Chapter 41

This was a magical artifact crafted by the hand of Bodhisattva Lingji, one of the seven great Bodhisattvas. Not only could it unleash the Samadhi Divine Wind, capable of scattering souls to the winds, but it also contained a wisp of the Bodhisattva’s primordial spirit—a revelation that caught both Miho and Lady Tsunade completely off guard.

In Wu Zhi-ya’s impression, Zhang Qingyun had always been in charge of urban construction, and that was the topic he usually spoke about most. Yet, the question he had just answered concerned the economy. To respond to such a complex economic issue with such depth could not have been something improvised on the spot.

Qiongling understood the meaning of the phrase; it was essentially wishing someone a good night’s sleep. But in truth, there was no need to bid him good night, for he rarely slept. Divine beasts required rest, but he did not; by day, he absorbed the power of the sun and stars, and by night, he drew in the lingering radiance of the moon.

It is no exaggeration to say that Li Qiankun and Zhao Zihong clearly detected a faint hint of jealousy in Chu Nan’s words.

The old man said nothing; he simply raised his hand and struck the two medicine boys twice across the face. The sharp slaps left their fair, tender cheeks instantly swollen and red, marked by five distinct fingerprints.

He was merely responsible for escorting Wang Hao and the others to this location. As for what might happen inside? That was none of his concern. Besides, even if Dongchen truly wanted to enter, it was unlikely that Feng Yunqing would permit it.

He knew he was currently within the Ancestral Star of Asura, deep inside the Sea of Blood. He was even more aware that everything before him was not real, but rather a phantasm. Yet, although he knew this, he did not shatter the illusion immediately, for everything here felt truly heartwarming.

Kanie did not disappoint her, sharing a great deal about Robin—from her preferences to her character, she spoke in great detail.

At that moment, gazing at that illusory silhouette, Wang Hao felt his heart race, and a sense of reverence welled up within him.

The man in black darkened his gaze, shifting his focus from Si Fengyue to her, as if speculating about something.

"I am a reporter, but a reporter with a conscience. I know what can be reported and what cannot," Zhuang Qingqing said, rolling her eyes at him.

The Amazonian python had evolved into a majestic, murderous black dragon. Though it retained a serpentine form, its appearance leaned toward that of a Western dragon, especially its dragon horns, which were as sharp as blades.

Seeing her husband, a man who refused to bow to anyone, kneel directly before Liang Shan, even a slow-witted person like Peishan realized she had likely kicked an iron plate. Forgetting the pain of the beating she had received, she looked at Liang Shan, trembling with fear as she questioned him.

"An exit?" Yu Weiyin’s eyes held a look of inquiry. Given how arduous the journey in had been, could leaving really be this simple?

Seeing that Liang Shan allowed him to speak, and knowing that her anger had largely dissipated, Sam put on a fawning expression and apologized.

For as long as he remained, the Kingdom of Di Zhao would never suffer intrusion from other nations, and it would pass through every spring and autumn in peace.

The seasons turned in Yong City, and they turned there as well. Buds sprouted on branches beneath the dim neon lights, and heavy snow blanketed the Hokage Rock overlooking Konoha; similar scenery ran in parallel throughout.

It was indeed a comprehensive, omnidirectional defense. Had it not been for Xing Lian’s mental warning forbidding them from interfering, these people would have been sent flying by her long ago.

Qiao Muxun suddenly recalled another matter: "Where is Shuangchi?" He had instructed that man to look after her well; how could he have vanished without a trace?

Thinking of how I used to habitually sit in this spot every noon to watch the scene across the way, I suddenly felt like a fool. I could not forget what happened yesterday, but I also understood that I had to.

Ji Siyu seemed to hesitate, deliberating for a full minute. During this time, the sweat on Zhong Liping’s forehead dripped onto the floor, making him look utterly wretched. Zhong Liang, usually so arrogant, knew that if he said another word, Ji Siyu would surely strike ruthlessly and drive their father and son from the board of directors, so he did not dare to make a sound.

Feeling his own condition, Xiaoyun forced another bitter smile. At the time, he had only thought of striking down his enemy, never considering the cost he would have to pay for doing so.

"I also feel this coffin should not be opened. I cast a divination just now, and the omen is quite ominous. We had better leave immediately," said one of the group, a master who had studied the art of divination.

Fortunately, at that moment, Ding Cuizhi launched a spiritual attack, striking the head of the Divine Wind Weasel first.

"Duoduo, Su Moqian once said that as long as I helped him, he would take us to the Maldives to get married. Duoduo, you have to help me, otherwise, I won't be able to close my eyes even in death," Weiliang said to me, her voice calm.

"Don't worry about that! Let's just store enough water first and cool ourselves down!" The mage ran quickly into the shadows, took off his hood to reveal the face of a middle-aged man, and eagerly threw himself down to bury his head in the ditch, drinking greedily.

Gu Yu did not dodge. One side of his body slammed into the car door with a dull thud. When he regained his senses, Gu Yu neither raged nor wept. Supporting himself on the seat with one hand, he slowly returned to his kneeling position, wiped the blood from the corner of his lower lip with the other, and lowered his head again, remaining silent.

Thus, he had to sacrifice something; he had to remain cold and calm to choose the optimal path.

This was the second time he had said this today. The hot breath from his mouth sprayed onto my face, and I suddenly realized he was so close that I could count his eyelashes.

Once Director Qian agreed, Bai Ke lost interest and made a special trip to Tianqiao Shares to visit General Manager Lu.

She pleaded in a soft voice. Since Hode claimed to love her, he would surely not want to see her hurt, nor could he bear the thought of her suffering—which was why she so willfully pressed the dagger against her own throat.

"However, for what I am about to say, no one is permitted to interrupt. You are only to listen, and I hope you will cooperate earnestly."

She wanted to flee, but after that wretch Bai Feng had struck a few points on her body, she was unable to move.

He pinned me directly to the bed, holding my hands firmly so that I could not move an inch. "Jiang Liao, if you want to hate, then hate! Hate with all your might!" My fingernails dug deep into his flesh, but he felt nothing, as if he were completely numb.

Both of them shivered; neither thought Su Qianqian was joking or merely bluffing.

Liu De’s words brought the Iron Triangle back to their senses. They looked at Liu De in terror; they could not help but be afraid. Elder Xing was at the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm, yet he had been blown to pieces. They were only at the early stage; if they were also targeted by this human bomb, they would surely die.