Chapter 74

He stepped into the former prayer room of the Original Sin Cathedral, now transformed into a laboratory. With cultivation techniques beyond comprehension, he resurrected Numelia’s Aether Armor, the “Punishment of Sin and Poison.” Not only that, he astonishingly accelerated its evolution, advancing it in one leap to the golden rank.

This grand mausoleum was far too strange. Even without mentioning the corpses that absorbed vitality, death energy, and primordial energy, just the statues of these supreme immortals were enough to drive one to despair.

After I finished my question, I noticed her body tremble. I thought she was cold and lifted the quilt, inviting her to lie down. She obediently nestled against my arm without uttering a word. By the time I finished my cigarette, I realized my arm was damp. Looking down, I saw she was crying.

But he couldn’t keep laughing. After only a few weak chuckles, he could no longer force a smile and collapsed beside Elusa as she writhed. Elusa was then yanked over by Li Naixin.

I simply ignored this fellow. My gaze settled on the holy beast. It was vicious; missing its strike earlier had left it furious. It lingered in place, not because it had given up the attack, but because it was gathering strength for a fiercer assault.

The most romantic moment was when the two of them went ice-skating on the frozen plains of K388 without protective suits. Of course, upon their return, both were harshly scolded by Qin Haocang.

Nine heavy land vehicles, each flying a bright orange “Mauser” battle flag, rumbled forward, using their shovel blades to clear a path. The mercenaries behind found their march much easier thanks to the vehicles’ efforts.

I felt uneasy inside, but if even Imperial Law didn’t frighten Miyako, I doubted anything in the mundane world could truly scare him.

Xiao Chen had no intention of revealing his tactics, yet for some reason, I felt completely confident. I realized he must have a trump card up his sleeve.

[Author’s Note]: Thank you all for your support. I’ve seen so many encouraging words in the comments section. Thank you for loving Shuishui.

At that moment, Situ Yiyi suddenly stood up and signaled for everyone else to leave. After all, such disputes were best kept from prying eyes. In an instant, only he, Murong Shengxiao, Meng Chang, and two others remained inside the tent.

He pressed close to her neck, kissing her delicately. Yet his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

During their last quarrel, when they nearly broke up, he neither lost his temper nor smiled—just looked sorrowful and apologetic as he held her.

After a while, when Xiang Ling looked up, she unwittingly saw Murong Feiming entering. She nearly cried out, but he signaled her to be silent. She immediately stifled her voice.

Murong Ningyu sneered coldly. Serves him right—who asked him to stir up trouble at this palace banquet? He deserved the humiliation. The more she thought of her father’s favoritism toward him, the deeper her resentment grew. Wasn’t she the noblest royal princess? Since when could the heir of a mere prince ride roughshod over her?

The mountain breeze was always fresh, but mixed with the mist from cascading waterfalls, it felt even more invigorating. Yet now, the moisture seemed laced with chill, as if icy needles pricked one’s skin and made the pores ache.

When Lin Shenshen returned from the restroom, Jin Yang had already left the banquet. Tonight, the Xie Group was hosting, and Xie Shaohua had to greet everyone. Not wanting to disturb him, Lin Shenshen went straight to the balcony outside the hall.

The landlady’s movements startled the group of young men, and noticing Li Rui, they broke into a commotion, all shouting “Big Brother! Big Brother!” at the restaurant entrance.

Today, she’d been given another “important task” by Murong Feiming—to choose a wife for Murong Yufei! Ever since marrying that man, her errands had become increasingly meddlesome and gossipy, making her head throb.

This wasn’t He Yunhan’s forte, but he still did his best to piece together clues and handed them over to the sharpest mind, Yang Mi.

“Gu Qingcheng, if you don’t open this door in five seconds, I can’t help you with the endorsement.” As Gu Qingcheng changed into pajamas and prepared for bed, Ji Yichen’s low voice came from outside.

By the time the next talent contest arrived, he would be able to control and refine all the favored sons of heaven, weakening the rebellious lords and strengthening his own power, ensuring the stability and longevity of his reign.

Yet both of them were seasoned veterans of three seasons with the Deqian Laughing Society, so they knew how to handle themselves and appeared calm and collected.

After tossing out a dummy, Mr. X used the “Open Door” technique to enter Xifa’s room. Xifa, busy wielding the “Wraith Staff,” transformed himself into a wraith and absorbed the “Dusk Giant Card.”

Of course, the older aunties had no fan clubs and were less formidable, but they still attracted curious onlookers, and the scene was raucous.

“It’s settled then—I’ll pick you up tonight, President Gu.” With these words, Lu Jinghao left Gu Qingcheng’s office.

After sending her message and waiting in vain for Mo Yuhan’s reply, Xin Yu resent the same voice recording. Halfway through listening, her phone rang—it was Mo Yuhan calling.

The prison guards unexpectedly became alert and insisted on seeing the “evidence” related to the poor child before allowing passage.

Ren Tao stood at the doorway, bewildered, glancing around the room. To his shock, other core members of the Morning Alliance—Yang Hong, Zhou Yun, Miao Feng—the very people he usually despised, were all at his home, busily doing chores, sweeping, wiping tables, running up and down, bustling with energy.

Yun Qing was caught off guard as he pulled her into his embrace. Her delicate nose bumped against his chest, and inhaling her subtle bamboo fragrance, he felt an extraordinary peace in his heart.

“You know he’s a cultivator?” Zhang Tiezui looked at Li Chen in astonishment. “Could it be you’re one of us?” He probed Li Chen with spiritual sense but sensed no cultivation, only a body unusually vigorous.