Volume One, Chapter 35: The Ultimate Tug-of-War

"All right, Grandmother, I understand. I will find time in the next couple of days to take Qinqin to the hospital for a thorough checkup. As soon as there is definitive news, I will be sure to let you know immediately."

It was ugly and lacked any luster; most importantly, this was simply not his Sang Ruo. Although it wore the appearance of Julian the Wizard, it was clearly nothing more than a disguise.

"Although I don't know exactly what has happened to you, one thing is certain: you have ascended to immortality. As for your master, he might just be some powerful figure from the divine realm, like the Jade Emperor or the Queen Mother," Wang Zhanli speculated.

The moment Furnival entered, a dangerous red light appeared on the Abyss Academy's monitor.

Captain Zhang did not waste words. He had the authority to require the suspect to cooperate with sample collection for testing. Two of his subordinates pinned Zhou Dabin down, took a blood sample, and immediately sent it for analysis.

Lu Zhang flicked his sleeves and left. Chancellor Jiang realized from the Emperor's gaze that the monarch believed there were those in the outer court supporting the conspirators, and that he and his colleagues were all under suspicion.

Zhou Jianan revealed a look of joy. In an instant, the ghostly aura surrounding her body dissipated significantly, and her delicate face even faintly hinted at the beauty she possessed in life.

A silver longsword, smooth as a mirror and shaped like a crescent moon, was drawn from the Nether Realm.

Money was no longer very important to Wen Yiming. Now, everything was done through bartering; if one wanted to obtain blended incense, they had to trade materials for it. He had recently expanded his connections, and now that the bait had been cast, he was simply waiting for the moment of harvest.

"With all due respect to the Prefecture Lord, it was Sister Xianhun who entrusted them to come and assist..." Gongsun Wuchang lowered his head and said.

Duanmu Zhige recalled the dream she had with Lin Yue and everything they had experienced before—how he had protected her in the Illusion Mist Forest and seized the Spirit-Breaking Pill for her.

Just like the relationships between Emperor Taizong and Emperor Gaozu, Li Longji and Emperor Ruizong, or the Emperor and the Crown Prince, it was always so elusive and unpredictable.

Under the freezing chill of the Immortal-Eroding Insect, the Dragon-Tiger Sword recoiled with a boom, returning to Zhang Longhu's hand as a trace of biting cold surged from the hilt into his body.

"Hmm, we are approaching the hot air balloon... but it's too far away; we can only see a silhouette," Huo Yuhao said.

Daozai fell to his knees instantly. The short blade in his hand, whether for defense or offense, seemed so futile at this moment.

Bang! A muffled sound exploded in everyone's ears. Those with weaker cultivation suffered internal injuries, their eyes bleeding and glazing over. As everyone waited in anxious suspense, the crisp sound of a mirror shattering followed.

Who was Wang Ju? How could a mere eighth-rank position satisfy him? Fortune or disaster, one had to forge their own path. He did not favor the Princess Regent, but instead favored the current Crown Prince; under the pretext of expressing gratitude, he managed to squeeze his way into the Eastern Palace.

"Causing trouble? What do you mean by that? I am doing my job as usual," Director Zhou said with a chuckle. He couldn't quite figure out why Young Master Fang was targeting this foreign beauty.

"Smell this piece of clothing carefully again. Is there any unusual scent?" Qin Yu pointed to one of the garments.

Afterward, Ye Chen carefully investigated the memory fragments that appeared in his mind, seeking to understand the origins of the Ancient God Dao Tian in detail.

The encirclement in the arena had reached its final stages. Although everyone left at this point possessed relatively high cultivation, the disparity in numbers, combined with the fact that they could not use lethal force, meant that the couples could no longer hold out. More than half had already been captured.

It was only because of the Great War between Immortals and Demons in the ancient era, which ultimately destroyed the ancient teleportation arrays, that the Shenlong Continent lost its connection with Earth.

I thought I would be so nervous that I would wet my pants, but when it was actually my turn to speak, my heart began to grow calm—steadily, peacefully calm. That is right; my heart began to settle down of its own accord. I find it difficult to know what kind of power could allow me to be this way.