Volume 1, Chapter 32: Carrying His Child

Bang!

The medicine bottle slipped from her fingertips.

Li Lan picked it up and feigned relief as if nothing had happened.

“How wonderful. He’s dead. No one can trap me anymore.”

Gesa said, “The king was highly skilled in martial arts. If he had been alone at the time, the Hundred-Flower Snake couldn’t have harmed him.”

In other words, the king had been wounded while saving her.

Li Lan averted her gaze.

When they returned to Rift Sky City with Leng Jianfeng, Yan Kai was still somewhat dazed. He had fully prepared for a fierce battle but was surprised that it ended after just one shot.

However, this kind of delaying tactic clearly couldn’t last long. It was like a flea relying on agility and dodging—no matter how nimble, it could never match an elephant.

Yan Kai was skeptical. If it was truly so formidable, how could the Extreme Refining Hall still be ranked last?

Secondly, Uchiha Shisui belonged to Konoha. He had devoted himself to reconciling the conflict between the Uchiha clan and Konoha. To Chu Yun, this was unrealistic. What Chu Yun desired was power loyal only to himself.

Xia Mengyou couldn’t help but be curious. Who was this person that could change Liu Yaoxi so profoundly? Even though Liu Yaoxi smiled, Xia Mengyou could sense an unfamiliar emotion beneath it—a feeling she’d never encountered before, which only deepened her curiosity.

Shikamaru asked every question—those that should be asked and those that shouldn’t—and after that, the others no longer had any doubts.

As Chu Yun spoke, he felt the space around him warp. Moments later, he reappeared at home.

The Blood Sect, located in Fengzhou at the westernmost edge of the Eastern Domain, controlled more than half of the underworld in the entire Eastern Domain. Its scale was enormous, truly the undisputed underground king.

“Minister Zhong, no need to belittle yourself. This matter must be handled by you!” Wang Jiaping was determined to make Zhong Nan take the challenge.

The refined demonic energy gathered in his raised hand, controlled by his spiritual power, forming a formation for the Condensed Fireball Technique.

As everyone was gossiping about the great deity’s love life, a deafening explosion rang out from Zhixing Mountain. The entire mountain split in two, and a gigantic crescent moon, as tall as thirty stories, stood upright between the two halves.

For a time, the world buzzed with all kinds of talk—reflections on the game’s changes over the year and so forth. Tang Qian paid no mind to these, or rather, she had never opened the world chat channel. Only the system announcements flickered at the center of her screen, visible even when the channel was closed.

“Really? Do you think I’m pretty? Am I beautiful? Would you like me?” she asked me eagerly.

Old Lin? Li Sen? Who were they? Why were they waiting for me? I remained silent.

Jin Bei’er’s face shifted between pale and flushed. At this moment, she was truly speechless, only able to endure the torment.

“Ying’er, I just gave you a welcoming gift. Aren’t you going to return one to me now?” Zang Shiming said seriously.

She heard everything clearly from the side. Of course, she couldn’t let Cheng Yuhan and Mo Jingran grow closer.

Boom! The boulders shattered into pieces. After the mountain was blasted open, light poured through! We ran out like mad, but just as we escaped, a huge boulder collapsed, sealing the exit behind us.

The villagers had no idea what had happened. They sent someone to report to the authorities in Chaos City, claiming a monster had appeared. Officials came to investigate the back mountain but never returned. At that point, the villagers realized they were trapped; no one could leave the village, and no one from outside could enter.

On the surface, Huang Zhiping and Wang Chen seemed like worlds apart; internally, they were just as different. Yet neither truly understood Wang Chen’s inner self. So everyone around waited to see how Wang Chen would be taught a lesson.