Chapter 42

By noon, the people from Kunlun had not yet appeared. Instead, snowflakes began to flutter down, immediately followed by a howling gale.

He had not expected such a story to exist. Though surprised, it seemed hardly worth mentioning.

Having left the Motiye plane, Du Qianjie was considering which direction to fly. At that moment, four towering figures suddenly appeared before him—four massive Bandit-Scale Demonic Apes blocking his path, every single one of them at the Star-Selecting Realm.

Song Chen spoke once more. He glanced at the fellow, a trace of sorrow flashing deep within his eyes, as if to say, please stop making such a meaningless fuss. No matter how much you recklessly persist, it always ends in futility anyway. Convinced of their inevitable failure, they felt compelled to prepare themselves accordingly.

Song Chen's gaze was so deeply affectionate, yet tinged with a hint of decadence and despair, that it felt utterly suffocating. His extreme expression stirred a faint pang of heartache.

Lin Yi slowly parted his feet into a bow stance, his hands positioned one in front of the other, his eyes filled with hostility.

Outwardly, Fu Yongshan was voluntarily conceding to Tang Feng, while also projecting the image of a sensible and courteous Lianyun Society to the rest of the world.

And so, their mutual attacks resumed, this time much more thoroughly. Soon, personnel from both sides entered the fray successively, with Zheng Sanjun and Qian Qianyi joining forces to counter Zhao Nanxing and his disciples.

At this glance, among Chen Fan and his companions, only Zhao Ting was at the Nirvana Realm, while the others were still suppressing their cultivation at the Divine Ability Realm without breaking through.

Today they were driving Dr. Wang's car again, a German sedan worth two to three hundred thousand, mainly to keep a low profile. Otherwise, parking a multi-million-dollar luxury car over there would be far too eye-catching, especially if Tang Mengying's classmates happened to spot it and let their imaginations run wild.

Then one day, no one knew what had happened, but the master suddenly shut himself away behind closed doors, and the entrance to his dwelling was sealed by a massive iceberg.

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In the days that followed, Xia Feng and the others arranged a funeral for Ren Bin, burying him near the Taiqing Palace. Diaochan became exceptionally silent, weeping bitterly every day, while Xia Feng and the others took turns keeping her company.

"I don't recognize a single plant here." After standing in a daze for a long time, Chu Yun finally uttered this piece of nonsense.

The walls and bed in the room were covered in blood. Shen Yu knelt half-crested on the floor, her left hand clutching her abdomen. Her stomach and hands were smeared with blood, her right hand supporting her weight on the ground. Her previously cute and somewhat childish pajamas were stained crimson with blood.

"My heart has been resisting all along, truly resisting the whole time. Why won't you believe me... Do you despise me now? Do you not want me anymore?" Grievous tears silently flooded her face.

"Hmph, would I covet those paltry things of yours?" Wang Jun had already taken whatever he needed; why would he want anything else?

The Four Saints Sect disciples sealing the perimeter were low-rank God-Slaying Masters, and many had already died during Tong Xuanyun's breakout. How could they possibly stop the two even stronger individuals? They cried out in panic, calling for reinforcements.

Seeing him in a daze and grinning foolishly with drool trickling down, Diaochan couldn't help but nudge him and ask, "Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? Did you go foolish again?" She was genuinely worried, considering Xia Feng used to have a dull mind.

Transforming into a mist-like form, Wang Jun flew toward the Island nation's warship. In this mist form, he would avoid detection by their warships, though his movement speed would be significantly reduced. Nevertheless, Wang Jun chose this method because he could not afford to expose his identity.

Refined salt that was far superior to green salt was specially described in terms of its appearance, noting that it was fine, snowy white, and possessed a delicate fragrance.

Madam Wu had someone calculate an auspicious date, which was originally set for April 22nd. However, unable to bear his impatience, someone forcefully lopped off the "twenty" and changed it to the second of the fourth month.

Jinqing's resentful voice reached an extremely high pitch, echoing in the clean, clear sky and reverberating within the minds of the listeners.

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The pagoda hummed, followed by the release of a seven-colored radiance, resembling a dazzling, luminous sphere of shifting light that dazzled the eyes. After trembling a few times, the pagoda began to expand at an astonishing speed, growing to a height of seventy or eighty zhang within a few breaths.

At the level of tier-seven beasts and above, possessing intelligence, they were no longer creatures driven solely by the instinct to kill. They had social interactions, and for the sake of advancing their cultivation, they frequently exchanged cultivation methods with one another, differing very little from human cultivators.

Damn it, while the front still had a few tattered strips of fabric providing cover, the fabric right over the cheeks of my buttocks had been completely worn away.

Surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces in the classroom, she felt completely out of her depth. Where on earth had Qian'ai and the others vanished to?

Xiao Ming said, "Let's go!" The two immediately leaped down from the boulder and bolted toward the peak of the mountain. To return to where they had parked, they first had to reach the summit and then loop down the front slope.

After the afternoon preparatory bell rang, Lin Xiaoxiao noticed that a fair number of students still seemed to be missing from the class.

"Mr. Bite, I hope you will inform me before your next operation. Acting like this makes it far too easy to startle the enemy!" In the chairman's office of Tianlong Corporation, Lin Jiaolong said to Bite with some dissatisfaction.

Although Guan Yan offered an explanation, Xuang naturally could not easily believe that the young gentleman before him, who had yet to reach thirty, was the reigning Grand Commandant, a man above all others except one.

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