40. Chapter 40 (Major Revision)

Zhang Kun arrived at just the right time. Uncle Li happened to be home, and upon seeing Zhang Kun, he was momentarily stunned before recalling his identity and welcoming him inside with a look of realization.

In his mind, his only opponent in the entire Duanyun Mountain Tournament was himself.

"Yay, thank you, Uncle! You're the best!" Li Siyi immediately beamed with joy. Exclaiming excitedly, she flew toward Zhang Kun and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Go to hell!" As soon as he entered, Chen Huan kicked him hard, only to be held back by Wan Er, who was following behind.

Min Xueqing, following Xu Liulong's instructions, moved to the bedside to touch the vital acupuncture points on Zhong Xinqi's body, channeling her own internal energy to assess her condition. Gongsun Cangming stopped bickering with Xu Yunlong, instead watching Zhong Xinqi with a solemn expression.

Finishing his last sentence with a hint of nervousness, Zhang Kun hung up the phone. The faint smile on his face vanished instantly. He tucked the phone away and, without another word, gripped the throttle hard, sending his motorcycle roaring forward once more.

Under the moonlit, windy night, Yan Fei used his void concealment skill to sneak into Isabelle's manor. Passing through the garden and entering the villa, he paused for a moment before heading straight for her bedroom.

Dao Yi cast one last deep, complex look at Lin Shuo before turning to leave.

For him, participating in the Duanyun Mountain Tournament was all about meeting the geniuses of Duanyun Mountain.

He had never expected that what should have been a one-sided crushing victory would end in a way that defied everyone's expectations.

Her efforts to please Han Bing were, arguably, under orders from Zuo Yusong to lure him to his death. But as for Zhao Zhan, she had been intimate with him for over a month.

The mist ahead grew thicker, obscuring everything. Only the sound of footsteps behind him assured Chu Tian that Guan Lingda and the others were still alive.

The Jinx on the opposing team had been low on health. If that loose cannon had stepped forward just a little further, greedily trying to help her teammates take down his jungler Graves, he could have used his Flash to close the distance and finish her off with two quick auto-attacks for a counter-kill.

In the chaos on the city walls, Wei Jiyan and Luo Shishang led the Wolf Cavalry Battalion and the Vanguard of the Flying Tiger Battalion, gradually arriving at the North Gate.

If he were truly that skilled, he would have joined a professional league long ago. Why would he bother playing in this city-level tournament, which was nothing more than child's play compared to the pros?

"This old servant believes it is because the wars with the Northern Rong have ceased, the people live in peace and contentment, the regions are secure, and the court is stable, leaving the officials with little of importance to report," Zheng Yong began, reciting the usual sycophantic praise.

In the past, their ancestors could travel through the Earth to reach other worlds in search of opportunities. Even with only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, by scouring the myriad realms, that sliver of hope could eventually be found.

Between the three women, Long Bufan sat with his eyes tightly shut. His skin began to fester, and chunks of flesh fell away at a visible rate. In many places, his white bones were exposed, yet they emitted a faint glow.

As Jiao Zhongde recalled Jiao Yingnan, an inexplicable resentment welled up in his heart. He now felt like laughing out loud.

Of course, the Great Song Dynasty’s way of governing was perplexing. The wealthiest nation in the world was conquered by a nomadic tribe that lived by eating raw meat and blood. While the Mongol cavalry's tactics were indeed the most advanced at the time, it was directly related to the Great Song's severe distrust of its own military.

As for Xue Ru, she agreed with the first half of Li Changfeng's statement. After all, with Zhang Yang's immense talent, it was only right that his cultivation was constantly improving.

"Although Feng Xian lacks divine blood, her talent is peerless—truly shocking and incomparable!" Old God Feng Ting recalled with a look of awe.

After flying out of the medical hall, the figure stopped above a residence across the street, staring intently downward.

"Generals, the Song army has been intimidating us for three days. Their encirclement without attack is more than just harassment; they hope to strike fear into our soldiers so that they might be defeated without the enemy firing a single cannonball."

Many others were killed by demonic beasts the moment they appeared in the secret realm, never even knowing how they died.

"Boss, if it really comes down to it, why don't you just give in to him..." Liu San'er pulled Liu Ying aside and teased me.

She couldn't stand it, so these past few days she hadn't been looking forward to her first outing with Xiang Wei. Instead, whenever she thought of this, she would laugh for the whole day, as if she were living just for this one joke.

The farmer looked at the scale of my shop and, hearing that I was Lin Zhe's boss, skeptically revealed a corner of the wrapped item to show me.

Looking out, there was an endless stretch of white snow. In the twenty-first century, she had never truly been able to appreciate such scenery.

Dong Baixue's tongue lolled out, her hands flailing against Fu Yuanye's arm. Her face turned bright red, and beyond a few gasping sounds, she could not speak at all.

In the desolate, grass-grown graveyard, late at night, the cold crows cawed incessantly. Moonlight shone coldly on the frigid tombstones, illuminating those two striking characters. The crunching of dry grass underfoot sounded exactly like the footsteps of death.

Spiritual patterns gathered at Cai Yun's fingertips, transforming into two blades of light that she slashed toward the two elders.