Volume 1, Chapter 32: This Time, Her Highness Does Not Wish to Let It Go

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The Situ family was an ancient clan, renowned chiefly for seeking out spirit veins. They had once been known throughout the world as the Spirit-Catching Clan.

No one knew how much time had passed when he suddenly felt his waist pouch grow slightly lighter. He frowned faintly and reached out to touch it.

Bei Ruru nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with curiosity as they settled on Yan Jicheng’s tense face.

Although Huangfu Xiaoyao had always dreamed of becoming a cultivator, he felt deeply ashamed at the thought of draining Huang Ruyao’s cultivation in this way.

Seeing this, Li Qiao connected it with what had happened on the deck earlier and had already more or less figured out what sort of person Shasha really was.

“Damn it, I thought that even if I died, I’d still be a hero eighteen years later. How could I have forgotten about preserving my soul? I’m finished, finished! I’m definitely dead this time!” Lin Tiancheng said dejectedly.

The purple divine radiance resembled the Primordial Purple Qi in some ways, but its might was countless times more terrifying. Space and time had already solidified, while the laws had long since been twisted. Not only was escape impossible, even his true essence had been scattered by the impact. In an instant, Chen Ting felt death descend upon him.

Fu Qingyang recovered from his injuries in the thatched cottage. Then, because he was unfamiliar with the road, it took him a long time to reach this place.

In the darkness, he had already transformed into the form of a qilin. His dark golden eyes remained unblinking as he waited for another opportunity to arrive.

Zeng Zhuo recognized this iconic sight at once, and his body began to tremble faintly.

In the days that followed, the divine and demonic races naturally returned to the tranquility of the past—indeed, to an even deeper peace than before.

The two divine cores were divided into eight portions. The Chaotic-Bodied Demon God dispersed, splitting into the true bodies of eight supreme demon gods, each consuming one portion.

The Divine Tempering Method was indeed miraculous. So long as you could endure it, no matter how exhausted your mind and spirit became during cultivation, sufficient rest would restore you completely, without leaving any lasting damage to your mental power.

“…”

The corner of Dai Hwadong’s mouth twitched slightly. He had thought it was something important.

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Yun Xinyan was somewhat shy as well. After all, she had never imagined that she would one day need Bai Lan to stand up for her.

She had not expected the boat to have reached the shore yet, while those damned people had already crowded together so tightly. Because of his stout build, he tried several times but could not squeeze in, and could only retreat helplessly.

No wonder he had dared to sign a contract and challenge a third-level mage. Had he overestimated himself? Should they recruit someone like him into the Black Scorpion Mercenary Corps? No, better not. Perhaps he had been acting all along, with the aim of joining the Black Scorpion and investigating its background.

Their prominence had already far surpassed that of the other chancellors. Cui Shi was one thing, but even though Xiao Zhizhong held a higher position than them, he could only remain silent and keep a low profile, barely able to take care of himself. How could he possibly contend with them?

“Grandpa Yang, do you mean that the true enemies of Earth are extraterrestrial life-forms?” Qin Yu suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the Elder of Heavenly Secrets.

Chen Shi was in such a state that I felt awkward carrying him to bed, so I had him lie in the bathtub first. Then I pinched my nose and cleaned up Ruirui’s bathroom.

Li Ziyou lightly licked her red lips, filled with anticipation. What would a being as otherworldly as an immortal look like once touched by worldly love?

Ji Xiaocheng crouched beside Jiang Qianrao’s feet and took the initiative to remove the high heels that were practically ruined, tossing them casually to one side.

At that moment, Jiang Baizhi was somewhat confused. She had clearly left a note saying that she had gone on a business trip, so why had Su Ye still called her mother? Had he not received it?

It was now close to noon. A shaft of sunlight slanted down upon a circular platform roughly ten square meters in area. Atop the platform, a handsome, middle-aged man in blue robes sat cross-legged in the sunlight, his eyes tightly shut.

Where Jiang Qianrao could not see, Ji Xiaocheng was also observing her, watching her reaction.

“I’ve given it some thought. Starting now, every team must begin work immediately.” Chen Weibin began assigning tasks.

Lu Ye and the others abruptly turned to look at Lu Jingmo, as though they would rush over the moment she shook her head.

On top of that, he was burdened with worries, so Steward Lin regrettably failed to witness the scene of everyone expressing their gratitude.

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It was Qi Zhao who, after taking his seat and beginning to order the dishes, casually mentioned it in a slightly questioning tone.

The White Tiger Saint Son laughed in fury. Even someone two realms below him now dared to look down on him and treat him with contempt. What had become of this world?

What a load of twisted logic. After You Xizhou finished thinking it over, he simply let him be and leaned against the bed, watching him bustle about. Luo Yishou was quite grateful, of course. The cold night wind was difficult to endure, and although he had racked his brains over the matter countless times, he had never dared put his thoughts into practice. Thanks to Gan Qingsi’s actions today, he could finally enjoy a good night’s sleep.

Still, he more or less understood the reason: his master’s charm was simply too great. This was not the first time such a thing had happened, and he had long since grown accustomed to it.

If this man had never made a move against her—or against the original owner’s father—then there was no harm in helping him.

“Oh, well, this…” Qin Chuan said hesitantly, but at that moment his stomach began to growl loudly.

Gan Xin had deliberately prepared several rooms in the residence opposite Gan Qingsi’s quarters for his friends to stay in. This put Jin Yutang completely at ease. Earlier, he had been somewhat wary of the living corpses, but along the way, many of them had bowed to him. Even if he had been afraid, their friendly manner had long since dispelled it.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Fenghua Juedai and Lu Zhi’ang. Then, as though she had suddenly remembered something, she leaned back against the chair.

Jian Ting had cried as well, but at least he was a man, so his grief was not as unrestrained as Millie’s. With reddened eyes, he walked over and drew Millie into his arms.

As she spoke, she had already led Li Zixin to her room. “You can stay in the empty room opposite mine. I’ll get you a quilt.” She walked to the bottom drawer of the wardrobe and took out a compression bag.

When they saw the thin, somewhat gaunt figure, Tian Guanguang and Song Ke immediately stopped. Why did looking at him make them feel as though he was begging to be beaten?

At the time, he had acted out of selfish motives. If Xiao Zitian had known from the beginning that his so-called fiancée was Luo Xixi, would she still have married him so readily?

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