Chapter 40 The Crematorium Opens

The shock that Qin Wu brought to Shi Miao at this moment was beyond description. He looked like an immortal banished from the moon, exuding a subtle, god-like aura filled with unspeakable awe.

About twenty minutes later, Meng Xiran stood at the entrance of the studio as promised. Looking at this environment that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a sense of peace involuntarily welled up in her heart.

However, the moment he turned around, Xie Yeyu fired another beam of light, instantly blowing up the back thruster of the Magic Rider.

Meng Xiran was on this side, and though her exact stance remained unknown, Shi Miao longed to check on her, yet lacked the courage to do so.

After hanging up Ren Jian's call, the initial wave of passion between the two subsided, and Gao Ming resumed driving. For a while, neither spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

One of them stood up. His figure reached an astonishing three meters tall, covered in thick fur like a wild man, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared fixedly at the group.

When Wang Jiu solemnly introduced himself as the loose cultivator Zhao Xinyu from Jinwu and went to knock on the city lord's mansion, Shen Qingming and the others, hiding in the distant street corner to watch, felt utterly despairing.

"I remember we arranged brothers outside. How on earth did you manage to just waltz in like this?" the burly man asked.

"But what if I just want to act recklessly?" Xue Fei panted heavily, looking at Ouyang Jinxiu as if she were a piece of meat he couldn't wait to devour.

"I've made a fortune today..." The man couldn't help laughing out loud the moment he stepped out of the hospital gates.

The parasitic poison was extremely potent. Once it was drawn out, Yunge could no longer hold on and fainted. Taoyao prescribed another blood-nourishing formula, and Chu Yan personally fed it to her. After all this ordeal, she looked much weaker and had yet to wake up.

Chu Tianqiu had long since released the Clear Mist Sword to lead the way. The sword light dragged a long tail glow, descending like a shooting star as it carried the three of them straight down.

"This is all my men—a full one hundred and five people. You surely don't think you can wipe us out with just your thirty-odd people, do you?" Wang Linshi taunted.

Although Z had terminated my contract, they paid the breach-of-fee in full without holding back, compensating me with over half a year's salary. I figured that Master Li Meng must have put in a lot of effort to help me fight for this hard-earned benefit. After paying off the remaining balance on the Omega, there was practically nothing left in my bank account, just a few pocket change numbers.

After some conversation, the whole family learned that Yu Xiaojie had successfully cultivated spiritual power by replacing meridians with his bloodline, prompting another round of sighs. When they heard that Yu Xiaojie already possessed the strength of a level-five meridian-breaking spiritualist, Yu Changlong couldn't help rolling his eyes—he was only at level-eight meridian-breaking himself. At Yu Xiaojie's rate of progress, he believed it wouldn't be long before he was surpassed.

A piercing, frozen chill flashed through his deep eyes as Jie Zimo walked over to the sofa, sat down, and pulled out a cigarette.

"What is happening to me?" Yu Xiaojie couldn't help asking himself, thick confusion flashing within his starlike eyes.

"Commander Ellis, are you alright?" Seeing Ellis retreat, Lin Hao hurriedly went up to greet him. Earlier, he had advised Ellis not to personally preside over the ceremony; after all, his injuries were only slightly lighter than those of the few who were still unconscious and resting in the carriages. Prolonged exposure to the scorching sun was bound to cause trouble.

Returning to the stronghold, Mujie introduced Jiang Lu to Cao Qiao and Xu Yunchao. A banquet was hosted that very night, where the four of them drank and laughed together, talking all night long and feeling as though they had met too late.

Xiao Yichen did not even blink as he watched Mo Qianxia walk past him with her long, dark, beautiful hair swaying. The stiffness in his body was nothing compared to his shattering heart.

"Hey... You two don't have to show affection so openly, do you? I'm still completely single, so please exercise some restraint in front of me. I really can't take it," she said, carrying her bag as she passed Nangong Yuhan and Tu Baobao, her tone laced with jealousy.

Upon hearing this, though he had heard rumors beforehand, the village chief's heart still skipped a beat. His village had enjoyed peace and tranquility for hundreds of years, yet now it might once again fall victim to the ravages of war at any moment. Thinking of this, he could not help feeling deeply emotional.

When Qingyin uttered the latter sentence, she shifted her gaze toward Jun Luo, glaring at him intensely as if she would devour him alive should he dare disagree.

His hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked loudly. Taking a deep breath, he watched as Mo Qianxia and the others drew closer. Parked nearby was a car—Xiao Yichen's Audi, which Lin Mehhan recognized immediately.

Picking up the Ye Luan sword, he began to practice outside the Shangwu Pavilion. Testing the feel of the sword dance, he felt no sense of unfamiliarity whatsoever; instead, wielding this blade felt even more natural and effortless.

The person tailing the Heaven Gate was naturally Zhang Fan. It turned out he had gone to the supermarket to buy some things that evening when he suddenly sensed someone leaping across the sky above. He followed them all the way until discovering just now that they belonged to the Heaven Gate.

"I knew. Zhou Bolang only told me yesterday. I was a bit surprised too." Gu Yi said this while pulling Gu Qin's waist closer. Shen Xinyu pushed him away and ignored him. Anyway, she remained skeptical of whatever he said—she simply couldn't bring herself to trust him easily.

Metal Bat turned around, panting heavily, and planted his bat into the ground while lifting Zenko up on his shoulder to prevent his adorable little sister from falling off.

Regardless of which sect or faction held it, as long as it caught his eye, he would completely dispense with reason and resort to fighting without another word.

Under the clear moonlight of the night, Old Man Jinlong helped a slightly tipsy Grandpa Fan into the house. The latter felt his head spinning, and the moment he hit the bed, he began to snore loudly.

No matter what type of game was being played or how exquisite one's card skills were, this was bound to be a losing match.

On the left wing of the Western Wei army, the White-Robed Guard had split into two detachments: one designated to flank Gao Aocao's forces, and the other to halt Duan Shao's eight thousand armored cavalry.