Chapter 55: Don't Be Afraid, It Is All in the Past

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Of course, while Ding Yu was reaping boundless benefits, he had not forgotten his original purpose. He continually drove the primordial force stored within his body, blasting it into the space between his own heart and the Demon Emperor’s Heart to prevent the two from fusing.

“Let’s talk,” Han Xiaoxuan said seriously. For the first time, she wondered why this man had to be so foolish.

“So what if it is? It only means that Young Master likes me. I like Young Master too. We love each other—what is wrong with that?” When Se’er said this, she paid no heed at all to the contemptuous looks of those around her. Their disdain was so intense it could make a person feel utterly humiliated.

Xueluo took the bronze mirror and examined herself in it for quite some time before giggling and lightly pounding Chu Yu’s chest.

“As long as the Princess Dowager is safe and sound, our long journey will not have been in vain,” Xuanyuan Haotian said.

“But what about your father? He must be terribly worried,” Dugu Jian said anxiously.

The God of Medicine’s final hysterical scream still echoed in their ears, but it was already too late to change anything. A divine being of an age, one of the Ten Gods of Chaos and a half-step Divine Luo expert, had fallen completely just like that.

Having finally come to her senses, Bao’er rushed forward, flung herself against the man’s chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and sobbed even harder.

Bai Zimo wanted to laugh but did not dare, so he forced himself to hold it in. Old Master Bai suddenly realized that his face was twitching. He hurriedly raised a hand to press it down and smooth away the spasm. The King of Dongmu felt both uneasy and secretly relieved. For now, it appeared that the Vermilion Bird Saint was on their side—but who could say what would happen next?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly saw her turn around. She faced him from some distance away, yet he could still clearly see the tears on her face.

Pei Donglai greeted Jiang Nan with a smile. His manner was courteous, without the slightest hint of putting on airs because of Liu Yue.

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“Qiuya, I’m sorry,” Ye Dongcheng said awkwardly. Although he was indeed excited to have become a powerful cultivator, what mattered more to him was Lin Qiuya. He did not want to see her come to any harm.

The two smiled faintly. Only by speaking this far could they show that they trusted each other completely and harbored no reservations. Opening one’s divine sense to another was dangerous when dealing with a stranger, and Li Tianzhi’s cultivation was far higher than Old Dong’s. The fact that he had held nothing back was proof enough of his sincerity.

The militia immediately threw down their bamboo poles, hoisted sacks of grain and other supplies onto their shoulders, and ran into the mountain forest. More than three hundred shi of goods disappeared into the woods in no time.

“I’ve actually been reborn. What on earth is going on? And the power of my soul has grown so much too—Fire Within Thunder. Hahaha, Heaven has not abandoned me! Could it be because of the thunder?” Looking up at the Thunder God’s Hammer floating motionless in the air, Tiemu Yun smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Overall, the technology in this mechanical workshop district was remarkably advanced. The Han people truly were an intelligent race—perhaps that was why they had always managed to remain ahead of history.

He was a middle-aged man with bronze-colored skin and long, thick black hair. A greatsword was strapped to his back, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s as he looked at Xiao Yue and spoke calmly.

“I only came to say a couple of words to you before leaving. I’m swamped,” Xiao Yadong said. He looked utterly exhausted, with dark circles around his eyes, yet his spirits were high.

Dongfang Lengyu had come across that mask during a trip to Europe. He had thought it looked cool and bought it, never imagining that it would come in handy today.

“Hmph, Dongcheng, have you forgotten what I looked like when I was young? Have you forgotten my voice back then too?” Lin Qiuya immediately pursed her lips, displeased.

At that moment, in the Immortal Realm, several Immortal Lords withdrew their magical treasures one after another. As they watched the rosy radiance descend upon the person undergoing tribulation below, they all smiled happily. Their efforts to obstruct the heavenly tribulation had not been wasted.

Liang Shan’s handsome face flushed when he heard this. After leaving the gambling den, he had deliberately avoided mentioning Tang Mingshuo. For one thing, although Letting had summoned Tang Mingshuo, he had not really helped him at all. By then, Liang Shan had already decided to act himself. Dealing with a mere underworld boss, he had a hundred ways to make the man submit completely. In that sense, Letting’s move had instead been more like saving the Tang family.

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Xia Nuan instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall. Sure enough, it was already time for Mumu to finish school in the afternoon.

Quite apart from anything else, her own people would hate her to death. Even after she died, she would probably be condemned to wander as a lonely ghost.

See? She was still just as hot-tempered as ever. He had not even done anything to her yet, and she had already found herself a final resting place.

Liang Shan turned to Lan Feina, a trace of gratitude passing through his eyes, and comforted her. Lan Feina was about to persuade him again, but when she looked up and met Liang Shan’s burning gaze, her heart suddenly fluttered. She let him move her arm aside and followed Xu Ying away.

“Second Brother, let’s go. It would not look good if people saw us. Let them settle this matter among themselves. If they cannot, they should not even think of returning to the residence.”

“Are you General Leng? I have long admired your reputation.” The moment Wei Shiru saw Leng Yuchen, her eyes lit up.

“So if my skill is Black Iron One, spending one skill point will raise it to Black Iron Two?” Zhang Baiyuan asked.

Xia Nuan really had exhausted herself climbing the mountain yesterday. She let out a sleepy murmur and turned over, her voice soft and languid.

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