Volume 1, Chapter 30: He Isn't Her Boyfriend At All

At that moment, the words of those men caught his attention, and he stopped in his tracks. The two men had sharp gazes and profound internal energy; with every breath they exhaled, the surrounding chill seemed to dissipate slightly.

"Understood!" They replied in unison before leaving the secluded corner, leaving Yu Xi alone. He had entrusted the most complex matters to Mu Qingling and Cui Jianjun, not because the tasks were troublesome, but because he had other things to attend to.

The moon remained hidden, and the entire Earth seemed to return to normalcy; the thunder had ceased. Yet, this only fueled a deeper sense of unease, as everyone felt an overwhelming drowsiness—a desire to lie down right where they stood and drift off to sleep. This sensation was not limited to humans; every living creature yearned to fall into a deep slumber.

Qin Mo could steal the profound techniques of other martial artists, but he dared not steal the techniques of the Willow Immortal.

"Beautiful! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The five silver-ranked examiners on the red team surged out from the Baron pit like five hungry wolves. In this wave, they intended not only to secure the Rift Herald but also to claim lives. There was no helping it; Song Lei was currently the top streamer promoted by their outdoor circle, so his metrics had to look impressive.

"Is Princess Jingfu questioning the Flower Goddess's decision?" Zhu Lei’s expression darkened, and his tone grew unintentionally sharp.

Qin Mo’s brows knit together; he knew Li Jiuge’s strike would be no simple thrust. As fellow disciples of Saint Dong, they had little contact before arriving at the Heaven-Rank training camp, but he had heard rumors about Li Jiuge. Like himself, he was a multi-element martial artist, and his greatest mastery lay in the assassin path.

"It is a grievance to have you living in such a dilapidated place," the White Fox said as he walked into the living room, looking up toward the second floor while speaking to the old man.

Shi Bao listened in utter astonishment. He knew Zhang San had his own enterprises in Tokyo, but he never imagined they were so extensive. In particular, the report from Qingyu Hall left him deeply shaken—the cumulative relief of nearly two thousand orphans? What kind of scale was that?

Qian Yulu looked at Ye Lingchen in disbelief. After all, from the memories of the great battle ten thousand years ago that she had seen, the three clans had been fighting from beginning to end; the Human Emperor’s lineage had never appeared once.

The energy of the heavens and earth around the altar suddenly vibrated erratically. Guo Huitong, who had been meditating with eyes closed, opened them and looked at Hao Yu beside her. She sensed that his aura was fluctuating violently—a sign of an impending breakthrough.

Speaking in a low voice, Tian Ming suddenly flashed, dodging Daoist Kuntu and appearing directly in the sky where the bronze sword hovered. He reached out with hands that were already torn and bleeding, grasping toward the sword.

With that, Hao Yu’s thoughts shifted, and several dazzling laser beams erupted from the mecha he wore, striking toward Feng Yan, who was in closest pursuit.

The family was still planning how to settle Samoa, who would be responsible for walking the dog, and who would take the puppy for checkups, failing to notice a sorrowful soul.

The Death Phoenix Yan Li remained silent. Her gaze pierced through the orange-red night mist of Chang'an City, through the fissures in the sky, and pointed directly toward the chaotic space. A black dot was drifting from the chaotic space toward the broken spatial barrier above Chang'an.

She stood by the doorway, watching and waiting, until the sun set and the sky was strewn with bright stars.

Chen Yi shared his idea of putting down roots in the Southern District with him, and Zhao Hao was incredibly excited to hear it.

In short, for the next half-month or so, Zhou Hongfeng simply refused to grant Bian Yuanhang’s request for leave.

That day, after dinner, the two went for a walk on the beach. Song Yu took off her shoes to walk on the sand. Ji Siming went to take the shoes from her hand; usually, she wouldn't let him, insisting on carrying them herself, but this time, she handed them over.

Li Xi watched him with indifferent eyes. She didn't have much sympathy for others; had it not been for her second senior brother, she likely wouldn't have intervened in this matter at all.

Just as Pei Qiaoran had said, being favored was a good thing. It meant access to more and better resources, and things that other concubine-born children could not obtain. That, of course, was a great thing.

Now, as it turned out, Xiao Yichen actually harbored the delusion of becoming a Nascent Soul True Monarch, which thoroughly terrified the Sixth Elder, Xiao Yuanshan.

Previously, when Gu Jinyao said that Gu Liuying was a transmigrator from the future, it had taken Ji Shaobei quite a while to accept this bizarre fact.

That day, the two comrades from the police station came again, inviting Ji Lan to go to the town and asking if she could help take Wei Xin to the mental hospital in the city.

It was not that I feared he would guess the truth, but that I feared that once he opened his eyes, he would never look at me with the familiar gaze I knew again.

"Disciple, get rid of it! You know I hate snakes the most!" Mu Cheng released Mei Ziyan's sleeve and flicked his index finger in front of the green snake. The snake obediently crawled along his finger, climbed onto his wrist, and vanished into his sleeve.

Moreover, in the days since leaving West Green Mountain, Xiao Yichen had not absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for a long time, relying entirely on low-grade spirit stones for his cultivation.

He was now in charge of the Lesser Treasury and had many craftsmen under his command, which led him to start scrutinizing tables, chairs, stools, and various gold, silver, bronze, and iron implements whenever he went out.

However, Qing Lian, Ba Dao, and the others were all powerful, possessing many trump cards for survival and immortal medicine to sustain their lives, making them impossible to kill.

Jin and Athena Asamiya knew each other. Even if their relationship wasn't particularly close, it wasn't bad either, and they had at least fought side by side. Therefore, when they clashed, both sides were very restrained and did not use heavy blows.

"Is that so?" Wu Yongquan looked at his son in surprise—just ten minutes ago, Wu Canyu had scoffed at Wang Zhong, believing him to be nothing special, and hadn't taken him seriously at all. How had his attitude changed in the blink of an eye?

Third-layer special effect of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth: Once the skill is activated, one can control the gravity within the range of the redirected attack to pull the target.

Seizing the momentum, he gripped his spear with both hands and thrust it directly into a warhorse. The horse collapsed to the ground, unable to move, letting out a shrill neigh. Mongke, not caring about anything else, hurled the horse through the air, smashing it toward Young Master Wuxie, Old Man Huang, and the others.