Chapter 42

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From this commanding vantage point, it felt as though the entire expanse of the Divine Land was held within one's line of sight.

"What? Ying'er, when did you arrive here? After I ascended the throne, I went out to find you, but you were gone! I sent men everywhere, yet there was no trace of you! Why did you come to this place? It is all my fault," Li Shimin asked with deep, genuine emotion.

These details were hard to come by unless one had been to the local area. Even for those who truly loved reading travelogues, acquiring such intimate knowledge was difficult.

After Niu Dacheng gave his repeated assurance that he would absolutely ignore Liu Yue'e once this task was completed, Su Mingyue, feeling delighted, actually stopped dwelling on the issue.

He still had the same shaved head as before, but the difference was that there were now two smudges of rouge at the corners of his eyes, making him look increasingly androgynous.

She hurried back to the bedroom, grabbed her phone, and walked swiftly to the door. She slipped on her white flat sandals, took her backpack from the coat rack, checked that everything she needed was inside, and then dashed downstairs.

However, after some time had passed, and no matter what methods Ye Wanli used to seduce or entice him, Shen An remained completely indifferent. It was only then that Ye Wanli realized he was truly impotent.

Facing Chen Luoyang’s gesture beckoning him forward, the white-haired man let out a long, weary sigh, and his knitted brows finally relaxed.

"Life and death are impermanent, and reincarnation follows its own course; I only hope there will be no more victims," the old monk said, pressing his palms together.

Before him, the Sixth Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty continued, "If what the Fifth Master says is true, this is indeed an excellent opportunity to rescue the Fourth Master."

She had made thorough preparations; if Helan Chen dared to touch her, she would be ready to throw him straight into the water.

She sat on the sofa, clutching her Zongzi, and logged onto WeChat. Sure enough, she saw that Mother Ji had sent her another message.

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However, the Japanese, arrogant in spirit but frail in fate, did not see it that way. They viewed their annual tributes as a humiliation, constantly yearning to rise and break free from the control of the Celestial Empire.

In the dense crowd, their shoulders occasionally bumped. Though they were not holding hands, to others, they appeared as a perfectly matched couple. The only discordant note was the bag Tang Shanyou carried on his right shoulder, containing all his worldly possessions.

I smiled and gave the Ninth Bureau a crash course on the matters concerning the White Impermanence. Naturally, these were all things Old Ma had told me before.

As the glass orb before Wan Tianming underwent such a transformation, the Azure Cloud avatars controlled by the two men naturally shifted as well.

To be able to spend the remaining hundred-odd years of his life peacefully with those around him within a single sect—Wu Yue had no regrets. As for the question of whether Shen Fang could achieve Foundation Establishment, she was only sixty-something and already at the same cultivation level as him. Once he succeeded in his own Foundation Establishment, it would not be difficult to find a Pure Yang Pill for her.

The invasion of the Chongxu Sect, one of the two major sects of the Qianli Realm, had already struck great fear into the ordinary disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect. Now, with the addition of the Liru Sect—once one of the five sects in an ironclad alliance with their own—those ordinary disciples felt a sense of utter despair.

She was wearing a very sheer nightgown that accentuated the exquisite curves of her body, swaying gracefully as she walked, specifically parading herself in front of Ou Yuye.

A cold wind blew, carrying a foul, fishy stench. A demon, two zhang tall, took the lead, wielding a rusty, notched ghost-head saber. Moving with agility, it charged toward their position.

Su Zige and Qing Yuan stood on opposite sides of the arena, their robes fluttering, as if the dust stirred up by the recent collapse of the stage had never existed.

Bathed in the blue, shimmering light, Zhuge Baihe’s beautiful cheeks bloomed with two heart-shaped flushes, her expression shy and charming. At sixteen, she had fallen for Baili Qingfeng at first sight; her heart had awakened, and she had secretly pledged her affections to him.

The battle concluded, but Duilius, still unsatisfied, dumped the cleanup of the battlefield onto Aolian's troops. Leading his men to assist the special forces, he had pursued the Germans who had managed to escape, only returning now.

"So what?" Although Gao Mohan already understood his meaning, he still needed to hear Su Zige say it himself.

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However, every single event mentioned was enough to cause a profound shock to one's soul. His perspective seemed to have suddenly broadened significantly.

At first, he trembled with fear and missed his strikes several times, the consequence of which was a few wounds left on his body by the Wind Wolves. Fortunately, he had mystical energy to protect his body, and by using the Cloud-Stepping Footwork at the very last moment, he managed to narrowly avoid any serious injury.

"..." Su Zige tightened his arms, feeling a sense of unreality regarding Yan Qing in his embrace.

In the shortest amount of time, they grew into capable lieutenants who could handle matters independently. They managed every aspect of the business with perfect order, leaving no room for error.

Sure enough, Totori—who should now be called by her stage name, Hatsune Miku—did not know when she had arrived at his side. Accompanied by that faint, ethereal melody, she began to sing "Magnet"—in this room where only Totori and Qian'ai were present.

If Chen Mingtong had not "established a relationship" with her back then, would Tobiichi Origami have continued her "good stalker" habits, collecting the clothes, trousers, and bowls and chopsticks that Chen Mingtong had used every single day?

The giant white wolf seemed to have understood Xuan Long’s words; it killed with even greater ferocity, rampaging and slashing with its claws, opening its blood-stained maw to tear the cultivators to pieces one by one.

Helian Nuo was about to continue watching when he suddenly felt someone tap him lightly. He turned around in a hurry to see Chongchong, who had arrived as promised. At that moment, she was holding her massive wooden cup with both hands, looking at him with an inquisitive expression.