Chapter 65

In addition, the various Void-Hollow realm experts of the Demonic Sect took turns to instruct them, providing various forms of assistance and enhancement for the new recruits Jiang Han was cultivating.

That feeling was so heart-wrenching every time she recalled it, suffocating her to the point of being unable to breathe. Therefore, for so many years, she chose to close herself off, choosing to forget that feeling. She became stubborn, extreme, and ruthless, using this to alleviate the despairing suffocation deep within her heart.

"Lift it!!!" In the distance, Wen Miu's two withered arms trembled wildly, raising it bit by bit with immense strain.

The Daoist-robed elder paid no heed to what Ye Yang was thinking. After personally testing the effects of the anti-flight formation, he was quite satisfied, merely slightly surprised by the special nature of soul power, which could directly ignore the anti-flight domain. Little did he know that in many outer main cities, anti-flight formations were equally effective against all kinds of forces.

Wildcat frowned slightly and nodded, the face of Qiu Qiu flashing briefly through his mind. Throughout his life, aside from running into Lu Shanmin which could be considered stumbling upon good luck, reality usually dealt him a hand full of bad luck.

Another half-hour passed, and the spotted leopard was completely absorbed, leaving behind only skin and bones, while the wound on its back was reduced to a shallow blood mark.

"The Zhengxian and Yanyu tribes live in peace in the southern border and guard the wilderness tenaciously. Did you think there were no runaway citizens over the past millennium? Many of these runaways became wanderers in Central State. If the Xuanxian Sect wants to recruit some experts, what is so difficult about that?" Zhu Ji said solemnly.

Being able to act as a driver for the god in his heart still felt like a dream to Yang Yong. With an excited mood, while driving, he looked at Lu Shanmin in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

"You have a tail, yet you claim to be human. Don't you find that ridiculous?" Aamon sneered.

Now he truly had not a shred of strength left. If the opponent could still fight back, he would undoubtedly be dead.

"A master is a master. As subordinates, the things he is busy with are best left unknown to us if we aren't meant to know," Huansheng remained unmoved. He was a phantom demon, having no heart of his own, and naturally lacked worldly emotions and desires. Xuantian was his heart, his everything. Without Xuantian, he would no longer exist.

At the same time, responsibilities and burdens now rested on his shoulders—caring for his wife and children, looking after his relatives, and guarding this warm home. Such burdens made him feel a sweetness he had never known before.

At this moment, both Lü Jingtian and Shi Xingyue rarely revealed looks of astonishment. Although they had long resided in Moon City and remained aloof from worldly affairs, they were still aware of the situation on that other continent—how the Rong tribe had been exterminated by the Great Zhou within a few short months.

By this time, Chunca had already recognized the situation. Qiuju and Dongmei were completely no match for these people; a single move was enough to subdue them. Even if all the manor servants and guards came running, there was no way they could save Doudou. Therefore, Chunca decided to follow them voluntarily so that she could keep an eye on Doudou, which was the only way she could feel at ease.

Lowering her gaze, her expression was unreadable. Speaking of which, the reason she suddenly asked Mr. Wolf to marry her that day was because she wanted to try—trying to open the door to her heart, trying to slowly face her own heart with a calm composure. Since that was the case, why on earth had she been making excuses for herself just now?

Before the guard could react, he stupidly asked, "Save whom?" But Wu Wuchang did not answer him, leaping directly toward the outside of the inn.

Placing her hand over her heart, she felt it beating with robust strength. She was alive, still very much alive. Around her were many people she could talk to, but what about Zilu? After nearly a thousand years of lonely years in the Red Lotus Hell, she had finally waited for her.

Filled with doubt and anxiety, he had originally calculated that, barring any accidents, she could live to be ninety years old in this lifetime.

However, no one expected that just as the sealing process reached its final stages, five others were also dragged into the Asura Realm, while one person was heavily injured and fell into the mainland, disappearing without a trace ever since.

Moreover, I, the emperor of this empire, am still right here. If the two of you start fighting, the shockwaves alone could cost me my old life.

They checked into a hotel first, and after a day or two of sightseeing, they got some news: this group of people was staying in the nearby Anyou Mountains.

The next second, the divine light in his eyes turned cold, becoming incomparably chilling, like an eternally unmoving iceberg, radiating an endless, biting coldness.

During the third dance, many young gentlemen took the initiative to invite her to dance, and Vivian chose Jay Melvis. He was the queen's nephew, as well as the controller of the underground casino, belonging to the villainous faction.

Fang Sheng had a bit of a headache; it seemed some people really needed to be taught a lesson, otherwise they would continue to think the Fang family was easy to bully.

Meng Hongchen brought her older brother, Xiao Hongchen, and deliberately came to the hotel where Shrek was staying to meet everyone.

These people, aggressive and with expressions of utter disgust, threw punches and kicks at the beggars, charging all the way inside as if searching for something.

Everyone headed to the indoor gymnasium. Lu Ming, Li Shang'an, and a few others went to play bowling, while Sun Haoyu and the others played billiards.

There was nothing to complain about; being able to recuperate in this world for a full six months already far exceeded his expectations.

Those whose names were called, excluding the three recovering their soul power, all answered with a shout of "Here!"

These words cut through Zhang Baichuan's heart like a knife, causing a pain so sharp he could barely breathe.

For a moment, the common people were completely dumbfounded. Were the Northwest King and Commissioner Wang, whom they had always trusted, actually bad people?

Chen Che's speaking pace was unhurried, while the councilors, having regained their calm, weighed the pros and cons.

Zhou Lianhai sat openly in the chair Zhang Dongsheng had occupied, picked up a teacup, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Zhang Hongming was practically prostrate on the ground, using a towel as white as paper to repeatedly wipe her red leather shoes.

The Japanese delegation was not staying together. Officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs such as幣原 (Shidehara) and Satake moved into the Japanese Consulate in Harbin, while military figures like Kenji Doihara and Kanji Ishiwara moved into the Skidelsky Mansion's Harbin Special Service Agency.

Just as he was about to drape the clothes in his hand over her shoulders, an overcoat drifted across and landed on her head.

Hosokawa Takashi picked up the teapot, skillfully brewed and whisked the tea, lifted the teacup, turned it half a circle, and handed it with both hands to the man sitting in the seiza posture opposite him.