Chapter 43

“Senior, although I can't say I'm absolutely confident, I can certainly give it a try. But I'll need to finish things here first,” Chen Yi said, preparing to leave for the mountain summit.

“Let's go, junior. Forget about whatever thoughts that thing had,” Li Jianglong called out to Chen Yi, seeing there was nothing more to gain. Just then, the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently, and both men stumbled, unable to keep their balance.

His fist carried such force that the wind pressure could crush everything it touched. His deformed arm was even more formidable, and yet he managed to seize hold, inflicting pain.

Even Kong Lingyue's eyes grew moist, for such genuine emotion was truly moving.

Su Ni was notorious for causing trouble; if he had accepted Su Ni's invitation back then, he would be in deep trouble now.

Suddenly, the sensation of plummeting vanished. Hong Tian quickly mustered his strength and stabilized his body. At once, he realized that he and Fei Xuan were in a strange location. In every direction above, countless people hovered in the sky, many already rushing away into the distance.

This even shook Yan Bei’s unwavering faith to its core… There is a destiny beyond comprehension; gods are just three feet above our heads.

This song did not indulge in the clichéd romance so common in popular music nowadays. To most, it was simply pleasant, but to certain entrepreneurs, it was the most beautiful song they’d ever heard.

“This shower gel is nice. It smells wonderful,” Yi Yeyu remarked without much thought.

The leopard was much simpler—both hands transformed into claws, striking out madly, each blow sending the powerful beings of the Demon God Realm flying and knocking dozens of them to the ground.

“Master, wake up, someone from the palace is here!” One of Bao Jinzhong’s trusted servants whispered as he gently roused him.

Li Dong signaled to the group, and everyone nodded in understanding. Together, they slipped off their shoes and hurled them at Li Xiang.

“Go!” The entire convoy began to move, cavalry flanking either side. Bao Er peered through the window, watching as the convoy headed out of the city. When they passed the gate, several guards came forward to ask a couple of questions, then immediately allowed them through, displaying unusual respect.

“Probably two or three days. If anything special comes up, I’ll call you. Rest well and let me know if you need anything,” Lin Feng instructed, preparing to leave.

Just as she was about to speak, her grandmother tugged her hand from behind. Lin Mei had no choice but to swallow her words.

Qian Ni didn’t believe it, but knew better than to push too far. She smiled and relaxed her grip, allowing Sheng Yi Yu’s hand to venture deeper, growing bolder, his breath thick with liquor as he pressed for a kiss.

Qin Yang, determined to investigate Yin Tianyang’s next move without alerting him, released a simple barrier to protect the condemned prisoners and took no further action.

Master Sheng Guang spoke, and suddenly waved his hand. In every direction of this world, dazzling light flashed across massive talismans, raining beams of radiance upon all those lying in the sea of flowers.

Take the Chiwen Dragon Lord, for example—he spent countless ages refining the essence of the Sky Jade Crystal, forging it into the ancient Dragon Mansion, turning it into a crystal cave.

When the burly man rushed over to fight, the followers hurried to intervene. No one noticed as a slip of paper slid from Mei Yan’s sleeve and landed in the basket the man used for roast chicken.

He kept repeating his guilt, muttering that Jiang Guanqing had mental issues, begging the emperor to summon the imperial physician for her.

The male doctor’s wife seemed unwell and couldn’t be left alone, so he grit his teeth and brought her along.

This sermon, the Master of Tongtian focused on spells and formations, all meant for combat. Clearly, after leaving Kunlun Mountain, he still harbored resentment toward the Celestial Sect, determined to keep his own sect suppressing them, so he could gain favor with the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

On the cockpit of the Pipi Shrimp, Guan Yu stood with hands behind his back, radiating authority as he faced the three young men before him.

“Lu Huaizhi and Xia Ran’s affair has been exposed. The PR department can’t contain it anymore. What do you think we should do…” The assistant’s tone was anxious, her heart frantic.

Xia Ran, seeing this, felt a surge of jealousy—why should Yan Ning receive the old master Lu’s attention?

When she heard that he had been completely misunderstood with Xia Ran, Lu Huaizhi could no longer endure it and stepped out from behind the curtain.

Xiang Wan stiffened—Lu Zhengxi, the sixth son, had helped her yesterday to fend off Su Xian, whom she didn’t want to see. Why wasn’t he helping with Geng Youyi now?

Checking into the J Hotel, the tallest building in Ming City, she arranged for the brand to deliver fresh clothes and her preferred toiletries to the presidential suite.

Xiao Yan did not disappoint. At such a young age, he mastered the manipulation of foreign fire. With the help of Elder Yao, he successfully refined an Earth Lotus Seed, deepening his synergy with the Green Lotus Core Flame.

With those words, Li Mu slowly closed his eyes, awaiting Qin Ce’s final judgment—fortune or calamity, what’s meant to be cannot be avoided.