Chapter 37

An Ran was the same age as her. Had these events not transpired, she would have already been a wife; even without a formal wedding, they had effectively lived together for a year.

A surging pressure radiated from him, growing increasingly powerful, as if it could shake the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon.

Hai Xinlan trembled all over, her face pale as she let out a desperate roar. At this moment, she was filled with regret: why had she ever provoked a malevolent star like Jian Chen?

Any one of the people here, if they were to walk out, would be a figure capable of shocking the entire Southern Ocean. These were the gods of the Heavenly Matriarch Sect—the living, existing gods.

He had missed five years of her life. If he could, he wanted to visit every place she had ever lived.

Ye Sheng glanced across the courtyard and walked straight to the stone table. He sat down, poured himself a cup of water, and began to sip it calmly. Xu Fengze sheathed his long sword and sat down opposite him.

This did not make Luo Liyan feel flattered in the slightest; instead, she felt that she was probably not far from meeting her end.

"I don't know where Susu is. When the Crown Prince and I went to see her yesterday, she was still in her cradle," Zhan Qingyi replied urgently, offering repeated explanations.

"Let’s hurry to the city gates to assemble and hear Commander Titch's instructions." Beidou knew that time could not be wasted and quickly urged everyone to head to the city walls to await orders.

His voice was loud and carried a sense of authority, compelling those present to look up at Tang Zhong.

Watching Yi Fan’s hesitation and conflicted expression, the Matchmaker felt a pang of anxiety. Could the situation be even more serious than he had imagined? He began to consider whether to borrow the pagoda from King Li to throw the mortal in and torment him, or simply seek help from that most violent Victorious Fighting Buddha.

At this moment, inside the pillar of light, Tang Zhong gritted his teeth. His skin was enduring the excruciating pain of being torn apart—a sensation that was truly life-threatening. Yet, he held on.

"Haha, that is only natural. The Northern Alliance will depend on all of you to strive together in the future." Although Beidou could not fathom Old Liang’s true thoughts, he still shook his hand in a friendly gesture.

Actually, Titch had largely guessed Beidou’s thoughts after seeing him contemplate for so long. While he felt it was a pity, there was no need to force it; after all, Beidou had already made too many contributions to the Allied Forces.

Yan Mumu wanted to speak, but after a moment of thought, she felt that what Wen Ran said also made sense, so she remained silent.

"Bow to each other as husband and wife." Qi Yuhan, having no more attachments, turned to Qingyi, ready to bow. Qingyi’s heart hammered like a drum. Seeing the man before her pause slightly after hearing these words, she felt a flicker of fear. But when she saw him preparing to bow, she finally set her heart at ease and began to bow as well.

Hearing the other party’s words, Ichigo Kurosaki was momentarily stunned, thinking of someone he had met before but never truly fought.

Returning home, I had expected Fat Ball to be there, but unfortunately, I did not see his spherical figure.

Originally, the Chu people here would still long for the King of Chu and the State of Chu even after being unified by the Qin State. Only then could the Xiang family escape to the east of the Yangtze River and lead the local youth to sweep across the Central Plains.

The poor old lady had never had a moment of rest in her entire life. When the Eldest Princess sent her back, she had hoped that once the illness was cured, she could spend her remaining years in peace.

Jiang Xuezeng left, feeling deeply uneasy. Upon returning to his office, he immediately summoned Deputy Captain Cai Xiaobo.

Tang Ling did not quite understand the thoughts of her roommate; at times, she even felt that Lin Yawen was going too far.

Even a great immortal could not bring back my soul, so whether I drank the soul-confusing water or not made little difference to me.

Zhu Xiang used a cloth strip to make a net, holding the semi-solid soap inside; it served as a makeshift bath puff.

Logically speaking, such an occasion was a family banquet, and calling him "Uncle Jian" would not have been inappropriate. But facing a high-ranking official who governed an entire province, the intangible aura of authority he projected made them subconsciously use his official title.

Palace servants entered with trays bearing a scroll-like painting. As it slowly unfurled, it stunned the crowd once again.

She sent a few unfamiliar maidservants to deliver a message to Xie Jin'an. After hesitating for a long time, she also had Mother Qing bring a letter to the Ninth Prince.

He took a wooden box from the highest shelf of the cabinet. It was carved with exquisite patterns; the box itself was extraordinary, making the contents within all the more anticipated.

A series of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Lin Family Head. The next moment, his body moved, and he vanished directly from his own courtyard.

"That goes without saying. When I, this immortal, take action, it brings heaven crashing down and turns the seas upside down. To say it is 'powerful' is an understatement!" Ye Yang waved his hand nonchalantly.

Ever since he had joined the Xuanxian Sect, although he harbored resentment toward Qiu Daoren, he held no animosity toward the others in the sect. He remembered that when it came to the matter of his master’s soul returning to the ancestral temple, Jiang Zaiqian had fought for justice. Bearing this in mind, Xie Gongbao felt he had to express some doubt and clarify the matter before reaching a conclusion.

"Our two sects are as close as lips and teeth, sharing both fortune and disaster. What are you talking about!" Ruan Mengying said.

Upon hearing this, Nun Du wore a look of pride and explained, "The transformation of sword qi into spirit means that one’s internal energy, honed through cultivation, has reached an exquisite and profound level. Having fully grasped the essence of sword intent, one enters this stage... Every blade of grass and every tree can serve as a sword! And oneself, too, becomes a sword!"

"Success!" Mu Feng’s attention was focused on the right side. Although he continued along the left path, his speed was inadvertently slowed down.

"Fine!" Although Feinia was reluctant, there was nothing to be done; it was currently a three-to-one vote. He had no choice but to carry out the mission.

"Get out!" Guan Qing let out an angry shout. He flicked his right sleeve, and all the ghosts clawing in front of him vanished completely, leaving not even a shadow. Only then did Guan Qing clearly see exactly what had emerged from the darkness.