Volume One, Chapter 45: Embrace

Lu Cheng was completely shattered.
Darling, and still sleeping with him...
Who was this?
A flood of wild guesses surged through his mind, all chaotic, none reassuring.
His thoughts shifted again, recalling the crimson mark left on the sofa after yesterday’s fierce battle, and his heart grew even more unsettled.
Within the Union of Human Reform, such missions were usually led personally by the Lord of Ten Thousand Machines and his team; only a group of Grand Masters of the highest rank could hope to suppress something of this magnitude.
“Still pretending to be sharp-eyed and wolfish? I’ll nail Sima Yi’s coffin lid on for you—keep boasting!” Tang Feng sneered, his face full of disdain.
Tang Feng gave her a once-over, leaned back, and just as Jie Xinchou let out a sigh of relief, Tang Feng suddenly spoke.
In the instant Silver Spirit tossed the wine glass, a burst of silver light flashed over her body; when the light faded, Silver Spirit’s appearance had changed dramatically.
This seemed to be an entirely different kind of domain energy, even more powerful in its restraining effect than the so-called Immortal Essence Domain.
The hamster brought to the office by Shepard thought there was some procedure to be handled, but Shepard made no move toward paperwork; instead, he poured Shepard a glass of deep crimson drink.

Life in Saint Radiance proceeded unhurriedly. Lin Xiu had been cautious lately, but compared to previous tense moments, things were much more relaxed now.
The Demon Emperor’s pupils contracted sharply, his whole body trembling violently, and Lan Ao-jun’s face drained of color—he had never expected the Ancestor Witch to appear at this moment.
“Military merit, you say? Then we’re to capture pirates—how exciting it’ll be to face these great sea pirates,” Lan Ran said calmly, gazing out over the vast ocean.
It wasn’t that Mi Shan’s body was some kind of demonic undead constitution incapable of touching holy light; the healing effects of holy light spells had always worked well for Mi Shan.
Chu Yu was no expert in combat, so she could only watch the fight as a mere outsider. When she saw Meng Ke dodge layers of magic and close in for hand-to-hand combat with Chu Ge, she felt she already had a rough idea of the outcome.
At this moment, he seemed to have completely separated himself from the scene, with only the kitchen counter before him left in the entire world.
Luo Yun was being choked, unable to breathe, her face turning ever more purple, the whites of her eyes slowly rolling upward.
In the cultivation world, it was widely acknowledged that knowing more—be it secrets or common knowledge—was a way to improve one’s own strength.
This time, Chu Yu’s luck was clearly not so good; his left arm was brutally pierced through by an arrow! A violet frost gleamed on the arrowhead.
Yan Xiao, too, lacked experience, but sometimes Jin Mo’s behaviors were truly apt to cause misunderstandings.
It was as if she were surrounded by endless white light, as if she were floating in a world composed solely of brightness.

Yu Tian felt something pressing against her foot—a soft, warm bundle.
Next, Jiang Shaoyun’s soul refused to yield, his whole being radiating fiery red flames; his momentum surged as he returned to the front lines.
It happened just as Wei Zhongxian was extremely unwilling but unable to show it; Qin Yao was busy as well.
Liu Bei adopted the “let half pass, strike the rest” strategy, allowing some to enter the city—ideally to capture Zang Ba and others.
“Besides you, who else?” Jiang You didn’t want to leave things so unclear; since he was willing to explain, she was willing to get to the bottom of it.
Whether it was Zhao Guangyi’s drifting donkey cart, the swordplay of the Imperial Guards, or the initial standoff between Lu Yuan and Guo Yuanpei,
Facing Chu Xiang’s challenge, Liang Feng did not respond. He stopped, gave Chu Xiang a look of utter disdain, then treated her as if she were air and simply walked away.