Chapter 46

Galaxy Ring — A ring of the galaxy that can absorb starlight energy. When facing danger, it automatically activates a protective shield capable of blocking any attack below level 70 once. It requires a thirty-day cooldown after deployment. It must be bound by a drop of blood, and once bound, it cannot be used by anyone else.

Qi Yuexi gave a subtle, knowing smile and continued walking forward, deliberately keeping her thoughts to herself without elaborating.

"Haha! We've finally slain this beast!!" shouted a member of the Long family excitedly as he looked at the lifeless Poison-Scaled Lizard on the ground.

Unfortunately, Qi Yueling was still immersed in the previous excitement, zestfully reminiscing about the glorious deeds of Young Hero Ke as recounted by Elder Yan.

When I saw He Yulu's figure vanish into the dim hallway, I could no longer hold back my tears and began to weep bitterly. I opened my mouth wide, wanting to cry out, but no sound came forth; an overwhelming sorrow had drowned out everything else.

"You can stay here and worship to your heart's content; I need to hurry over to the technical department and have them open a dedicated zone, there's no time to waste." Grabbing the phone from his colleague's hand and pushing open the door, Qiong Yu bolted away. His destination: the Technical Department.

A sudden headache washed over me. It seemed that good deeds should not be done indiscriminately, or they would easily lead to misunderstandings.

"He speaks the truth; although the magic treasure is formidable, my cultivation realm is still insufficient." High in mid-air, the two golden dragons remained undamaged, but Luo Xian on the ground suffered a severe primordial spirit shock, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

And so I drove to Guanghua University, seeing the stone tablet at the university gate inscribed with the words "The sun and moon shine with brilliance, repeating day after day," which stirred a sense of wry amusement in my heart. Easy to say, yet who could truly live up to such a school motto? I picked up Qingyu downstairs at the dormitory building, and she shared a piece of news that left me utterly shocked.

Sensing the shift in Luo Tian's tone, Ye Ming froze for a moment, unable to understand why his opponent had suddenly turned so amicable.

The young man nodded with a smile and said, "Alright!" Li Zhenguo then handed the camera over to him.

Everyone exchanged glances and burst into laughter. The atmosphere at the dining table instantly returned to the harmonious dining ambiance it had been before.

"Pfft..." With a muffled sound, Sima Fanglin's arm thrust straight into the lion's mouth. A surge of powerful spiritual energy instantly erupted, blasting the lion directly into the air.

The strategic purpose of planning this engagement banquet was not only to celebrate for myself and Su Qingcheng, but also to flush Dongfang Zhenming back out into the open, tricking him into believing that I had already recalled his despicable tactics and delivering a psychological blow to the Wu family's Jane.

The crossbow bolts of the Black Feather Army were even weaker than the Three-Winged Silver Armor Arrows of the Silver Snow Iron Cavalry, with a range of only two hundred meters. Unless they were allowed to fight at close quarters, it would be difficult to inflict substantial damage to the Tiger-Bravos guarding the peak.

Wang Chu rubbed his temples. *Do as you please!* He couldn't even be bothered to engage with these people any longer.

They glanced sideways at Qi Shiya and the luxury car parked behind Wang Chu, furrowing their brows. Could these two have the same intentions as that other boss, planning to buy the school and use it for something else?

Filled with an irrepressible sense of elation, she was just about to sprint over when Seth's mocking, teasing voice suddenly echoed sharply in her mind.

These steel balls did not kill a massive number of enemy troops directly, but they could inflict widespread casualties. Compared to death, being wounded and surviving was the most terrifying thing for the grassland soldiers.

Wen Tong recalled what he had said earlier and felt a bit puzzled. What kind of critical matter could possibly make Jiang Yizhu break his own principles?

Clearly, he had not yet stated that the ownership belonged to Lin Jie, so how could the other person dare to step ahead and offer to transfer it to someone else?

"I didn't mean that, it's just..." Yue Qi hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

"Are these wallpapers laid out here?" Yun Yewang asked in utter astonishment, because the texture and feel of the walls were identical to those in the adjacent hallway. He had assumed that blue paint had been brushed on here as well.

Yet it was precisely this demeanor of "none other than I" and "everything must yield to my path" that suddenly allowed Han Yumo to foresee the outcome of their duel. Purely in terms of this fight, he was certain he could win; but if it came to an unreserved, all-out struggle to the death, he believed he would die. For the one-armed youth practiced not the Dao of the Sword, but the Dao of Slaughter.

"Qingge, Qingge." Seeing Murong Qingge lost in a daze as she stared at the wooden carving in her hand, Xuan Yuanlang called out to her several times.

He didn't quite understand the conversation between the two, but it didn't hinder his judgment. Could that man in white be a survivor of the fallen Xuan Yuan Clan?

Although the sword strike just now, empowered by the dissolved energy of the Emperor Qingxiao, fell short of the mystical sword's might, it was only marginally inferior.

"What wind blew today, actually bringing Imperial Noble Consort Yang to my palace?" The Empress Dowager asked with a smile.

Perhaps due to his own psychological suggestion, he actually felt the presence of Guan Xintong lingering in the air here. Moreover, it was exceptionally strong, as if she had stayed here for a very long time.

Dropping those words, the emergency department's administrative director walked away. The chief resident scratched his head in bewilderment, pondering for a moment before walking outside the operating room to the observation area. A crowd of young medical staff had already gathered there; without needing to ask, merely listening to their gossip was enough to piece the whole matter together.

At this moment, Shirou walked to his side. Amidst fluctuating soul power, a gentle green breeze swept across Pojun's body, instantly giving him a refreshing sensation like a spring breeze.

The cave was still the same cave, but outside it was already broad daylight, with faint rays of light spilling into the cavern.

The enormous brow of the Abyssal Demon Warrior furrowed; this Divine Rune Master from the Sun Wheel Heavenly Palace actually intended to overwhelm others with sheer force.

"President, I have an urgent matter to report to you," a God of War Palace intelligence operative panted as he said to Xingchen.

Continuing along their previous route, they marched straight north along the northernmost wall of the second layer of the gloomy marsh. Upon reaching the end, they changed direction and proceeded south along the wall. The originally winding and narrow path gradually broadened and flattened, and soon a large open space came into view before everyone.

Han Qi received his fate around the approaching New Year. The decree itself did not require him to rush, yet once all foundations were laid, Han Qi, eager to return home, traveled light and rode back on horseback.

The emperors of the Qing dynasty might be able to undertake lavish imperial tours to the south, but apart from that dynasty and the initial Emperor Qin Shi Huang, across the entire two-thousand-year history of feudal dynasties, how many rulers were truly able to embark on such imperial progresses?

Zhang Yi gestured and pointed across the captured Japanese military map, instructing everyone on what to do. These country bumpkins who couldn't read maps were so awed by Zhang Yi's exquisite expertise that they had no choice but to blindly obey.