Volume 1, Chapter 39: Breaching the Outer Turrets

He crossed his legs with elegance, tapping his slender fingers against his knee. Though only twenty-five, he possessed the cold, mature aura of a man in power. In life, he had sought help everywhere to no avail, and after a dozen divorce hearings, the outcome remained the same. Sima Ji said nothing from the sidelines; he was, at most, merely a spy placed beside Imperial Princess Laifu. After all, the poison Lady Shao had fed him had already seeped into his marrow; not even the immortals could save him now.

The atmosphere in the room felt stagnant, like a great fire extinguished by a sudden downpour, leaving only the scent of smoke in its wake. Bo Zhenzhen was bursting with suppressed fury and was about to vent it regardless of her image, but her mother's words instantly silenced her. "Wanyu? I remember now. Isn't she a former child star? She's also a composer—very talented." They had not forgotten the cries of "monster," the inch-by-inch torment, and how the despair had accumulated bit by bit.

Upon learning this, Yi Zhu felt much more at ease. She no longer hid behind the door and simply headed toward the front hall. Si Moyan kept his eyes closed; sweat had soaked his clean temples and his crisp white shirt. Tan Yazhi merely glanced at him coldly, walked woodenly to the dining table to sit, and mechanically picked up her bowl and chopsticks to eat.

She could not help but follow his gaze, and when she caught sight of the faint marks on the beige bedsheets, her face flushed with a renewed heat that had only just begun to fade. Lin Xiu frowned but did not reproach her; if it were him, knowing there were clues regarding Mei Hanyan, he likely would have rushed forward without regard for anything else.

"You weren't this shy last night, but you are now? Heh," Xiao Yiqin chuckled in a low voice. "But there are so many cinemas; I don't know which one the Madam went to," Adjutant Zhao said, troubled.

"Ah!" Hu Qing cried out as the man pulled her onto the horse, seating her in front of Jin Yue. "Junior brother, you've had your fill; how do you feel?" Yun Lin rubbed her hands together, looking at him with a sly, smiling expression. She clearly felt the time was right to get to the main point.

The dark clouds in the sky were as thick as ink, and countless silver serpents twisted and flashed within them. A suffocating pressure radiated from the clouds, filling Fan Chen and his companion with anxiety. "If you want to fight, then let's fight. I’ll see this through to the end," the Demon Concubine declared, not hesitating to meet the blow with her jade palm. After their first clash, both were knocked back, their bodies tense.

Each year, graduates from the Divine Mansion Academy apply to join the five great divine armies, and this year was no exception—there were even more than usual. This was because of the heartening news that, under the leadership of the God Commander, the Divine Realm's army had successfully defeated the Demon Realm's forces and even launched an invasion into the Demon Realm itself.

Ye Nanxi’s sudden interjection surprised Lady Nian, while Madam Wang frowned slightly, and Feng Shiniang cast a cold glance at Ye Nanxi. Perhaps Cheng Yaojin and the others were already accustomed to Chai Shao’s indifferent demeanor and paid it little mind. A mere Heaven Immortal realm expert capable of slaying a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal—who wouldn't think highly of him? If Lin Mu rose to become a Profound Immortal, he could absolutely sweep across the Lower Three Heavens.

"Damn it... ptooey, ptooey..." Hou Tianxiang’s rhythm was completely disrupted by Fang Tianbao’s sudden move. Not only did he lose his footing, but dust even got into his eyes. He waved the steel bar frantically in the air while spitting out dust.

Clones were of no use to a God Venerable; if there were too many, they would only bring a bit of trouble. "Damn it, I finally understand why that fellow named Song Li chose this exact moment to put the tenth-grade demon core up for auction at the Benyun Auction House," Ben Yunjue said, his face full of rage.

It must be said that Zhuge Qingming’s words were quite effective; in less than ten seconds, the passengers scrambled away. High in the distant sky, two divine senses emerged from the massive rift, sensing Lin Feng’s heavenly tribulation.

How much time had passed, he did not know. Ma Gongcheng slowly woke up to find the sky shrouded in darkness. Clearly, a significant amount of time had elapsed. He realized he hadn't moved from his spot, only become covered by a layer of dust. The entire delivery room was filled with a sour, pungent stench—shouldn't they have opened the windows for ventilation?

The manservants were sturdier than Xiang Mudan and could endure a beating, but Zheng Huanjie added a burst of internal energy, sending them scurrying away in terror. One must maintain a firm attitude throughout; any sign of cowardice would be exploited by others. The floor was corroded into pits, emitting wisps of blue smoke... the scene instantly became a mess. Having mastered the Overlord Aura, it had once challenged Tapu Bulu to test its strength.

Gale rushed back to his residence in a panic, digging out medicine, bandages, and alcohol, packing them all together. Minutes later, Arbok came to its senses, realizing the host hadn't signaled it to leave the stage, the audience remained stunned, and the judges had yet to give their critiques. Their mission this time was to deal with the invaders; there was another Chosen One in the same galaxy as Earth.

Just like that, having just left the Federal Prison, Ma Gongcheng and his companions set off on their journey again without a moment's rest. "First, channel all your witch power toward your pupils..." The witch power in Lin Wei’s body, condensed from shadow elemental particles, flowed like a murmuring stream into his eyes. For a moment, he clearly felt his eyeballs swelling.

You Yitian unleashed all the abilities he had honed over the past few days. It felt as if his eyes were about to burst into flames. These people were not truly skilled, but they were adept at gauging the Imperial will and pandering to it. Regardless of the conflict between Xuanmu Island and the Buddhist and Taoist sects, they said, "This is exactly what our Emperor promotes—civilization spreading, and all nations coming to pay homage!"

"Oh, why does the wind blowing from the water feel so chilly? Has it been cleared?" Zhang Shaomin walked over and asked with a sheepish smile. Yet this gentleman, who had long resided in the ancient town south of the Yangtze River outside the city and rarely ventured out in recent years, why had he come to visit today?