Chapter 38 (Major Revision)

Only Tie Hesheng and Lie Mi did not stop; instead, like Men Luning, they unleashed dark spiritual energy.

After registering, Gu Yuan prepared himself, knowing where his home was and where he resided.

The return gift was so extravagant that the steward suspected there might be a trap.

Shortly after, the group packed their belongings, and then Feng Yihan held Hua Xiyu tightly, rushing urgently toward the post station.

In any case, since these people had just returned, it was impossible for them to know about Erhu, so there was no need to worry at all.

He had indeed guessed that the disappearance of Yue Yehe was likely tied to his second sister-in-law, but he had never expected that even his mother’s death was related to them.

During a rest, Lin Feng had been observing the star map and noticed that the rate at which this star devoured the surrounding stars was slowing down, until eventually, it became completely stationary. The surrounding area was vast and empty, appearing remarkably domineering.

Although the events of the night were perilous, he had temporarily resolved the issue of his supply source and the threat from the Dark Tower.

However, just as the burly man launched another fatal strike against his opponent, the man who had been lying on the ground, seemingly devoid of any power to resist, suddenly extended his legs and kicked the burly man hard in the stomach.

"I just want to live my life peacefully here; I don't want to know about these messy things," Ling Xi said earnestly.

After reporting his name and the purpose of his visit, the guard seemed to have known that Tian Yan would come, leading him directly into the estate.

But it was different; it was merely a surface imitation, lacking the true power of her martial arts technique.

The sound of lightning crackled incessantly, exploding in the sky again and again, making everyone's hearts tremble in rhythm.

Breath suddenly hitched; Gu Jingtong felt her eyes brighten, her gaze fixed intently on the gift box.

It seemed Gu Jingtong had quarreled with her elder brother again. Things were likely even worse this time, as Gu Jingtong seemed to hate her brother with a passion.

"Brother Carter, you were too reckless this time. So much time has passed, and Tianxing still hasn't returned. Although his strength surpasses ours now, he is young and lacks experience; it’s hard to guarantee he is one hundred percent safe."

Cesare was still puzzled; he had felt a cool breeze pass over the back of his neck just a moment ago. Was it just his imagination?

Han Leng had used the Spirit Eye Technique just now, and his suspicion was correct: this Murong Xue possessed the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining and was a genuine immortal cultivator.

He extended his right hand from his wide robe, holding a head-sized bottle, and tossed it to Pompey. Captain Pompey caught the large bottle with ease and turned to hand it over.

Xia Wanwan listened at the door, her heart sinking. She had not expected Guo Dingli to lie, and her doubts about his previous words deepened; however, as people often speak the truth after drinking, what he said just now was likely true.

The details that had never been sorted out in her mind linked together in an instant, leaving her terrified and heartbroken.

Master Chang Ku chanted Buddhist scriptures silently, forming hand seals and gestures, but unfortunately, the three Vajra Guardians remained unmoved.

Even in the daylight, they remained vigorous, their colorful ghostly aura doing nothing to diminish their combat effectiveness.

Where was it? Where was it? She curled her legs, her face twisted in pain. After being drugged into unconsciousness last night, the box had slipped from her hand. She did not know where the box had gone—whether it had been dropped by the roadside near her home or taken by that group of people.

After all, Yang Jian was a brave and resourceful divine general, majestic in appearance, and had never known defeat in his life.

Lin Jian could use a Truth-Seeing Talisman to distinguish between dreams and reality; if he created a scene that was too realistic within someone else's dream, it would only make the other person unable to distinguish between the two.

Since the Qixi Festival, the security of the Prince's Mansion had become increasingly tight. Now, leaving the mansion without causing a stir seemed impossible.

There were two types of shadow guards: one was the true kind—responsible only for killing and not for burial, destined to hide in the shadows, never able to walk in the sunlight.

Stepping into the light, Yuxuan’s weak legs felt involuntarily soft. She stomped her feet in place, steadied herself, and looked up at the sun.

Underfoot, the seemingly green grass was actually countless green venomous snakes. They were currently entwined, appearing to be mating, and he had stepped squarely upon them. Disturbed, they raised their heads in unison to look at him.

Once everything was packed, it was already dawn. My master was full of vigor and elegance, completely ignoring my panda eyes as he pulled me toward Hanxiang Mountain.

Ye Qinglan could not help but feel puzzled; she did not move her feet but instead turned to ask the boy in green.

Ziyu’s eyes darted around twice. If she went to Shengjing with Beiming Changfeng, the risk of her identity being exposed would be far too great.

Just as the old man finished sighing, he suddenly looked up, astonished to find that Lei Sheng had returned, calmly floating in the air before him.

"You wanted me to play chess with you, but you brought me into this world of the chessboard. Don't think I don't know what this place is. Let me tell you, I have known for a long time!" Mu Yun said, appearing indignant.