Chapter One Hundred Forty-Four: Tears

Ke Wenrun’s complexion paled, and he stared at her in disbelief. He had been preoccupied with winning favor from Meng Qingyao lately, neglecting Qin Keqing. He never expected her to have come all the way to the northern city, and to be competing as well. What was she trying to achieve?

“Sacrificing oneself for art?” Wennuan was exasperated; it was the first time he’d heard such a grand justification for watching spring palace plays.

Agonized screams echoed above the grassy field as bodies suddenly collapsed, casting a bloodstained hue over Shangxuan City, which was about to enter its nightlife. Tonight’s moonlight was especially enchanting.

Hebayue secured an hour’s reprieve for Erzhu Rong. With elite cavalry, that hour would have been enough to put considerable distance between them, but Erzhu Rong’s forces were far from elite.

“Madam Yang, I ask you, is this matter connected to the wife of the Marquis of Wu?” The Minister of Justice’s gaze was stern as he asked with a grave expression.

To most Chinese, the number four is considered unlucky because it sounds like the word for "death."

Qu Xiao’s eyelids slowly fell, sorrow radiating from his being. As if to match the verdant desolation, he licked his dry lips and lowered his voice to a tender, hoarse whisper that tugged at the heart.

Those three words exploded in Ashu’s mind like fireworks. She stood stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the “Mr. Gu” Nurse Liu mentioned was Gu Rugui.

The other party said something indistinct. Then he slowly opened his eyes; a sinister gleam flashed through their depths, chilling to behold.

“I understand. What is it? Should I make arrangements from here first?” Xu Moqian held the phone between his neck and shoulder, shrugged off his bath towel, and picked up his black boxer shorts, followed by his dress pants. Bare-chested and muscular, he reached for a shirt.

This was the vast black desert, at the southern edge of which lay a forbidden zone teeming with life: Dragon Valley.

In a grand hall, countless zombies began their “feast,” unaware that this game was not meant for five players alone. Saeko Dokajima slowly lifted her katana; the sunset’s rays reflected off the blade, matching the sharpness in her gaze.

From his omniscient viewpoint, the commentator Xiyang watched as Zhuge Chuan used Purify to remove the nightmare effect from the E skill and remarked accordingly.

After the second quarter began, Hayward repeatedly nailed mid-range jump shots. The Warriors, to protect Yi Yang, had Iggy guarding the central lane, ready to help at a moment’s notice. Naturally, this gave Hayward ample space. His stats might not have been explosive, and he rarely made headlines during his time in Dallas.

The corpse in the rectangular box suddenly opened its eyes at the same time, though they held no spark of life.

I nodded. “We’ll use the card,” since Li Zhao had drunk enough to save the bill—he was supposed to treat. The thought made me ache inside.

Fortunately, the revived quickly turned their weapons toward the attackers and began suppressing the White Fang members.

Ye Tian felt no overwhelming presence of terrifying beasts in that direction. Logically, such upheaval shouldn’t have occurred. But the place was strange: an indescribable heat surrounded them. If something unusual were to happen, it wouldn’t be too surprising.

In the rain, the two continuously countered and neutralized each other’s attacks, exchanging blows back and forth for an indeterminate number of moves.

Jiang Dong fared no better; his nerves remained taut, and strange fluctuations in the darkness felt like disembodied consciousness probing the two of them. Each time, it evoked a chilling sensation, as if someone breathed on the back of his neck.

“What did he do to you? Your voice sounds so shy. Did he do something bad to you?” Yu Ruotong teased with a smile.

A sword slashed downward, the blade wind parting Chen Yi’s long hair on either side. At that moment, Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed sharply, and with a fierce stomp, he surged forward, charging the great blade head-on.

Even Xu Yuanxing, though fearful she might expose his identity, couldn’t help but glance at her again.

Eighteen Arhat Academy members were pierced and destroyed by that single thread. Yun Feng’s face darkened as he stared at the blood-red thread coiling toward him, his expression turning grim to the extreme.

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Fourth update! Let’s call it four updates for today. These past few days of feverish writing have been exhausting, mainly because I had no backlog, which weighed heavily on me. Well, probably four updates again tomorrow, then back to three from the day after. Hopefully, I can slowly build up some drafts.

With the disappearance of the Yun clan, a massive storm erupted within the human race. Scouts from various tribes hurried to the ruins of the Yun clan’s city, only to be astonished: the entire city had vanished.

“Old hag, let’s just let today’s matter drop!” The Invincible Immortal Elder arrogantly declared after saving Liao Xinde. “Hmph, if my power weren’t slightly inferior to yours, old woman, I wouldn’t let it go so easily!” Mama Ma retorted coldly.

At that moment, the tail of Xiao Menglou’s fighter suddenly ignited with glaring flames, signaling that it had instantly accelerated to its limit.

“Do you think this is a speech contest?” Gelo grew angrier and leapt toward Wang Xuanlong, palms brimming with searing energy, striking fiercely.

Wang Xuanlong stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Liu Xiaoling busy by the stove. The word that flashed through his mind was “virtuous.”

Du Ge’s words stunned the ghost and demon cultivators. Only the Ghost Envoy remained calm, coolly glancing at the figure in red, then at Du Ge.

“Deputy Regiment Commander Zhou, take your men and apologize.” Gritting his teeth, the Wild Lion lifted his head like a lion ready to devour prey. His gaze swept over Liu Yiheng and the others, his spiritual power overflowing uncontrollably.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiang tugged at his collar, feeling heat surge through his body and his magic power roiling. He stepped forward, axe in hand, his strength uncontrollable as he began to wildly chop.

“Director Han, don’t be afraid. Let me introduce you: this is Li Shuwei, Chief of the Tianning City Police, and Zhang Hai, Chief of the Tianhai City Police.” Yang Fan said with a smile.