Twenty-six, twenty-six.

I am leaving to gallop across that vast expanse, to pursue my lover, and to chase my dreams.

By the time Cui Leifeng returned to the village, half a month had passed since the incident. Faced with the ins and outs of what had transpired, his heart was filled with fury. He took a knife from the kitchen, claiming he would kill those responsible, but he was stopped by his mother.

I hurriedly searched every possible place in the room where things could be hidden or stored, but found nothing. Where could it have gone? I was so anxious that I broke into a sweat.

Mulu grew desperate. He turned his elephant around and swung his mace at the lead elephant, but the beast had thick hide and flesh; the mace only carved a few bloody gashes into its body. Feeling the pain, the elephant’s ferocity was ignited. It raised its head and thrust its long tusks toward King Mulu’s elephant.

"Rest assured, even if the spatial storm erupts again, I have ways to save myself. I will head down first to investigate. I will run if there is danger, and if I find any opportunities or good fortune, I will come back up to call for you all," I insisted.

"Wait, this place isn't exactly remote. Hasn't the Manichaean sect pursued you here?" Gongxi Wanwan asked suspiciously.

Must he live his life walking on thin ice from now on? Dai Zhang disliked the backstabbing and intrigue of officialdom, and he disliked even more having to act according to others' whims. As he walked home from the palace, he pondered a solution.

Deep down, he still hoped He Lang would pay more attention to him, but the words he had just spoken—if it were someone he truly cared for, how could he say them so calmly?

"My Lord, please forgive us. Father must have had an urgent matter. If you have business at your estate, feel free to leave first." Just as Huo Chengjun was about to have someone escort Han Zeng away, she did not expect Han Zeng to suggest a terrible idea.

"Oh, are you ever annoying!" Xia Xue looked up and glared at me. I just wanted to see her like that—full of fire with nowhere to vent.

Hodge, having struck gold, would head directly to the Six Doors headquarters to undergo years of intensive training. Once his potential had been fully tapped, he would be reassigned to the Ping'an City branch.

In summary, the demon cultivators of Golden Turtle Island were like the remnants of the Qing Dynasty—wealthy, idle, and resourceful, but lacking ambition or true skill. Meanwhile, the demon cultivators of the Seven-Story Pavilion were like the fighters of the Restoration Society—penniless and risking their lives, willing to endure anything to change the world.

"What's the matter? Does the Leiting Academy require a school recommendation to be eligible for the entrance exam?" Ye Linghan countered.

Just as Xiong Ba’s two massive palms were about to seize Qin Shou’s shoulders, Qin Shou performed a fluid squat, narrowly avoiding Xiong Ba’s attack.

"Starfire is the flame every blacksmith dreams of mastering. If you can harness its power, not to mention forging weapons, no one would dare to engage you directly in combat." Jin Mo’s words were filled with longing, as if he harbored a near-obsessive craving for the Starfire.

"Guo Yuan is the nephew of Zhong Yao and has been known for his wisdom since youth, proficient in strategy. Why not avoid the strong and strike the weak? Pretend to take Hedong and set an ambush midway for the main force of Guo Yuan’s army as they come to reinforce the region," Xu Shu suggested after some thought.

"I am Hua Shixin. May I ask which hero of the demon race you are, fellow cultivator?" Hua Shixin gripped his folding fan and cupped his hands in a formal salute.

The crowd erupted in discussion, unable to fathom the affair; the lack of a head or tail only made it seem more mysterious.

In the Alpha Centauri system, scientists discovered a planet similar to Earth, though much larger. When the sub-light-speed Earth probe discovered this planet, the scientific community was shaken.

From the Primordial Era to the Age of Dharma Decline, countless genius cultivators broke through obstacles to achieve true fruition, then ascended to the heavenly realm carrying their rich spiritual essence. As time went on, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth naturally grew thinner, the path of ascension became narrower, and the geniuses who attained immortality became more stunning with each generation.

Is that so? Could she have feelings for me? The reason Gongsun Yu kept his distance from the Yuan family, besides the Third Sister-in-law, was because of Yuan Bingbing, who was his own age.

It was time for the morning court session again. The weather that day felt somewhat chilly. Lü Bu, dressed in his dragon robes, sat upright. Like a tiger patrolling its territory, he cast his gaze over the ministers below.

He had no choice, nor could he escape; he could only resist. A pool of golden mist bloomed like a flower, and Lin Yi’s primordial spirit suddenly transformed. On the pale green Underworld Sea, a haughty, otherworldly longbow shone brightly.

Eula was slightly stunned, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She silently turned her head away and took two steps to the side.

Even if he had acted on his own initiative, as long as he could safeguard the company, he would willingly accept whatever punishment President Ye meted out.

On the other side, Yaloriqiu had also been finished off by the Emperor. The remaining members of the Dark Feather tribe were bewildered and terrified, feeling as if none of this were real.

Hatred Monk swallowed hard, inexplicably feeling as if his backside were being scorched by fire. However, under the intimidating gaze of the Hemp God, he could only suppress his emotions and force himself to sit still. The room fell into silence.

The green gas on the plant essence began to go wild, darting about like someone having a seizure, and then desperately surged into the body of the succulent.

Looking at Lisa, who was giggling in front of him, Kong was speechless. This big sister was not afraid at all, nor was she nauseated by the motion. But thinking of the two before her who had suffered the same fate, he felt a bit better.

Xiahou Yuan did not show weakness either, leading his eight cavalrymen in a roaring charge, though they were also met with a volley of crossbow bolts. Helpless, the two could only watch as the other party passed right under their noses.

The moment this thought popped into Qingshan’s mind, he concentrated all his soul power on the Snow Ape Beast King—or more precisely, on the beast king’s soul core. All soul beasts have soul cores, and the beast king was no exception.

Y already had the entire plan in place. Ma Shuang thought the plan was quite good, refined the details further, and then began the preparations.