Chapter 35: Blatant Favoritism

Song Qiao had initially assumed that Mu Yi was merely making excuses to avoid Shen Ruoxi. To her surprise, he was truly in no hurry, taking her on a leisurely stroll through the streets.

From dawn until dusk, they dined at a local tavern. While it was certainly better to be out enjoying a change of scenery than cooped up in the manor, how could Song Qiao’s heart feel light in the presence of Mu Yi?

"Last time..."

"I have a thousand ways to torment a person." These were the boastful words Huagu had uttered with absolute certainty, and facts proved he had not been exaggerating. The dark, desolate void within his heart allowed him to inflict wounds far deeper than any blade or spear, without even needing to resort to physical force.

After speaking, Li Ling walked quietly to Zhen Yuanzhai’s side, poured himself a pot of wine, and then retrieved a vintage treasure from his spatial ring—the fine wine cherished by Feng Xian.

Nangong Changfeng recalled how Mo Tucheng had fought with all his might in the air above the Wind and Snow Pavilion. When Mo Tucheng was ultimately defeated, he had faced death with the same fearless resolve. This had earned him Nangong Changfeng’s deep respect, and seeing such heroism and generosity once more, Nangong was filled with profound emotion.

"Now! Strike!" Lei Hu seized the moment and roared. Enveloped in white light, he gripped the Great God-Slaying Axe and charged forward.

"Ancestor, how could you just vanish like that?" Du Yuancheng conversed with Feitian, yet he noticed that Mo Qingye, standing beside him, remained completely unaware, as if he could not hear Feitian’s voice at all.

One must understand that when facing such an opponent, it is best to maintain distance or wait for them to reveal a flaw before attacking; otherwise, it is far too easy to be captured.

When the sword’s edge touched the barrier, it rippled like water before finally being pierced, creating an opening.

Nangong Changfeng had not expected to echo the Sect Leader’s own words. Fearing that the Sect Leader might see through his identity, he immediately lowered his head and remained silent.

Xing Yi looked at Huan Hu with satisfaction, then turned to set the leg bone of the unconscious Chen Xi. He used soul power to staunch the bleeding, then asked in a low voice, "Do you know of that Cold Spring?"

Xing Yi forced a bitter smile. Unable to vent his frustration, he replied earnestly, "In the world of cultivation, seniority is determined by ability. No matter how you view yourself, Senior, I will always honor you as my elder."

The aura exuded by these warriors in white armor was at least that of a Saint Master level powerhouse.

Even without drastic ups and downs, a person’s temperament changes slowly over time. Tong Shuya’s move from the Federation to Luomen, while not a total life-altering event, at least represented a massive shift in her living environment.

Although gladiators were forbidden from betting or interacting with one another, the arena would notify all fighters of the daily results so they could prepare themselves mentally.

He vaguely sensed a powerful aura fluctuating from one of the experts among the Seven Great Clans.

Shangguan rarely spoke, but he spoke now, his tone brooks no argument. I glanced at him sideways, sensing that his patience was wearing thin.

Furthermore, to what terrifying degree did the strength of this Beast King reach? Could it be beyond the Qi Refining Stage, or perhaps an even higher realm?

Upon hearing Tang Yi’s words, everyone present—the three special envoys, the palace masters, and the disciples below the high platform—were stunned. They stared at Tang Yi in silence, as if looking at a fool.

Because so few people dared to eat the "super strong-flavored" version, only one hundred and thirty portions were available in total, and the price was doubled.

With Qing Yuan’s affairs settled, it meant there was now a mid-level officer available to be dispatched.

To utter such blatant words in the presence of so many overlords was not only undignified for an elder but further highlighted his cold-blooded and ruthless nature.

Lu Yin dared not move, not only because of the beauty before him but because of the mysterious aura flowing between the two—it felt as if they were one soul in two bodies, both familiar and strange.