Volume One, Chapter 25: Wishing President Lu a Joyful Second Marriage

Feng Yianqing stared at that silhouette, that voice, that power... It really was Sirka, the Guardian God of the Lightning Element. How could he not be dead?

Zhou Xiao did not expect that a mere junior would dare to be so insolent before him. Did the boy really think he dared not strike?

Lou Yi rushed forward to support him, only then realizing that Qi Heng’s aura had become extremely weak. His body was trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the injuries he had sustained, likely from the palm strike he had exchanged with Old Monster Hua earlier.

As for today, because of Xie Dongya, Zhang Ting had returned—partly because she found him an eyesore, and partly out of concern that her mother had brought in someone of such unknown origin to watch the shop. She simply could not rest easy.

Most of the top-ranked freshmen had reached the ninth level of the Martial Spirit realm, but even within the same tier, Li Yuanhao seemed far more powerful than the rest. His status as the top-ranked freshman was certainly well-deserved.

The netherworld was somewhat unexpected; it felt like an alien world—a world without color. Of course, once you grow accustomed to this black-and-white realm, you realize it is no different from the human world we inhabit.

Lotus, lotus, one must surely rise from the silt without being stained! But as for the pond below, how deep is it, and how much mud does it hold? Do you know, and are you willing to speak, or are you unable to say?

Several more island nation spectral warriors charged out. They barely lasted three strikes against King Jiangluo before he swept his blade in a horizontal arc, slicing the three spirits into six pieces. Their souls, suffering a devastating blow, instantly dissipated into the soil of the underworld.

Akita knew that the ones killing his men were not just these dozen or so Eighth Route Army soldiers; there were many more hidden in every corner of the village.

Upon hearing this news, a flash of brilliance crossed Fu Jingyi’s eyes, and her heart stirred with joy. It was her father. As long as her father was there, the Emperor would never take her life.

No one knew if the outcome would have been different had a different choice been made ten years ago. He only knew that Ming Wei had chosen this path herself, and she had no right or qualification to blame him.

"Chen Li and I are friends. Since we encountered this situation, I naturally cannot stand idly by," Mo Ke replied with modest composure.

The second curse technique was also a primary factor in intensifying mental pollution, which was why the two were unwilling to engage Bai Yuan in battle.

When all the evil spirits gathered, the leader of the evil spirits let out another screech. The other spirits immediately disintegrated, transforming into clouds of grey mist that rapidly converged upon their leader.

Ao Fan, accompanied by a bewildered Long Potian and Blue Dragon, followed Zhao Ming out of the room and soon departed from Medicine King Valley.

Lu Jiming frowned, scrutinizing her complexion. The smile in his eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of irritation born from concern.

Along the way, various mechanisms and traps were triggered, yet they could not break through the protective demonic flames surrounding Ape Spirit.

He was not surprised; after all, the Jiang family had witnessed the strength of him and the Ghost King, yet they had lingered, clearly possessing a trump card.

"Please do not take offense, but this concerns the prosperity of my entire family, so I have no choice but to contend with you all," Qu Mingshan said, not daring to overstep, his tone carrying a note of justification.

"This is President Lin’s home?" Sun Li and the others looked at their surroundings, their jaws nearly dropping. Good heavens, President Lin’s true status was extraordinary; he even had soldiers stationed at his home.

The Chicken King had also been attacked by that mysterious figure, but fortunately, his high defense saved him; the mysterious figure could not kill him and thus gave up. Otherwise, he would be a dead chicken by now.

The Sea God’s eyes darted constantly. He understood that the King of Gods was making an example of him to appease the other deities, as the heavy losses they had suffered were all among the subordinates of the gods present.

Although he was only slightly taller than Leng Mo, he possessed a refined air and was very attentive to her.

Yan Yan kept her eyes fixed on the road. Though her body was somewhat stiff, she had no intention of stopping the car.

"How hilarious. It’s clearly a dog’s head. Don’t think I can’t recognize it just because you gave it a fancy name," Song Li said with a sneer.

Zhao Qibai and the others finally understood what Liu Jun had just endured. Being controlled through one’s own blood could not have been pleasant, but he deserved it.

"Shiqi, sometimes I think that since we accidentally connected to the future Earth, it is possible to connect to Earths in other timelines as well. We have experienced such a world many times over; I believe we will find a way, we will certainly find a way back," Zhang Tian said, trying to comfort her as he did not want to see Yin Shiqi sad.

"What? I’m not home, and with no one to supervise you, you’ve actually started playing on the computer?" Leng Mocheng feigned a stern face to tease her.

Ye Zifan had already shoved him into the car without a word, slammed on the accelerator, and the vehicle sped forward.

"I wonder if the Princess has ever heard the poem about gathering shepherd’s purse?" Xiao Yuyin smiled softly. Taking advantage of Xiao Yuzheng’s momentary daze, she pulled her hand away, rubbed her reddened skin, and smiled innocently.

The two of them bore a task: to help Xia He collect high-level demonic artifacts. The flagship had a dedicated space to seal these items, as Xia He had a use for them. If he could not collect spoils of war for the Star Worms to purify, he no longer had any interest in mere imperial merits.

His movements, previously hesitant, became exceptionally firm. Ignoring Xu Hongyi’s warning, he ripped open the man’s trousers.

Returning to his residence, Li Yunmu hurried into his Star Realm and summoned the Flowing Wind God.

The beginning of the song had sounded quite tragic, and the atmosphere at the scene had cooled, but when the chorus hit, the musical style shifted abruptly.

She was, of course, unwilling. If everything went smoothly, she had hopes of becoming a regional bishop. If she were cast out of the temple system, what future would she have?

Although, in Tian Feng’s view, this was not a surrender, to the Jizhou army, it was clear that Tian Feng had capitulated. If even Tian Feng had surrendered, what was the point of fighting? Without waiting for Liu Xie to speak, they tossed aside their weapons. This was exactly the outcome Liu Xie wanted; he immediately ordered his troops to reorganize and return to Liyang.