Chapter 37: "You Have Already Fallen Into the Mire"

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The Han army, after all, lacked the disciplined training of the Qin forces. In the hasty mobilization in the middle of the night, less than half of the soldiers managed to rally and stand ready. Zhou Bo could not wait for the entire army to assemble; he led over three thousand men toward the cliff to provide reinforcements, leaving his lieutenant behind to gather the remaining troops and follow.

Of course, this was also a matter of confidence. Aside from the ancient freaks who could pose threats to one another, who else among the outsiders could possibly harm them?

Suddenly, the group of six, including Zhang Shaocong, gritted their teeth and braced themselves against this overwhelming pressure. Veins bulged on their foreheads, while Ning Jing and the others began to tremble uncontrollably, their lips parched. At this moment, they were sustained entirely by sheer force of will.

The two elders also sensed the aura released by Wang Chen, but they paid it no mind, maintaining their same expressions as they faced him.

Around noon in Classroom 107 at Qingbei High School, Wang Chen was fast asleep, oblivious to the world. The teacher spoke with great eloquence, while the students listened with a mix of confusion and indifference.

Feeling the scorching heat wave rushing toward him, Juli raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold sneer forming at the corner of his mouth. His figure suddenly blurred and, under the shocked gazes of Ren Pingzhi, Bai Yu, and the others, he vanished.

In the deepest reaches of the palace, the restrictive seals were being broken—suffering severe damage as a vast number of them were destroyed.

"Sister Hu, are you in here?" Lu Xiaqing’s figure squeezed through the doorway, followed by the annoying Director Qiao. The bodyguards were left outside.

This unprecedented situation caught several Red Lotus Knights off guard. Expecting that wounding their opponents would force them to retreat, they were instead struck by the pain-defying men in black.

All of this stemmed from the immortal cultivators’ infinite desire for longevity. Desire is the most powerful driving force hidden within the human heart. The path of cultivation is endless, and lifespan is limitless. On this road, there are still many paths that people must tirelessly explore and discover.

The greatest gain was that Murong Chen had finished designing his internal cosmos; he had even completed the initial construction. What remained was to find the corresponding treasures to fully complete his internal cosmos—or, to put it another way, the foundation of his immortal path.

After the meal, Zuo Ci naturally began tinkering with his ancient, broken alchemy furnace, while Jiang Qi, as always, packed up the food boxes and cleaned the utensils. Over the past few years, Jiang Qi, having smoothed out some of his own rough edges, had learned to take care of himself while incidentally looking after the old Daoist as well.

From then on, Blood Song was listed as the number one wanted criminal, the super-criminal who had risen to notoriety in the shortest amount of time.

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"Thank you!" Qian Yiyi nodded in gratitude. She turned, walked over to a single armchair, and sat down.

She could especially feel that Lin Feng’s praise was not out of flattery, but was sincere. Her heart felt light, knowing that her music had received such affirmation from Lin Feng, for she had heard his songs and knew he was someone who understood music.

Amidst a roar, the enraged Stone Man raised its arm and threw a hook punch at me. The thick arm, carrying a fist wrapped in wind-force, slammed into my chest. I felt a tightness in my chest, and a number flew up from above my head.

The Heaven-tier prison had two levels. Zou Bufan was on the first, which could be called the superficial Heaven-tier prison; underground, there was another level, where the truly important prisoners were kept.

"That depends on what you want." Murong Chen took a sip of the beer from this world. It was alright; though not as good as the stock from the Main God, it tasted decent enough, especially after Murong Chen used his abilities to chill it.

"I said, don't go. If you really want to pass, then defeat me first." Zou Bufan’s face was gloomy, and the killing intent on his body pressed toward the tall bodyguard.

Upon entering, he scanned the room, then fixed his gaze directly on Undine and walked straight toward the seat left for Eros beside her.

A six-pointed star barrier unfolded, and a domineering green light soared into the sky. The swirling radiance enveloped both warring parties, forming an impassable wall that isolated them from the outside.

Buying such a large villa in Kyoto was no longer something that could be done with money alone.

He did not know why he was doing this—perhaps there was a reason, perhaps he was waiting to see something.

Chen Fang did not expose Pang Tong. He sat back on the sofa and casually picked up a skewer of grilled meat to eat.

The agents from these companies would also be very busy, needing to monitor the dynamics of public opinion on the internet at all times.

At the foot of Sanyuan Mountain, there was an equally strange and dense Yin energy, indescribably evil.

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The warden guarding the prison accepted Xie Liuzheng’s silver and, with a beaming smile, welcomed her back, leading her to the cell where Qin Shou was being held.

They spoke without any taboos; at this point, at their level, there was really nothing left to be taboo about.

Tong Qin’s eyes were filled with shock. When he looked at Chen Fang, the gaze was no longer the appreciation for a junior, but one of respect and admiration.

This Immortal Venerable’s cultivation was far above mine, so why did he not take my life? Why did he let me go so easily?

However, Miao Miao never gave Shan Chenghao a chance. She lived in Country J with Miao Sichen, returning with the child to reunite with Tiantian during holidays and school breaks.

"Why are you still sleeping? They are all up; let’s get up too." As she said this, she sat up and began to dress.

After Lu Ping finished his meal, Qing Yu immediately set down the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, glanced at Lu Ping, and ran outside.

Su Jinqi brought the children home, had them bathe first, and then tucked them into bed one by one.

However, just at that moment, those eyes did not notice that Yun Qiyue had already raised her foot to kick the wheelchair.

What made her even more furious was that she could not see a trace of affection for her in Liang Long’s eyes.