Chapter 26

Gao Xiangwan had initially intended to play tricks on them, to conjure a bit of mischief and scare them, but when she met Huayue’s tearful eyes, her own throat tightened and she could not utter a word. Anran finally stopped; her feelings remained tumultuous, while Tiange was breathing lightly and did not press Anran for any answer. Bathed in the spiritual radiance of the ancient tower, everything shone with a gentle luster—the refined emerald gardens, the graceful blossoms. Anran rested her head on Tiange’s shoulder.

Watching Qin Xuan retreat from the city walls after the assault, his expression calm, he was seized by a desire to tear him apart.

If someone is assigned to follow a person only at special times, it’s surely for their protection. But if someone is sent daily, the nature of it changes entirely.

"Mr. Long Er, I’m not acting out of impulse when I request to compete with him again."

Shu Xiaoying was puzzled by how Duan Jian managed to appear near her without anyone noticing, unable to understand the mystery.

Hong Li was considering his next move when he suddenly noticed her whispering to Chen Liang behind his back and passing him a dagger. Unable to resist, he forced his weary body to approach.

She immediately dared not speak, but Fu Zhuoliu formed another spell, and with a flash of spiritual power, a crisp sound rang out—the silver bell at her waist shattered into pieces.

But Gao Xiangwan was still so dizzy from his kiss that she didn’t know when she’d been brought to the bed.

"What brings you here?" she asked, sitting gracefully in the top seat, her composure as poised as ever, though her face was pale, betraying a hint of illness.

It was as if a well-behaved kindergartner, caught doing something wrong by their teacher, suddenly displayed intense anxiety and fear.

Yu Yuehui seemed as if he’d just awakened from a dream; in just a short while, the situation had changed multiple times, nearly leaving him bewildered.

"The Chosen One?" Mu Yuncheng was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the carrot, then shook his head: "I don’t know what this ‘Chosen One’ you speak of means." No wonder the carrot called him the mad rabbit—his words were beyond comprehension.

Then someone helped them down from the carriage, leading them forward for about a hundred steps, then turning and walking another hundred.

Withdrawing his hand, midsummer scratched his head awkwardly, staring at the notorious troublemaker of the palace—the one who’d even dared strike the crown prince when provoked. How could he have a moment of embarrassment now?

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August in the capital’s Great Wall was a sea of people. As the old saying goes: "He who has not climbed the Great Wall is not a true hero." Visiting the capital, Tiananmen, the Forbidden City, and the Great Wall are must-see attractions.

Qin Ming suddenly smiled; his clothes stirred without wind, and his long hair billowed upward, strand after strand.

The instant the broken blade plunged into the sea of fire, it melted into liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye, pouring down beneath the flames.

Chuku, the bandit near Liangcheng, was known to her. She’d suggested that Wei Yunjv try to recruit him, but had never succeeded.

"If you wish to return safely to your world, I advise you to listen obediently to the king," the judge threatened Hua Wu fiercely, while the Third Princess sat nearby, lips curled, silent.

"It’s not that I wish to discourage us in favor of others, but our navy was formed too recently. Our naval combat capabilities have always been lacking, and our true combat power is likely far from satisfactory," Zhao Hao shook his head, his tone tinged with disappointment.

Lin Wei had expected the two formal sorcerers to bring him into the ‘Tower’, since the fragments of the sacred pearl were enshrined there.

Lin Wei had once tried to probe Herrick’s memories, but failed. Within Herrick’s memory zone, a powerful membrane blocked Lin Wei’s mental exploration—even the intelligent sphere’s core was covered by an unknown magnetic field.

"Young master, may I ask what brings you here?" She repeated the question that the emperor had just asked him, word for word.

Feng Yi looked over and discovered among the pile of flesh some shards of glass, bits of electronic components, and a mangled plastic casing, barely recognizable.

For a moment, Lin Wei seemed to follow an invisible chain and glimpse the upstream bloodline’s existence.

He stood there for a full five minutes, watching himself unaffected. He was almost certain the photo’s radiation was completely isolated by the drawer. As long as he didn’t foolishly open it, he would not fall into a manic state again.

Today on the plane, safety was assured; even if something was stolen, an escape mid-flight was impossible. Qin Bin slept peacefully, reassured by the first-class passengers’ refined manners—no risk of theft existed.

His half-baked "Iron Palm Water Strider" technique required external plug-ins to replenish his inner strength, making his moves much slower.

Blown by the wind along the road, Sea God Yitai suddenly remembered he had an important appointment he could not miss if he simply walked away.

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As for direct transmission of cultivation, everyone knew this method was impossible.

"Shut up." Dugu Chunyu gave Lei Dong no chance to explain. "You—you’ve ganged up to bully Treading Snow. None of you are good people." She finished, then hugged Treading Snow and cried.

As he sent out the transmission talisman, his figure rose into the air, flying southeast. A few breaths later, a transmission talisman returned, flashing before him.

The invitation flew out; the owner was already dead. Everyone felt for Xiang Shisan, the first to emerge: surviving was achievement enough.

Now, with Terminator-world robot technology, the bizarre gadgets from Pirate King’s world, the bloodline limits from Naruto’s world, the mutant bloodlines from the world of princes, and all sorts of lineages from the Marvel universe.

"No, you go ahead." As expected, Fox Ling’er had no intention, still cradling the demon core in her hands, not even looking up.

At the center, clad in golden armor, stood the Grand General Qin Feng. At his sides were the four vanguards and four martial generals of wood, water, earth, and fire.

"Clang!" The katana timely blocked Cloud’s sword, using the power of obsidian talent to sweep his blade aside.

Fu Hu’s words were apt—were it not for the trouble at the Wu family, Ye Zhuo would not have met any elder-level figures except Elder Jiang of the Hall of Law and Martial Arts.

Black sword light swept over, engulfing his body; under the terrifying force, he was instantly obliterated.

His million-dollar luxury gemstone ring was outdone by Cheng Wushuang’s seemingly black, shabby ring, filling him with suppressed anger.

"My request is simple: a live broadcast, global in scope. Don’t tell me you can’t do it," Song You said.

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