Chapter 35

While the people in the city went about their business as usual, unaware of any shifting tides, Zhou Sheng had already caught the scent of impending crisis.

Lu Jingyuan wore a plain, cross-collared robe today, his long hair tied up and secured with a single hairpin.

Qi Lin gazed toward the wooden hut. There were no signs of supernatural energy; it seemed there were no treasures left inside. However, his detection ability was not x-ray vision, and it could not perceive everything.

It occurs once every three years, spanning three sessions on the ninth, twelfth, and fifteenth of August, with each session lasting three days.

The military uniform exuded a pleasant scent of lavender, clearly having been meticulously "cured" with fragrance.

From a distance, due to the angle, it was difficult to see clearly, but once one drew near, it was no wonder the passerby had sighed with such regret.

The crowds surrounding the Palace of Versailles followed the National Guard, who were escorting the King, in a grand procession back to the city.

Yang Chen was in the cavalry camp, busy directing a group of cooks in preparing pulled noodles, completely occupied.

She was looking for you everywhere, asking everyone, her face filled with helplessness. I think even if you don't care about your father, you should at least consider your mother.

Facing the intense pressure radiating from the Black Yaksha, everyone felt their breathing grow labored, and they all wore grave expressions.

Fatty Jin was about to turn and warn Ye Wushuang, but Ye Wushuang had already emerged from the cave dwelling. He appeared unchanged, strolling out with a leisurely, composed gait.

"As expected, you won after all..." The Xiliang man finally closed his eyes completely, the faint smile on his face frozen in that moment forever.

The orc opened his mouth to say something but ultimately remained silent, suppressing his curiosity and resisting the urge to touch the spot where Lin Mu had been.

To an ordinary person, this fresh ginseng is merely a highly nourishing ingredient, but to a cultivator, it is a rather fine spiritual herb.

Xu Shu could not be allowed to stay. The moment they decided that Shi Tao would have to die, Xu Shu would become an enemy. Such an enemy was far too terrifying; if he were to orchestrate some scheme, they would be wiped out in an instant. How could they let him live?

Wherever they went, they left a trail of blood and carnage. In a mere few thousand years, most large animals weighing over 50 kilograms were slaughtered to extinction; in Australia, for instance, only the kangaroo survived.

"My name is Wu Tian. As for joining you, let's just forget about that. Thank you for your kind offer," Wu Tian replied with a smile.

Li Zhengdao and Li Shiyi stared at me with wide, horrified eyes. Li Shiyi opened his mouth as if to speak, but after a long moment, he could not utter a single word.

Hao Ren had been in the air for so long that his true energy was exhausted, and his body began to drift downward. Before he could fall, threads of worry sprouted endlessly from the index finger of his right hand.

Li Wuxin was terrified and tried to shake the flame off, but it seemed to cling stubbornly to her fingertip, refusing to be extinguished.

A vast amount of spiritual energy flowed through Hao Ren’s hands and arms into his body, gathering at his dantian, where it condensed into true energy. The true energy then cycled out from the dantian, flowing through his meridians in their inherent, established paths.

For this wedding, Ye Tianyu had racked his brains, doing everything that could and should be done, exhausting his efforts to lay the foundation for this ceremony.

"Perhaps, I suppose," Pei Yuyue replied, unsure how to answer Xia Liansheng’s question. She did not yet know that Xia Liansheng was the "Cousin from the Chen family" she frequently chatted with online. She gave a vague response.

Guan Yanqi’s face turned the color of liver at Gu Meng’s words, and he longed to pounce on her and tear her to shreds. However, his refined upbringing prevented him from such unseemly behavior.

*Knock, knock, knock.* Zhao Fuxin tapped on Da Niu’s door, but there was no response, so he simply pushed it open. He saw Da Niu lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, seemingly still fuming. Zhao Fuxin closed the door and approached him.

Li Wuxin hesitated, nodded, and opened the wardrobe, only to see a pristine, elegant white dress.

The two had a quick bite to eat before heading to the street. Madam Wang knew the children were older and didn't interfere much, simply telling Zhao Fuxin to return early.

Although Mu Zhengqing was near-perfect, Tang Changyu always felt there was a place in her heart that he could not fill. The image of Liu Ning flashed through her mind, and she suddenly felt flustered.

"Feng Xinci can reach me. In some respects, her abilities are far superior to yours." As he said this, Situ Xian let out a low chuckle.

That evening, Wang Yanqing returned home looking dejected. He rang the doorbell, the nanny opened it, and he stumbled into the living room. Ye Lijun sat on the sofa, her face stormy with rage. She pulled out a kitchen knife hidden beside her, sprang up, and bellowed as she charged toward Wang Yanqing’s head with her heavy frame.

"Tell me." Li Wuxin sipped her tea and offered Yun Qing a radiant, sunny smile that nearly caused him to lose his senses.

The moment they stepped out of the Prince’s mansion, a group of officers stood ready not far from the gate, clearly intending to maintain their surveillance from outside.

The car opposite saw the flash of Ye Tianyu’s headlights—the warning signals—and slowed down significantly. Even so, the two vehicles nearly collided at the turn. Fortunately, they managed to pass without incident.

After the seventh lash, Wanyan Beimo fainted. There were nineteen more to go. Just as the soldiers were about to splash her with cold water to wake her, Wanyan Wushu emerged.

After their intimacy, Leng Yue looked up from Feng Qiye’s embrace, gazing at his handsome face with bewilderment.

A soft green light flickered on the protective talisman, circling Fu Shiyi’s head, and her mind, which had been on the verge of collapse, instantly regained a measure of clarity.

She opened a smithy in her own home, forging ironware for the villagers. Every dawn, she would accompany Mai Ya’s soul to the summit of Luoxia Mountain.

The second time was to apologize for having ignored her for so many years; this time, her death had occurred without anyone informing her in time.

Glancing at the palace gate, Mo Qilin turned to Hu Ao, who was staring at him in shock. "Remember, do not speak. Just pretend you are a mute. Follow me." With that, Mo Qilin strode steadily toward the gate.