Chapter 34: The Mere Mention of Song Xixi Made His Blood Boil!

Ye Chunxi sniffled, steadying her emotions. With a touch of bashfulness and a look of lingering nostalgia, she said, "Xixi, do you remember that super popular breakfast spot we went to? We ran into Chang Zaicheng there. I was struck by his looks the moment I saw him; I have absolutely no resistance to guys who are both handsome and refined."

Song Xixi’s heart skipped a beat, and her grip tightened involuntarily on the steering wheel. She certainly remembered that day.

Although she was new to the world of romance, she wasn't entirely naive; she had even watched a few adult films.

Along the road, countless skeletal remains lay scattered and twitching, while a few skulls that had rolled into the sewer were busy arguing over which ribcage belonged to whom.

"Put your clothes on; what if someone wakes up and needs to relieve themselves?" Ziyu said, handing the garments to Di Yunchun.

Early in the morning, Di Yunchun braved the rain to rush toward the town, hoping to follow the Yang Sect disciples to the North Beach. However, word had it that they had departed before dawn, and their tracks were already lost. As the rain intensified, he had no choice but to find a tavern to grab a bite and wait for the weather to clear.

Next, Hong recounted in detail how he had cleared twenty illusionary sea islands in one go, how he had been taken in as a named disciple by the Great Axe, and the secrets of Earth.

She did not want to marry such a man. Had she never seen Huo Yao’s man, perhaps she wouldn't have felt so aggrieved at the prospect of marrying someone like that in the future. But now that she had seen such a man and knew that such a person existed in this world, how could she possibly return to her hometown to marry the likes of those?

The sun was setting, casting long shadows as the evening mist thickened. The wind stirred the green waves, and the red glow of twilight bathed the vast wilderness. After picking and washing a few spirit fruits in the mountains, Mo Fan began his cultivation. He sat as still as a bell with his eyes gently closed, focusing his mind to circulate his internal energy, eventually entering a state of serene meditation where he forgot both himself and the world.

Having endured so many hardships, Xia Feifei had long since seen through human nature and no longer believed that angels truly existed in this world.

To break the awkward silence, after introducing Zhang Shuzhen and Han Mingxiu to his parents, Yuan Zhenxing proceeded to introduce his family members to them.

"Haha, excellent! With nearly five hundred Lords of the Universe in our alliance of six super-powers, plus all of you, the supreme masters of the universe, our chances of winning are great!" the Dream Demon Ancestor laughed.

With a wave of his hand, he used a spell to lift the wedding attire, and in just a moment, he had donned the garment.

It was past closing time for the production crew; they must have assumed everyone had left and cut the power to the entire set, which was why it had become like this.

Shen Zhiqin was a person who disliked trouble. If keeping her mouth shut could avoid complications, she was more than happy to do so.

Liu Mo was extremely displeased with his parents' behavior; he simply demanded a China Card from his family and used the excuse of a graduation trip to leave.

What Su Li did not expect was that Di Lingtian would take her back to the peach blossom grove they had reached after passing through the secret passage. Looking at the still-blooming peach blossoms, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. Then, Di Lingtian handed her a bottle of wine. Su Li reached out and took it.

Mother Su poured in soy sauce and water, letting the fish swim in the savory broth for a while before adding milk. As the sauce thickened, she added seasonings and chopped green onions. It smelled milky, yet the taste was incredibly fresh and savory, packed with collagen—this was Su Li’s favorite dish.

Shen Zhiqin watched as Tang Yinluo emerged from behind a tree, stomping her feet in frustration and boiling with rage.

Listening to Qing Ning’s voice, Su Li waved her hand to signal her to withdraw. Qing Ning bowed and said, "Yes, this subordinate shall take her leave," before stepping back.

After checking the time on his phone, Li Ziyi looked at the trainees, who were on the verge of collapse due to exhaustion, and clapped his hands.

For some reason, Zhang Qilin felt a sense of relief. But how could he explain why he was following him? He had thought there might be a glimmer of hope with Wu Xie, that Wu Xie might remember him, but it seemed Wu Xie had lost his final memories as well.

Although the three of them were only at the eighth level of the Human Origin Realm, even a first-level master of the Earth Transformation Realm could not have defeated them in a single move. Yet, Xiao Wuxie had done exactly that in front of everyone. Did this not mean that Xiao Wuxie’s cultivation was at least beyond the first level of the Earth Transformation Realm?

"A high-grade spirit artifact!" the man from the Tiger Shark Gang chuckled. "The previous fluctuation was nothing like the aura of ordinary artifacts. I’d rather believe this is an object with a special purpose."

One in white robes, one in black, both bore a golden character for "Official" on their chests, filled with the phantom images of giant dragons. The aura of sovereignty over heaven and earth carried the presence of sages—a form of identification that could not be faked. This single character could summon millions of commoners, command an army of one hundred thousand, and requisition vast fortunes.

"Is this a guardian of the obelisk?" Li Yunchen hadn't found any mention of this rock giant in his alchemy studies, and Yasina shook her head, indicating she didn't know either.

The day after his return, Li Yunchen left the tavern to rescue Lanlan from the Qingyuan Sect. To avoid worrying the innkeeper, the three of them left early in the morning, with Li Yunchen leaving behind five thousand gold coins as a token of gratitude.

Mi Dou felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He finally realized where his direction had gone wrong. Coming from the world of mortals, he had no concept of the ranks of spiritual energy; he had subconsciously focused only on ways to endure long kneeling, losing sight of the true path.

Instantly, the pressure exerted by the core disciples of the Feathering Sect—that overwhelming dominance—made the Life and Death Realm experts in their eyes fear even to lift their heads.

To reach that step, one had to be ruthless to the enemy and even more so to oneself. By giving everything and maintaining one’s faith—an eternal, unchanging heart of the Dao—one could strive for greater strength. Only by letting the threat of life and death push you forward could this be achieved; it was a method more effective than any other.

Chen Sheng was stunned. Not just him, but Zhou Da, who was beside Zhou Yu, and Tao Ran, who had arrived earlier, were all staring at Zhou Yu with blank expressions. None of them had expected Zhou Yu to communicate with Chen Sheng in such a manner and tone.

The two green beams of light in front of Zhou Yu had closed in significantly. Although it still seemed difficult to completely crush Zhou Yu's defense, he was undoubtedly at the end of his rope. If a lethal blow were dealt now, even if it didn't kill him, it would certainly leave him severely wounded.

"Hehe, please, sit!" the man in purple robes waved his right hand, and a stone stool slid in front of Ye Qingfeng.

And so, people flocked to the mountain. Yet, the path was high and treacherous; no one had climbed it in decades. But the more difficult it was, the more it piqued curiosity. Finally, one day, a strong man climbed through the clouds, only to discover that after passing through the thick mist, he had only reached the mountainside—and the summit was actually growing toward the sun.

The Demon King waved his hand impatiently. The Seventh Prince was blown back as if by a gale; luckily, he gripped his halberd tightly, preventing himself from being swept away in one strike. Unfazed by the Demon King’s power, he pulled his weapon from the ground and charged forward.