39. The Villainous Couple

"Young leader, you must find a way to save Fang Leiting. He is a great hero of our Leize. Fang Shan, you scoundrel, to think you would harm your own ancestor so cruelly!" The members of the Elder Council hurriedly bowed to Cang Jianshi, and Lei Lin bowed repeatedly as well.

"This guy must be an expert. I should go in there and get a haircut or something; I’m standing out way too much," Lu Yun muttered to himself before ducking into the barbershop.

Ning Yue’s expression shifted into one of sudden realization. With a flick of his palm, several jade slips appeared in his hand. He channeled his soul energy into them, carving an ancient technique into the stone. In moments, Ning Yue withdrew his energy, and the slips took flight, drifting into the hands of Zi Qi and the others.

That powerful aura remained etched in the mind of Emperor Che. He felt that if this person wanted to kill him, it would be no difficult task. How long had it been? Not since he became the Great Emperor of the North had he experienced such a feeling, yet here it was again.

Lu Yun, sitting cross-legged in his room, felt all of this with perfect clarity. The powers of hope and despair—things that should only exist in the ancient era—were actually appearing here. He was a fish, yet he was not a fish. Having endured countless cycles of reincarnation, perhaps the fish had truly returned.

"I am a guest of the Divine Thunder Department and am not under its jurisdiction. Your young leader is quite impressive; despite his youth, he has already reached the third tier of the Taishi Realm," Cang Jianshi said, turning his gaze away to speak to Feng Ling.

In the void before the two, flashes of light flickered intermittently, and waves of a strange energy permeated the surroundings.

Suddenly, a golden radiance flickered. A god-race commander clad in golden armor manifested from the light, standing silently and motionless beside Wei Feng’s corpse.

Mu Sen felt his task of last-minute preparation was complete; it was time to trigger his side quest: saying goodbye.

Whether in the past or the present, it seemed that no secret of his could ever hide from those burning, clear eyes.

Therefore, they had no choice but to follow the stairs. No one dared to leap off directly to test if they could avoid being dashed to death.

Though Qian Xian’er was not exactly beautiful, her skin was very fair. As they say, fairness hides a hundred flaws, so her appearance was acceptable, but Gu Qianyu simply could not stand her affected, coy mannerisms.

***

When Su Xiao Ke received the message sent by Liao Yuchen, she was in the embroidery workshop, reviewing account books with the old woman who was impersonating her mother.

Even if Ai Suixin did not explicitly mention that Xu Mengyao had a wicked side, or emphasize that she was not perfect, after her story, everyone would naturally lean toward that conclusion.

Scanning the area, Chi Huo’s gaze finally fell upon the people from the Misty Immortal Sect, then shifted to Dugu Xue, who had once again transformed into an ugly hag.

The two smiled at each other and bowed in farewell. Escorted by dozens of immortal cranes, Master Han Yu led his disciples as they flew toward Linghan Peak.

The meaning of the three was clear: as long as Qiu Ze could not be found, they had not lost. Qiu Ze himself did not seem to have any intention of climbing the tree to retrieve the Dragon Flame Fruit; his eyes stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Gu Yuqiao was frantic, desperate to treat her mother, but when everyone saw the dire state of Lu Manjing, they hurriedly pulled Gu Yuqiao away.

With a muffled thud, the originally spherical ball of sand suddenly expanded, causing the hearts of all the sand-ninjas watching the battle to leap into their throats.

At this moment, twenty seconds remained. Many were even staring at the watches in their hands, counting down in silence.

"Yan? A decent name. I used it before, but now I am called Ming Xuan!" That single sentence shattered the last glimmer of hope in Wu You’s heart.

"It’s just dinner, why would I try to trick you?" Shen Shiman said, not waiting for Lin Yi’s reply as she pulled him to an empty seat on the side of the street.

After unleashing his ultimate technique, even with cultivation as profound as Huo Qubing’s, his face turned pale and his chest heaved rapidly.

The driver thought for a moment and said, "Fine, then I’ll trouble this young man. But it’s the middle of the night—it’s best to drive slowly." With that, he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

***

Shuang’er turned her head to look at Wang Jun, just in time to meet his sharp, piercing gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. She had heard of his martial prowess; as Shen Yunxi had said, she was no match for him.

Haotian spoke, and Asuna and Lisbeth nodded in agreement. Now that they had joined Haotian’s party, naturally, everything would be decided by him.

Su Qianmo was baffled by Lin Yi’s question. "You just untied my hair knot; I praised you a couple of times, and you’re already getting cocky? You want me to praise you a second time?"

Xi Ruoshui did not move, her eyes fixed on Su Yi and the other two. The three of them watched Xi Ruoshui in turn. Seeing that she did not strike, they remained still as well.

Lan Xue’er’s beautiful eyes watched Ye Tian, a faint smile on her lips, her face slightly flushed. To have such a brief moment of time with Ye Tian was quite nice.

"It’s also a fake. I bought it at the Diannan wholesale market for three hundred yuan," Old Cat said with a mournful face.

Watching this, the disciples could not help but whisper among themselves. Gao Jianli and the others ignored the discussions of the Mohist disciples entirely, walking directly up to Tianming.

Louis pushed the dagger forward with all his might, but those two centimeters felt like an unbridgeable chasm; no matter how he struggled, he could not drive it home.

However, as the leader of the Philip Army, he knew too well that special forces like the Hidden Dragons could not be dealt with by ordinary troops, for they did not fight conventional, positional wars.

Zhou Shuangqing could clearly feel herself losing weight every second, and what was most precious was that her body showed no signs of illness; she did not even feel weak.