Chapter 62: When Ghosts Die, They Become Nothingness

There was no time to speak.

The two human-beasts on either side launched an attack, and as they spat out their mucus, that same foul, nauseating stench filled the air.

Xing Lin reacted with lightning speed. He grabbed Qiao Ruyi by the wrist, pulling her out of the way of the mucus. In one fluid motion, he withdrew his hunting knife and kicked away a human-beast that had lunged at them.

"Hold onto this." He handed the hunting knife to her.

Qiao Ruyi looked stunned. "Then you—"

Before she could finish, Xing Lin had already forcefully—

Sigh, what is wrong with students these days? It seems the motherland's next generation is utterly hopeless. We should be thankful if they don't manage to wither the flowers of the nation entirely. Whatever, I'm bored anyway, I might as well take a nap. Ye Ming closed his textbook and slumped over his desk to sleep.

After a long while, Jiang Chuhan let out a soft sigh, loosened his grip, and limped toward the lakeside.

"Baguha, it's nothing. Tell me, why can't I ever get drunk?" Er Qing's eyes held a despondency like never before.

A few days later, the Tri-State Summit officially began. Since their hearts were not set on victory, Dongling Guyun and Duanmu Youning were more than happy to enjoy their leisure. They spent their days sleeping and chatting, living a carefree and relaxed existence. After the conclusion of each day's events, Suo Tianli would always come to visit Duanmu Youning to brief her on the outcomes between the three states.

Ye Mu loathed Xiao Jinyan for driving him into the abyss of despair, but he hated himself even more for sinking so deeply into their intimacy.

Zhen Ruxue breathed in ragged gasps, yet this heavy breathing only caused her to cough up more blood. Not wanting to worry Qiao Lianying, she suddenly clamped her mouth shut, biting down hard to keep the blood from spilling, while trying her best to steady her emotions.

Granted permission, she hopped onto the carriage, pulled the door open, and climbed inside. Before she had even settled into her seat, she saw Duanmu Youning quietly gazing at her with an expression that was simply... begging to be punched.

As it turned out, under the policies of the Market Exchange Law, the Commerce Bureau—a novel government office born from this system—not only bought goods at rock-bottom prices and manipulated the market, forcing merchants to sell their wares at a loss, but in recent years, following the appointment of a new market registrar, these practices had grown even more ruthless and severe.

Pu Pingcang dared not say another word and retreated with a scowl. Pu Pingzhu felt his entire body go limp as a boundless sense of despair washed over him.

Stealing a quick kiss on her cheek, Jun Wuji's gaze instinctively drifted down to her slender, fair neck.

Ruan Meng tossed and turned in bed, stretched out her arm, and then snapped it right back under the blanket.

"Why do you insist on making Ji Xinliang and me good friends?" Ji Furong asked, finding the whole thing rather bizarre.

One thousand years after a person's death, their soul could actually attain the cultivation realm of a True Immortal late stage. By all logical reasoning, a thousand years ago, the original owner of this soul must have possessed a cultivation level of at least... the True God stage.

Nowadays, he should spend a bit more time cultivating a male form. After all, Prajna transforming into a human body took only a few minutes; it couldn't be simpler.

Initially, I assumed Prajna would be reluctant, but I never expected that she seemed to genuinely enjoy doing this sort of thing.

Although I had no idea where I was going, I constantly felt as though the destination was extraordinary, as if some invisible force were pulling me forward, guiding me step by step toward that place.

Hearing this, Yun Ji let out a majestic cry echoing to the heavens, unleashing the divine might of a sacred bird, and charged straight toward Fusang Immortal Mountain. With a resounding crash, it shattered the barrier and broke into the realm of Fusang.

Enduring the throbbing pain in her head, Yun Chi welded the twin swords of Yunkong into a sharp spear and hurled it straight at the corpse-eating beast's neck with all her might.

The fighting spirit of the soldiers was thoroughly crushed. Falling beneath the canopy of banners, they dissolved into mere grains of sand.

Seeing their cheeky, shameless grins, Xie Zixuan didn't even want to dignify them with a response; she simply turned around and walked away.

Chen Dahai had just regained consciousness when his old man landed another heavy slap across his face, leaving him momentarily dazed.

With those words, he swept his arms up, tossing the red silk ribbon in his grasp high into the air. The silk traced a lingering red afterimage as Shiyan leaped forward to catch one end, and the crimson ribbon settled steadily onto the ground.