34 The Thirst for Discovery

Bas, who had always considered himself the heir to King Batu, held a deep disdain for Bach. With the two locked in a constant power struggle for the throne, each resorting to underhanded schemes and conspiracies, Bas had long since found Bach insufferable.

The water’s surface rippled as the corpse crawled slowly toward Li Nan like a dog. Its arms, which had lost all human proportion, twitched intermittently, and its mouth emitted a guttural, roar-like "gurgling" sound, followed by a surge of countless bubbles rising to the surface.

Just then, a low, muffled rumble of thunder echoed through the sky. Immediately after, a beam of light shot down from the clouds, carving into the rocks beside Liuhuo as if it were a military-grade laser.

Upon reaching the top floor, Qian Ruoruo did not first consult Jing Moxuan regarding Bai Chengfan; instead, she went to the adjacent office to find Lin Hanyu.

"That doesn't matter," he replied. Although he had previously been desperate for the qualification to compete, compared to her injury, that so-called qualification meant nothing at all.

The burly man clearly recognized Liuhuo. He pointed at him, squeezed Tian Xiuxiu’s neck, and then glanced at the bar behind him, signaling for Liuhuo to be smart and get inside immediately.

Dinner was accompanied as usual by Pan Rongfang and Jiang Yishan. Shi Guoquan and Wang Peng had no opportunity for further interaction with the leader, but while seeing the leader’s party off after the meal, Jiang Yishan seized a moment to pull Wang Peng aside and told him to prepare to go to the capital to handle the relevant procedures for securing the funds.

A shimmering sword blocked the descending blade’s light, causing the ground to cave in deeply. Guyu and the others watched in horror as the Dragon Soul of War blocked the City Lord's attack in the blink of an eye.

Lian Shuo could no longer bear to watch. He grabbed Han Lianyi’s hand, which was suspended in mid-air. His sister’s hand was warm, comforting him like the sun on a winter day.

How could the Jade Qilin not understand Elder Lan Ji’s intentions? Having dealt with her for so many years was no small feat; with a roll of its eyes, it grasped her meaning instantly.

Even Lin Yue’er, who had always looked down on Xu Le, now looked at him with newfound respect. Whether or not Xu Le was just playing the hero, she could only say one thing: An Ran had chosen the right person.

The entire space was exceptionally dim and deathly quiet. Ye Qingming felt a sense of dread, as if he had stumbled into the ritual site of some cult.

The powerful observers hidden in the shadows retreated in shock, and those with weaker cultivation were forced to exert all their divine energy to resist the surge of spiritual pressure.

"Fine. If they want to play dirty, I can too. We’ll both just file fake reports and see who blinks first. Let’s just get through today," Qinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead, resenting Bai Yi’s family to the heavens.

Commander Lin was also terrified. It was just a test shot, fired toward a direction shielded by a mountain—how could it have caused such a massive commotion?

"Pfft." Zhong Ming seemed to chuckle nearby, but when Ye Qingming looked over, he had returned to "normal." Yet, Ye Qingming clearly saw him struggling to hold back; he had never seen the usually stern Zhong Ming wear such an expression.

Then, he leaped from the sixteenth floor. A thin line was attached to his waist; though fine, it possessed immense tenacity and could withstand great tension.

As for the rest of the Lin family, they felt it with particular intensity, each cowering in fear. They all knew their ancestor was about to kill again.

"What I mean is, are we just going to keep waiting here like sitting ducks? Aren't we going to do something?" Yuan Jing realized that whenever he spoke in circles with Wei Renwu, Wei Renwu wouldn't bite, so he finally understood he had to be direct.

Climbing up the narrow, dark passage, I emerged into an otherwise pitch-black hall. Just as I was about to click on my flashlight, I felt something strike my shoulder with such force that my entire arm went numb.

Listening to them, Yang Liangxi wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Being the center of attention in front of so many people was truly mortifying.

Su Mochen leaned down and sealed her lips with his, stifling all her words. He had endured all night, and now, finally, he could feast.

Sang Luo gently flicked Feng Yuan’s forehead and laughed, "Don't worry, how could I be that stupid?" Feng Yuan touched his forehead, feeling the lingering warmth, and bowed his head with a giggle.

"Isn't it?" Lin Yu was truly bewildered. If he didn't live on the mountain, how could Yu Cong have invited him?

The energies of both sides collided head-on. A wild lion roared several times and charged out from behind the Heavenly Lion King, while behind the Skeleton King, a phantom of a giant skeleton appeared, and the Fierce Eagle Ancestor manifested as a crimson eagle.

Yang Liangxi felt dizzy from the kiss; her mind couldn't think, and she couldn't help but reach out to embrace Su Mochen.

"Captain, we can stay here and help you. Whenever you need to leave, we can watch Shen Guangnian." That had been the arrangement for the past few days, and they saw no reason to change it.

I just can't understand: as a Dragon King as kind, sensible, intelligent, and well-behaved as I am, why can't I go back?

I held up the sheepskin map and examined it carefully. I discovered that while the layout overlapped slightly with the one on the tomb gate in the Liao King’s tomb, the two tombs were quite some distance apart. Moreover, the map showed that they were not connected but were two relatively independent burial sites.

So, while the porridge was simmering, she had nothing to do, so she turned on the living room television, looking for a program to pass the time.

He must have been incredibly anxious. It makes sense, too—the annihilation of a soul is far more terrifying than mere death. If I died, I could at least see him, but if my soul vanished, there would truly be no chance left. No wonder his hands were shaking; no wonder he was so afraid.