Chapter 37

After eating a piece of pastry, Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the people around her. Why was no one looking at her?

"While you're at it, send a few probes to follow them and see where this faction is hiding," Zhou Xin instructed. With lingering doubts, he closed the screen.

Feng Wu, originally under the intense gaze of Huo Yun, had been sipping tea to mask a flicker of panic in her eyes. Upon hearing Huo Yun’s words, she spat out her tea.

Whether out of confusion or realization, two days later, Sun Yilin was set to leave the capital. Before departing, he visited Sun Yijia. He seemed in good spirits, appearing even a bit happy about leaving the capital to take up an official post elsewhere.

He knew that if he revealed his vulnerabilities, someone would surely kick him while he was down and dig into his past.

However, a glance from the corner of his eye revealed that Zi Lin had already ventured more than eighty zhang deep into the area, progressing ten zhang further than him—truly impressive.

"So that's how it is!" Luo Ningxin smiled, reaching out to produce her disciple token and four hundred spirit stones.

Consort Qin felt her heart hammering, her blood racing, bringing a flush of color to her face as her hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

"Not willing? Then I shall show you." The scene shifted instantly to the previous battle between the Demon Snake and the Yama King. Any discerning eye could see the vast disparity in their abilities; had the Yama King not been within the Demon Realm, the Demon Snake would have been defeated long ago.

"Good, you must come back safely. The baby and I will be waiting for you," Cang Ge said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

A gunshot rang out. The bullet grazed Liu Yu’s cheek, leaving a scorched hole in the wall behind him.

Without even considering what Xun Jing had written, Han Yan couldn't help but marvel at the sight of the calligraphy.

At that moment, the voice of the Nirvana Sword Spirit echoed in Lin Feng's mind, though it sounded somewhat weak.

She secretly reviewed the entire journey of her relationship with Qin Fei, from the mutual understanding of their childhood, to the disapproval of their families and friends as they grew up, to her resolute decision to reconcile with him, and finally, their happy ending.

Ning Xiuxin’s expression darkened. She reached out and expertly pinched Qin Yang’s ear, a mix of helplessness and irritation on her face.

Just then, Xu Jiaying, inside the jeep, slowly regained consciousness and let out a cough.

This Ghost Seal was no ordinary spell; it was the renowned "Life-Stealing Ghost Seal" of the Fang family of the White Phoenix Sect. Together with the Fang family’s other technique, the "Nether Ghost Phoenix Art," they were known as the two great ancestral spells, their power evident.

"I... I..." Stunned by Han Yan’s sharp retort, Yue Jin was left completely speechless. Since ancient times, those who took the initiative to enlist in the army—unless they had no other choice—were generally quite prideful.

At the Tianyi Hotel, in a grand private room, many people had gathered. Though not socialites, they were the elite of the police force.

This only made Lin Feng’s heart sink. He could see that the Sword Demon was relying entirely on speed to make his figure vanish before their eyes, which was a truly terrifying prospect.

Mu Xifeng had once traded a Golden Body Pill for an interstellar map of the Immortal plane at an auction house, so he was aware of this abandoned star system. He had come here now to shake off the eyes of the three great families and go into seclusion to improve his cultivation.

"Alright, alright. I, Ji Siming, have always been invincible and ever-victorious, so why does everything fail when I’m with you? Tong En, am I really that bad in your eyes? Do I have no charm at all?" Ji Siming laughed heartily over the phone.

After a long silence, the Azure Dragon finally spoke slowly, an aura of ancient weariness washing over them with his words.

Furthermore, anyone who discovered spirit plants within it and tried to bring them out failed without exception. Even the ancestor Fuxi, who had discovered a Jianmu seedling inside, ultimately failed to bring it out.

Watching the spirit mirror flicker with light, Yun Feiyang finally guessed some of its uses.

"No, this isn't made of silver; it’s just plated with a layer of silver on the surface," Zhang Ziling concluded after carefully examining the statue for a long time.

Inside a fortress in Wilhelmshaven, Prince Albert raised his binoculars to scan the sea. According to patrol boat reports, the French fleet consisted of over eighty ships, most of them armored.

Yun Feiyang’s punch, bolstered by the Profound Heaven Tyrant Body Forbidden Art and the Single Thought Dragon Fist, possessed a force of at least two thousand dragon power.

A powerful magic master, one possessing a formidable magic soul, could single-handedly sway the outcome of a battle involving ten thousand soldiers.

She was immediately exposed, the earlier promise of keeping a low profile seemingly swallowed whole by her own actions.

Though they subconsciously doubted what Jiang Chen said, upon closer reflection, they realized that if cold fusion had truly been developed, it could only have been Jiang Chen.

Inside the room, seeing Su Zhiqiu leave, Zhu Qingyun breathed a slight sigh of relief, his tense mood easing somewhat.

"Why aren't you wandering around the village anymore? Scared off by a beating?" he continued, tugging at the conversation with a lazy, slightly wicked tone, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing with a shimmering light.

"Let’s go somewhere private to talk!" Just as she was about to invent an excuse, she noticed Jiang Yanfei. She hesitated, then stepped forward to grab Chen Fan’s hand, but he retreated a few steps, leaving her grabbing at thin air.

Some were savoring the robust domestic pigs, others the tender ones; dozens of people huddled in a circle, crouching on the ground to eat.

Mentally ill patients still had families. While they might not contact the patients often, surely they would check on their condition once a month?

The head of the Zhang family was named Zhang Gaorui, a provincial graduate from the fourth year of the Wanli reign. He went to the capital in the fifth year to take the metropolitan examination but failed. He had intended to study at the Imperial Academy to prepare for the eighth-year examinations and secure a future, but before he could enroll, news of his father’s death arrived. He had to return home to inherit the family business, effectively trading his scholarly ambitions for commerce.