Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Unfaithful Man

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"Sending them out now," Jiang Rui said as she caught the message. Without delay, she tossed out a lucky bag.

His subordinate officers were startled by this sight, for the laughter sounded utterly tragic.

That year, she had just joined the Lingxiao Palace. The position of Sweeping Immortal was relatively leisurely, giving her plenty of time to roam. Consequently, she spent most of her time playing in other palaces and rarely stayed home.

Ye Lan's words made Chen Bei feel a bit bashful. He stepped forward and pulled Ye Lan into an embrace.

At the mere mention of Chen Bei, Bai Zhanhao’s temper flared. Gritting his teeth, he spoke with an expression that suggested he would love to take a bite out of someone.

When Qingwu regained consciousness, she was already at a secret base of the Mo family, and it was the early morning of the following day.

In short, the common folk were speculating, the newspapers were speculating, and the reporters on the scene were busy transmitting the news.

If he hadn't mastered the True Meaning of the Killing Dao and the Mind's Eye, he would have surely perished there.

Li Heng felt like crying. How did he end up running into such a reckless fool? In Nantian City, when had his and his father's reputation ever been so disregarded?

Baekhyun chased desperately from behind, but because Bian Shengyi’s supernatural ability was so powerful when used for escape, he could not catch up no matter what.

Liu Li watched as Chen Bei followed right behind Bai Linglong, heading upstairs. She then glanced at the Shen family members standing at the doorway.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed. On this day, the purple radiance within the Thunder Pond finally dissipated. A hundred figures leaped into the sky like a rainbow, landing steadily before the Thunder Sage and the others.

Although his strength was indeed formidable today, and he was a renowned existence throughout the Nine Provinces.

Therefore, Li Chunfeng was not in seclusion to heal his wounds, but rather preparing to project his soul. However, attempting to project his Yang Spirit with a body and mind ravaged by poison was tantamount to suicide. That was why he had asked Fang Yan to take him to the Cliff of Contemplation; only by waiting for Yuan Shoucheng to find a way could he help someone whose physical body had been completely destroyed by toxins to project his soul.

Ke Yiyao felt that Qiu Ruoqian was truly remarkable. He was like a mentor for her life, teaching her many principles along the path of her confusion.

An Moxi gave a small smile. How had she become so sentimental at her core? It didn't even feel like her! She really disliked this overly emotional side of herself.

The sound of the demons slamming against the gate grew louder and louder. The furniture and other items used to barricade the entrance shook, emitting a cacophony of noise. The two remained deathly quiet, listening only to the sounds of the demons battering the door.

To protect the Holy Mountain, the believers remained brimming with spirit, brandishing all manner of weapons against the undead. The undead possessed immense strength, and their rot-wood-like bodies could effectively trap weapons; often, once a believer struck, their weapon would be wrenched from their grasp. Even so, the believers did not retreat, fighting relentlessly with fists and kicks.

Ye Xinyu let out a huff, straightened the slit of her gown, and wandered around the venue, looking utterly enchanting.

In the sky, ice spears as thick as an arm began to condense. Reflected off the ice, the white moonlight appeared razor-sharp.

Chairman Liu said triumphantly, "Mr. Ye, I imagine you didn't expect this, did you? Director Lucas only just agreed to this recently."

As the owner of the painting, Master Wangji naturally understood the implications of this act—it meant that Chen Sanlang had destroyed his magical artifact.

Fu Yidao no longer knew what to say. He felt his vision go dark and collapsed straight to the ground.

After a day and a night, the chaos on the streets of Tokyo had not subsided; on the contrary, it showed signs of spreading further.