Volume 1, Chapter 33: My Woman Says No Forgiveness

Baoqin sniffled, a plan already taking shape in her mind.

Across the vast, snow-white expanse, the previous silence was suddenly shattered by a cheer that reached the heavens.

"The Great King has awakened!"

As Li Lan trekked through the snow, two barbarians seized her and dragged her into a tent.

"Your man isn't dead yet, and you’re already planning to run?" the grassland king, newly recovered from his long illness, locked his deep, piercing gaze upon her.

Li Lan was struck speechless.

"Prepare for battle. A terrifying force has arrived from the west; we can no longer hold the Clinic." Shui Yunzi was the first to sense the events unfolding in the East Sea. Unaware that the intruder was Guo Huai, he immediately issued orders to everyone at the Clinic.

"A quick visit to the places he mentioned will make things clear. If those are truly the sites where the Great Demon was sealed, then the Desire Demon spoke the truth. Yet, I keep wondering, why are the Demon clans so confident?" Guo Huai murmured softly.

After all, though the Biyuan Divine Beast had left Wood Island, it remained within the sea market. If they ever hoped to leverage its strength again, relying on its centuries-old connection with the Jinghai Association, they would require Chu Yuan—the only translator capable of communicating with the beast—to serve as the bridge.

Seeing this, Qingrou grew anxious. Suddenly recalling something, she reined in Chaoying and flew toward Mount Yuluo.

The Grandmaster saw the massive sword hanging above him and, seized by terror, attempted to shift his position.

Outside the door lay a courtyard featuring a single peach tree. The Qionghua Immortal Mountain was rich with spiritual energy, and the flora here was surely imbued with great vitality. Though it was early winter, the peach tree remained lush and full, its branches heavy with delicate, pink blossoms.

Among the four, only Liu Qingfeng was well-acquainted with Chu Yuan. The other three—Song Siyu and her companions—were filled with curiosity about him. Upon learning his true identity, they felt a sense of defiance and an urge to test their mettle against him.

Hearing this, my eyes dimmed, and I remained silent for a long time. He treated me with a heart of pure sincerity, yet my own heart belonged to another, and I had never given him a single thought. This chasm between us was something I could neither bridge nor reconcile.

Zhang Chuhan did not ask why. As long as it was Tian Chuan seeking her, she never questioned the reason.

Therefore, during the busy farming season, every household required meat at all three meals to ensure they had the strength to work, racing to gather the harvest before the weather turned.

Even from countless miles away, Mu Fan could sense that earth-shaking momentum. He was secretly shocked; just what kind of power did that Wuming Vine possess?

As the culprit, Ding Yang remained oblivious. His frantic assault had truly been an experiment to see which methods were most effective. Only when he regained his senses did he notice the strange atmosphere around him. Frowning as he glanced at Dongfang Lin, he realized his actions had been far too manic.

The new format and rules were like a potent stimulant injected into the stagnant competitive landscape of League of Legends. The six teams in the Olympic finals represented the six top nations of the world, gathering the most elite players across the globe.

Ziyang feared that Su Rui, out of a desire to look after him, would assign him an easy job that paid a salary for no work. He could not bring himself to reap where he had not sown—where would he hide his face in the future? He would rather be hauling bricks at a construction site.

He did not lack shrewdness or loyalty; Hall simply wanted to see if he had the courage to face the enemy. If he possessed only the former, Olade would be relegated to the role of a servant or steward.

Before he could say another word, a sharp, violent pain struck his back, and he immediately followed his master, Si Yao, into death.

In Linzi, Qi, Tian Rong wore a cold smile. He had expected Xiang Yu to suppress him; he had known it since Xiang Yu’s stunning victory at the Battle of Julu. Yet, to be excluded from the enfeoffment was inevitably galling, especially since he, too, had stood alone against Zhang Han for so long.