Volume One, Chapter 72: Building a Tower on Sand—Peril!

The hatred is too deep, impossible to unravel. Even if she were to seek reconciliation with her child, it would likely end in a bitter battle over custody. With Liu Zifei’s abilities, he could easily become a member of the Ashura Hall’s elite guard, and if assigned to another war zone, his experience would earn him the rank of lieutenant colonel, making him the deputy vanguard of a brigade with five thousand combatants.

At this moment, Cheng Gang stepped onto the stage and changed the music, shifting the entire atmosphere of the banquet hall. Thunderbolt said nothing, simply extending his hand to Cheng Xin, who placed hers into his.

Qing Rang rarely saw a trace of worry in his own brows, yet now he seemed to hear the ominous winds approaching in his heart.

Something was amiss. Ruoxin, clutching three divine artifacts, was about to rise from her bed. Just as she propped herself up, a wave of dizziness struck, her limbs weakening and collapsing once more.

It was said that the blood of the Korlan Oracle possessed miraculous effects. Precisely because it was so rare, it often attracted covetous hearts with ill intent. Thus, the identity of the oracle in Korlan was always closely guarded, known only to members of the royal family.

Three days later, San Guan City gradually began to interact with Mountain City, though the Xu family was naturally displeased. After all, a city had appeared out of nowhere, with tens of thousands gathering—who wouldn't feel uneasy about that?

Ji Xiyan was in the living room, vainly painting her toenails red, watching as the two children stormed out in a huff.

He picked up his phone and called the projection room assistant, instructing him to play the first video on the USB drive.

Xi Xichen lowered her eyes, the blush on her cheeks slowly fading, once again used as cannon fodder by her ex-husband. It was hard not to feel hurt.

"According to reports, the Empire of Kast has suffered an attack by the Demon Race. The Silver Wolf unit is all but destroyed! The Blade unit has also collapsed, and other forces, even if rallied, amount to barely over a hundred thousand soldiers! These hundred thousand troops cannot leave the city en masse—so what will they use to fight us?

As she spoke, Song Qin shifted her gaze, a bit guilty, but quickly regained her composure, sidling up to Li Xiuzhen and tempting her with the benefits of staying in Feng City.

Ye Xianglun glanced sideways as his opponent’s musical blade swept past, barely slicing the grass and trees. He no longer felt uncertain, and began to actively channel his own musical power to meet his opponent head-on. Their musical forces crashed amid the foliage.

When it came to washing vegetables, An Wan could barely allow others to help, but when it came to chopping and cooking, she would never let anyone else interfere.

"Not necessarily. Besides your eldest brother, your second brother Jiang Huanqin should know as well," Shi Luosheng replied confidently.

After making arrangements for everyone, Shi Luosheng stayed two more days at Elephant Lake before returning to Jianye with Liu Zixuan.

The result was utterly unexpected for me and those seated nearby, who all remarked, in unison, that I had become much more talkative.

Lord Jiang still wore a smile, but the vigilance in his eyes was unmistakable. As he spoke, he subtly shifted the conversation toward Su Yue, implying that Qin Jing’an’s pursuit of beauty had led to incompetence.

This outcome allowed the rest of the class to finally set aside their worries and nerves, each walking onto the competition stage with newfound confidence.

Or perhaps, in their eyes, all disciples of the Lily Sacred Sect were weak? Could one of us take on many?

Ye An hadn’t noticed before, but now realized that the list contained only medical data related to her own body.

Ye Lingtian turned his head slightly and glanced at Mu Zha Fengzhu, who lay dying on the ground, his thoughts drifting back to more than two months ago.

Du Sang nearly jumped straight off the wooden board; his eyes, which had never shone so brightly since Xiao Qiu’s death, now gleamed with unprecedented light.

The continent she inhabited was dotted with many countries, most equally matched in strength, yet all sought to consolidate their power through marriage alliances.

Now, Wang Lun knew the Qian family had fallen on hard times. Qian Rong and Gu Fengying lived together in the flat that once belonged to Qian Dayong.

Li Xiaodi stepped forward in surprise, picking up the stone for a closer look, only to discover it was indeed a fragment of the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Coffin—this object was truly here.

Ye Lingtian had never casually imparted his medical skills to anyone; after all, to teach medicine, one must choose someone with virtue.

Yun Xiaotian, though free-spirited and often wandering, would never sit idle when his family was in peril. It seemed the Yun family could weather their crises only thanks to Yun Xiaotian’s connections and silent support.

Xiao Ci’s hands were deft; while Lin Lu managed two hundred, Xiao Ci had already completed over three hundred.

Two streams of cold spiritual power surged forth, quickly suppressing the flames on Wang Lu’s body. Even so, Wang Lu was already gravely wounded.

Yet those seven disciples were clearly highly cultivated; the speed they unleashed was by no means inferior to Lu Qingshan.

“No, they retain only animal instincts—cruel, bloodthirsty, devoid of any thought,” Zhuoma Yangjin replied.

An endless wave of power radiated across a hundred billion miles, yet beyond that range, all remained untouched. Clearly, the Blade God King was shielding the mortal beings.

Addressing Bear, Wang Yan released his divine consciousness and easily located the opponent’s soul, which he snatched effortlessly.