53 Pursuing My Wife

Though only temporary, personally experiencing the Dao of the Sages proved to be of boundless benefit to Yun Yi. The three great divine arts within his body—诛仙 (Slaying Immortals), 斩灵 (Severing Spirits), and 镇魔 (Suppressing Demons)—instantly deepened a hundredfold.

While unconscious, they faintly sensed something speaking, but the language was entirely incomprehensible to them.

"Everyone rest in place! No other noises are permitted! Squad Mike is responsible for perimeter security, and all members of Squad Levi, switch to the Third-Generation Night-Hawk Vertical Maneuvering Equipment and scout up to the summit!" Hange waved a hand, cutting off further hesitation as they lowered their voice to give the order.

In the year 2500 of the Dark Gate Era, the dwarves awoke and, guided by the "Prophet," settled in the snowy mountains southwest of Uldaman. They named this land Khaz Modan.

The Dark Elves cared nothing for the lives of Earthlings; indeed, even the living beings of the Nine Realms were given no regard by them.

Silver Fang could not help biting her lip tightly, but in the end, just like every time before, she kept her innermost thoughts unspoken.

Clearly, this was the effect of powerful spells. An extremely fierce battle must have taken place here earlier, ultimately producing everything before their eyes.

As for how New York would handle the aftermath and how Director Fury would account to the Security Council, that was another matter entirely.

As the dream progressed, the protagonist gained a faint understanding, yet had not yet lifted the veil covering the secret. Perhaps when the clouds parted to reveal the moon, looking back suddenly, one would realize their former ignorance.

As for Yun Yi's request, Chang Kong naturally had no reason to refuse, yet inwardly he was secretly astonished. When Yun Yi first arrived at Kunlun City, his vitality level was merely 3. Yet in just over half a year—with the scenes of back then still vivid in his mind—Yun Yi was now about to break through to the Nebula tier, ranking among the absolute elite of humanity. It was simply incredible.

His momentum had surged from the early First-Tier to the mid First-Tier. With a light swing of the sword in his hand, several deep trenches appeared upon the ground.

Having not been entirely satisfied after making love with Zi'er last night, he returned directly to his chambers and had his personal maid serve him once more.

She was simply a femme fatale, the kind of stunner that made any man yearn to pin her beneath him and ravish her at first sight.

"I was merely asking to see if my personal maid has been wronged by me," Wang Caijun said, flashing Xihua a mischievous smile.

Since the New Year was fast approaching, the rice noodle shop belonging to Ye Feiji's family had suspended operations. Early that morning, she, her sister, and her mother made New Year rice cakes. Staying at her house for the New Year, I helped her father clean the house. In the afternoon, her entire family went out to buy New Year goods, new clothes, shoes, several boxes of apples, a large bundle of sugarcane, a big bag of red melon seeds, and various candies.

Those people began lowering the coffin into the pit, and then started shoveling earth back in. Throughout the process, they neither burned incense nor lit candles, let alone set off firecrackers—altogether exceedingly bizarre.

This prosperous hub from a millennium ago had been reduced to utter ruin beneath the merciless wheels of history. Although it had now become a tourist attraction, it still retained a sense of lingering desolation.

A murderous glint flashed rapidly across Helian Ling's delicate face. Although Duanmu Ming had lowered her tier, she was still at the peak of the Fifth Tier, whereas Jun Qiansha was merely at the peak of the Fourth Tier.

"Reporting to Master, I do not know," Ye Chen said, slightly lowering his head. As a slave who had wandered, fled for his life, and languished in dark dungeons, how could he possess any refined appreciation for lotus flowers?

Seeing Wu Hua's nervous expression, Zhou Huaming grew even more curious about what he had gone off to do that morning. However, since Wu Hua was unwilling to speak, Zhou Huaming stopped pressing him; whenever Wu Hua wanted to talk about it, he would naturally tell him.

It turned out that calling the Zhengyi Sect the number one under heaven was actually inaccurate. Because the Zhengyi Sect advocated active involvement in worldly affairs, they forged a resounding reputation and came to be regarded as the greatest under heaven; strictly speaking, they were merely the foremost of the secular world.

Hearing this, the people in the audience remained emotionally stirred for a long time. Everyone was thinking that the Taiyi Sect, revered as one of the three great paths under heaven, merely possessed a glorious exterior, while harboring dangers and crises hidden beneath the surface.

Feigning being startled awake, she grabbed the King Yue Sword, snatched it right back, and conveniently took back the jade hairpin and jade pendant as well. Without a second thought, she continued pouring the wine: "Bottoms up!"

Early the next morning, mild sunlight bathed the courtyard. Having not seen such soft and warm sunlight for months, Xiao Yang rose early, bathing in the gentle warmth of early spring.

Leng Yue's eyes also began to bloodshot from prolonged overuse, until her entire eyeballs were covered in red veins, making her look exceptionally terrifying.

Looking at Liu Mei's agitated appearance, Wu Hua remained unmoved. Though he didn't truly intend to dismiss Liu Mei, letting her feel some anxiety would make her more mindful so she could improve in the future.

He Qidi departed while muttering under his breath. Even though words of complaint tumbled from his lips, he silently offered his support in his heart, knowing full well that some matters were beyond his interference.

The Prince of Jin nodded secretly. Though congee was plain and tasteless, as long as it filled the stomach, that was enough. As for the expression on Nanny Xu's face, the Prince knew at a glance that the medicine had likely taken effect. Seeing her master suffer such torment, it was only natural for a loyal servant acting as a bondservant to feel indignant within.

The shrill shrieks grew louder and louder. Under the physician's administration of medicine, the baby finally crowned, yet still refused to be born.

As for Princess Yueling, she was utterly devastated, her complexion even paler than before as her lifeless gaze stared toward the doors and windows.

"Whoosh—" A dark shadow lunged directly at me from behind its rear end. Before I could recover my senses, I was slammed fiercely by that dark shadow.

I believed in the deep bonds of brotherhood, and Damao, Zhang Baoqiang, Ergou, Zhang Qi, and Zhang Haoyong none of them had failed me.