Chapter 38

Hidden in the shadows, Yin Feng naturally caught sight of Su Ling-shan’s deeply worried expression, and a wave of warmth washed over his heart. He thought to himself that his doting on this ethereal, fairy-like senior sister had not been in vain; the very reason he had traveled thousands of miles to Wolf Horn Valley was his concern that she might have gone there.

"I'll take the subway, then. Bye!" Su Xing-zhi grinned, waving back at Pei Wan-ming as he walked away.

Although the bullying incident this time was fake, certain things that had happened to Xing-zhi in the past were already confirmed, so Zhao Yu-xing did not change his attitude toward Guang Yi-chen in the slightest.

Shen Meng-yao was left speechless by the words of Mo Ting-ye and William. She gently stroked the wedding dress, her heart trembling with profound shock.

Yin Feng’s expression was peculiar as he recalled the black smoke he had seen rising from this place earlier. So, it had actually been blown out by an explosion.

Clearly, entering this cave entrance likely meant facing a grave crisis, where life and death would be uncertain. Yet, remaining in this secret realm was equally unpredictable.

Since such an old monster did not belong to any sect, he naturally yearned for freedom and would not be shackled by others. There was no need to worry about such a person for now.

Huang Kun’s heart skipped a beat. Against the backlight, he couldn't see how many people were coming. If Luo Tong hadn't told him there was backup, he would have truly wanted to hole up and mimic Yang Zhao-long by hiding inside the building.

He had heard from his nephew that those in charge knew every detail of the shameful things he had done over the past few years, and even his protector, Bureau Chief Peng, was being watched. His composure was completely shattered.

Beyond its powerful combat capabilities, the Aegis Gundam’s head-mounted communication systems had been reinforced to serve as a commander’s unit. After its completion in Heliopolis, the machine was seized by ZAFT and piloted by Athrun.

Perhaps it was precisely because everyone understood this that they hurt her so unscrupulously; because no matter how much she was harmed, her pure and benevolent nature, devoid of desire, would always lead her to forgive them with a smile.

Nan Xue-yu was indignant and deliberately stiffened her face. "Whom I meet is my own freedom. Ye, you cannot interfere in my private affairs. Put yourself in my shoes—have I not refrained from prying into yours?" She did not want to be tied down by him just yet, so she would not easily promise him anything, lest her plan for revenge be derailed.

After the palace maids finished dressing her, she was helped out of Wanyue Palace. Bai Zhi was guarding outside and stared at her in wide-eyed astonishment, her face full of shock.

A vengeful smile appeared in Nan Xue-yu’s eyes as she whispered into his ear, "After the golden needle pierces the acupoints, one must not move, or the points where the needles are embedded will become agonizingly painful." She was deliberately torturing him to vent some of the resentment she felt for Brother Mu.

"How did I get here..." Ning Mo sat up, rubbing her throbbing head. She remembered being at the academy just a moment ago—how had she arrived in this strange place in the blink of an eye?

Seeing that Gu Ting had no room to parry, Sun Li-zhe pressed his advantage, lunging forward once more to strike a blow at him. Gu Ting had nowhere to dodge, and since the disparity in power made blocking head-on impossible, he had to use his light-body technique, leaping violently into the air to narrowly evade Sun Li-zhe’s fist.

If his information-gathering skills hadn't been tested time and again without error, Yuan Qing-feng would never have believed that this old man, who looked every bit a cook, was actually a master of the Karma-Seeking Realm.

He knew that the Lost Array needed to be perfected and supplemented, and as the strongest among the few remaining in this Primordial Desolate Realm, he had a duty to protect this place.

Without the Soul-Refining Cauldron, it would be impossible for anyone else to refine pills with the same efficacy as those produced by Yuan Qing-feng.

Knowing full well that the authorities had laid a dragnet along the shore, she had taken the risk of using another boat to distract the officers, secretly covering her own and Mei Shuang’s escape.

Duan Lang had a hearty appetite this morning. After finishing the breakfast He Bi-xiang had prepared for him, he still felt there was room left in his stomach and decided to go out and find something else to eat.

The first to speak was an Nascent Soul elder from the Extreme Sword Sect, who had also entered the Immortal Burial Valley in search of treasure. Knowing that the red silk belonged to Jin Hua, and that Ancestor Jin Hua was very close with Ancestor Wang Ze, he figured that saving this person would earn him a favor from Jin Hua, which would be to his benefit.

A scholar is useless in his prime, while sorrows and joys fade like the Qinhuai River. The honors and disgraces of the past have all vanished, leaving only lingering regrets in the Jiang family mansion.

He paid for his meal calmly and stepped out, heading straight for the bus stop without looking back.

Yes, this accident was primarily a natural disaster. But behind that disaster lay things unknown to the public. Even without this specific calamity, the bus might well have met with some other misfortune.

A peerless beauty with extraordinary movement skills walked directly toward Duan Lang, and without a word, attacked with her sword. Her strikes sealed off Duan Lang’s upper, middle, and lower paths, leaving him nowhere to hide.

The medical examination building was vast and equipped with numerous devices, many of which were comprehensive. The diagnostic equipment here was far more powerful than that found in home medical pods.

In Zhang Chen’s mind, only a recurring image remained—the scene of that heaven-splitting, earth-shattering sword strike he had witnessed within the Xuanyuan Sword.

Looking at Pang Ju-xiu’s face, one could not tell that Dongsheng had already become a company without a backbone, nor could one see any trace of grief; there was only the smile of someone who was highly skilled in social interaction.

That member in an erect state had likely reached the average length for a Chinese man, but the direction was somewhat off.