Chapter Thirty-Five

Yiyao glanced at Jingwei, who was still sleeping soundly in a hazy stupor behind the screen. "She is fine, and the baby has been saved. However, you must warn her that harboring such deep resentment is harmful to both her and the child." Without another word, Yiyao turned silently and walked out of Jingwei's bedchamber.

Shen Mohuan witnessed such unwavering resolve, and the countless words of persuasion he had prepared were caught in his throat.

"Some things, I had no choice in the matter!" The Second Master’s face was already clouded with murderous intent, yet upon hearing Wang Tianlong's words, he still offered this reply.

Gu Zheng felt that Liang Jingxian’s proposal was excellent. She adopted it readily, deciding to first consult the wishes of the elder Madam Liang.

The next day, Yingchun rose early. After breakfast, Xiuju came to report that the eldest young lady, Yuling, and the maid, Shuichou, had come to pay their respects to Yingchun.

Then, Hu Fei, along with Murong Moqing and Murong Chuhai, followed Dr. Fu into his office.

"Don't overthink it. Matters have reached this point; even if there are schemes and traps, we can only adapt as the situation demands," said Ning Jiang.

To control the corpses of a Qilin and a Sky-Climbing Vine, one would need to reach at least the Saint Martial Realm, and even that might not be enough. According to Ning Jiang’s conjecture, perhaps only upon reaching the Great Saint Realm could one barely manage it.

However, if he really said that, he suspected they would actually go for it, and then the Uchiha clan would meet a tragic end.

His words startled everyone. The giant turtle before them was a formidable existence possessing the bloodline of a divine beast; to imagine it emerging from the abyss of Guixu, one could hardly conceive of just how terrifying its power must be.

After the call connected, hearing Tang Zhan remain silent, Bian Bi’an took the initiative to speak to him.

"Damn it!" Chen Nan was deeply frustrated, but with things having reached such a point, he naturally wouldn't offer an explanation. Besides, he truly felt no fondness for that plaque. He had already seen that these young men were all Chinese; for the Koreans to despise the Chinese while these fellows cheered them on—what kind of behavior was that?

His intuition told Hulk that the Sea Clan expert before him possessed the same aura as himself. It was not the scent of blood, nor the scent of a blood corpse, but the scent of a zombie.

After calling out repeatedly, the people currently retreating heard him. As they ran back, they spotted Yang Ming and his three companions on the side; after all, the four of them were quite conspicuous, not being dressed in military uniforms.

The security manager, feeling a complete loss of face as this young man dared to strike someone right in front of him, roared in anger.

Wait, why not set aside the umbrella before letting wisdom rain down upon the world? Does this not mean that whenever the heavens descend with wisdom, we all hold up umbrellas, blocking all that wisdom away?

The perilous close-quarters exchange came to an end. Realizing that Wu Yong’s melee combat ability was not significantly weaker than his own, Madara decided to open up the distance to continue the fight.

However, news of the Jin army's presence on this battlefield had already been transmitted back to the Jin camp by scouts.

With Liu Yao’s meddling, the solemn and oppressive atmosphere had completely dissolved into something rather awkward.

After Cheng Luobai and Mu Feng finished their meal and spent some time chatting with Madam Nalan, they were just about to head back when a servant informed them that a heavy rain had started outside.

He Zhengbei sat there, recollecting certain matters—what exactly he was thinking of remained unknown—but in the end, he agreed to use his own fields and mountains for the search, refusing to sell the land, as it wasn't worth two cents anyway.

The origin of the universe from which Chang Wei hailed was not strong, and the universe itself was in a low-trough phase of its cycle. More importantly, his homeland lacked a Hongjun.

Tang Xuan returned an equally puzzled look. He didn't know what was wrong with Guo Lisi; he had only called out to him after seeing him lost in thought.

Su Hongxin stood looking down from above, arms crossed, his face as cold and expressionless as stone. A pair of crimson, fierce eyes swept across the faces emerging one by one.

Yet, before a year had passed, the animals on the mountain began to proliferate again, and He Anze’s father was severely injured during this eruption.

His upright stature, his handsome features, and those white sneakers that seemed to never change in ten thousand years.

A fleeting voice, as if separated from the wind, drifted high and low. Carrying gusts of eerie chill, it swept through the tavern, causing the lamp flames to hiss and flicker, waxing and waning.

Darkness was devouring his body heat; when his temperature reached zero, it would be the moment he lost his life.

Maintaining awe is a virtue. This does not conflict with holding true to one’s inner convictions. Having confidence does not mean lacking reverence; only confidence tempered by reverence is not recklessness.

After leaving the Qingyun Sect, Yu Chan and Xun Yi leisurely flew toward Nanjing Continent. The sudden separation caught her off guard, so she could only take this time to instruct and impart everything she could.

"I don't know either. Perhaps it’s because, in my bones, I am a practitioner of traditional martial arts, and I have a sense of belonging to them. I want to keep the entire martial arts world firmly under my control," Lin Feng said with a faint, helpless shake of his head.

"The Three Fairies want to take me as their disciple?!" Shaoling was stunned by the news, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

"Go ahead and report me to the county magistrate! You aren't getting my family's land!" Bai Fu’s face turned red with anger.

"This is the roster of all members of our Third Division. Take a look so you have a general idea; when you're out and about later, you won't accidentally burn down the Dragon King’s temple," Jiang Yu said, taking a list from the drawer and handing it to Lu Fei.

"I clearly gave you a look earlier, but you were the one who ignored me, weren't you?" Lu Fei said, looking perfectly righteous.

The next day, the Bagua Sword Sect united with six other major sects to convene the Heroic Assembly of the World. The participants included Wudang, Shaolin, the Natural Gate, the Ditang Sect, the Qingcheng Sect of the Profound Gate, and the Longxing Sect of the Shamen—seven major sects in total.

After a moment of thought, Qin Wan understood when this had happened—around the time of Su Rui’s funeral, An Sheng, with Qin Wan’s tacit consent, had been helping out. Ye Ling, in his capacity as a direct disciple, had carried the ritual basin and wept for the deceased.

"That is indeed the situation. Over the last two months, it has become increasingly painful. Does Sect Leader Li know the reason?" Leng Feng asked, pursuing the answer as if seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness.