperial Capital?" Elder Jing was as sharp as ever, leaning on his cane, his aged eyes flashing with a piercing light.

By the Nascent Soul stage, one usually utilizes supreme-grade magical artifacts. Yet, this person used only a high-grade artifact; no wonder he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, had resorted to robbing Hao Bai—he was simply too poor.

As the storm approached, he merely swung his halberd twice, cleaving the tempest into sections, which dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

Knowing it was Geng Haoshi calling him, Zhu Di realized Geng must have run to the basket again.

"I am determined to protect this person!" Both men knew exactly who they were referring to, and Xilin Mingqi stepped closer, his gaze burning and resolute.

Furthermore, Mistress Tanyun had surely been abducted to the Demon Heaven Fortress. It was a long journey, and any rescue mission required careful deliberation to devise a safe and reliable plan.

"That's enough, you go out first; I have something to discuss with Brother Wang," Zhang Ning said, casting a gentle look at Sister Dan.

Seeing all of this, I truly did not know where to begin. At a glance, there were at least ten thousand people in the park, and everywhere one looked, there were individuals limping or moving with great difficulty.

Glancing again at Qi Wangwan, who seemed completely detached and unaware of what was happening, his eyes surged with coldness.

The voice fell, and the man arrived. A middle-aged man so handsome that all men under heaven would feel ashamed by comparison walked into the office in a simple cyan robe. His presence was imposing; it was none other than the current Prime Minister of the Great Song.

Perkins had an incredible physique, somewhat like O'Neal's, but his skill was relatively average. Beyond his excellent rebounding and rim protection, there was nothing else worth mentioning.

The events of today had dealt him many shocks. Living in this world, he discovered that many things were, unknowingly, gravitating toward him.

On September 1st, the weather was fine—clear skies, no rain, and not a cloud in sight. Zheng Peng led his procession back to Chang'an, bidding farewell to Guo Ziyi at the East Gate of Lhasa.

The offense failed to materialize, missing shots repeatedly while defended by Schroeder, and the defense was equally poor, allowing Schroeder to score repeatedly in one-on-one plays.

As she drifted through her thoughts, she suddenly felt her cold hand wrapped in warmth. Turning her head, she saw it was Mo Qi’s hand—despite having been soaked in water, his skin remained warm, making her instinctively want to pull away, yet she found she could not bear to let go.

The Anxi Protectorate was able to survive and thrive between the Tang Empire and the Tibetan Empire largely thanks to Khan Anlu; it was no surprise that the imperial court valued him so highly.

Thus, Elder Xu’s arrangements were not merely to alleviate the current tension for his grandson.

This trip to Chang'an to meet the Emperor was significant, as the Great Tang was a nation of etiquette where every gesture held unique meaning. Especially on occasions like a farewell, the political implications were pronounced.

As time ticked by, finally reaching two o'clock, the fake Taoist stepped up to the altar, his expression solemn as he began to chant and perform his ritual.

This voice sounded as if it were right before one's eyes, yet simultaneously thousands of miles away, which made Qing Feng secretly marvel at the man's profound cultivation.

Su Tang pondered for a moment. From the memories of the Sixth Prince, Gongfu, he sought out a dashing and handsome young man, but looking around, he saw only beggars, each filthier than the last, some with weeds growing from their hair, making it impossible to find the person.

O'Neal held no respect for ninjutsu, believing that European ancient martial arts were far superior to such underhanded, stealthy arts.

"Whether we make it in time or not, the Master has already gone, and we must follow," Lei Nu declared.

Since this place was hailed as having the best underwater scenery in the world, almost everyone who came here chose to go scuba diving.

Red Dragon Daoist, Xiao Wuji, and the others looked pale and breathless. Although they did not want to admit it, the Supreme Emperor was right: they were indeed old, their vitality no longer as vigorous as in their youth, and their lives were nearing their end. Having fought the Supreme Emperor until now, they were already exhausted, their oil lamps burning dry, and death was not far off.

Daoist patterns surged within Xuan Wuxie’s body, constantly interlinking and repairing his physical injuries and damaged patterns.

Powerhouses from the two great universes often came to collect Primordial Violet Qi to forge treasures. Occasionally, gods and demons from the Myriad Worlds would clash with those from Hell, and sometimes even higher beings—True Gods and God Lords—would arrive here, seeking the opportunity to break through to the next level.