Chapter 35: Consummation!

Su Qing looked at Su Wan with confusion.

"You..."

She could not understand why Su Wan, who had been adamantly opposed just a moment ago, had suddenly agreed.

"Are you truly in agreement?"

A smile that did not reach her eyes touched Su Wan’s lips: "As long as you can persuade Qin Yi and he agrees to marry you, then I consent."

Su Qing felt a wave of relief. Comparing herself to Su Wan, she did not believe Qin Yi’s taste could be so poor as to favor a country girl like her. Relying on her own charms, she was determined to stay.

Ordinary cultivators had never witnessed such a desolate place filled with death. To wander for years in a land devoid of spiritual energy and strewn with remains was an absolute torment, and the tempering of one's spirit far exceeded anything imaginable.

Pan Meili sat beside Zhang Guihua, feeling a sense of warmth in her heart. Regardless of the circumstances, being with her own mother was truly comforting.

The Old Ancestor of the Turtle Spirit, seeing that his attitude toward admitting his mistakes was sincere enough, nodded in satisfaction: "Now that I have spoken of the benefits, let me tell you about the drawbacks of this cultivation technique."

Quan Cong’s flattery this time was heartfelt, rather than the fake, pretentious sycophancy he had displayed in the past.

Because of the existence of the Demon God, Black Mist Cave had gathered a vast number of demon clans from within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Lan Muchun looked at Wei Huan, who stood before him looking completely "indifferent." He opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, only two words escaped him.

"Third Uncle, what are you saying? There are naturally people in the camp!" Guan Ping shouted loudly.

With no other choice, they had to make immense wishes and forge profound causal ties before they could finally attain the Dao.

"He even said that a vassal king wants to form an alliance with him, and he is currently considering it." Ta Sang relayed everything his father had told him to Wen Jinyan.

Ye Qingshang was stunned for a moment, but then she felt relieved. Since Nangong Yan'er had previously claimed to come from the heavens, it was highly likely that she had nothing to do with the Demon Sect.

Under her startled gaze, Zhou Cheng lifted his feet and walked toward her. His blood-stained arms made him look like a phantom crawling up from hell. He slowly reached out, wanting to touch Chen Peiyao’s cheek.

Yu Mengmeng was taken aback and touched her still-flat stomach. It had already been six months; why was there still no movement? If not for the fact that she could feel the other heartbeat within her body every day, she would have almost thought she wasn't pregnant at all.

"If you are dissatisfied with those, go and take a look over there. There is a Blood Moon Pavilion ahead; it is the larger one in the square stone area." The collar fell to the ground, revealing the shop door as he pointed to a prominent pavilion in front of him.

Anna had already sealed the hotel hallway with magic potions, ensuring no one would hear the commotion inside the room. Shortly after, the Paladin was seen exiting.

"So, what do you intend to do here?" Encountering an old acquaintance, even if not a close friend, was still quite a pleasant surprise.

In the end, the leaders of the various Black Curtain Demon factions consulted and decided to allow disciples from the Palace Martial Arts era and the Early Martial Arts era to enter.

Compared to Azeroth, Wang Yan’s advantage was that he could concentrate all his military forces to effectively implement a war of annihilation on the Azeroth continent.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu’s mother nodded in despair, just about to agree, when a furious shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Girl! We must return to the old mansion immediately; Grandfather has been hospitalized with a cerebral hemorrhage!" Gu Zichen’s expression was grim. The tone of the servant who had called him gave him a dark premonition.

The passage grew deeper and deeper, until at a depth of about three hundred meters, Wang Xu could finally clearly sense the fluctuations coming from not far away.

They used to have no fixed abode; they used to live on the edge of life and death, never having a settled home. Even in the military, they spent their years out in the field executing missions.

The atmosphere was heavy. The Profound Ice Immortal Sect had lost two consecutive matches, and in particular, the defeat of Li Lianying—hailed as their greatest combatant—by the half-step Dao-attaining Luo Zhen was a devastating blow to their morale.