Chapter Seventy-Nine: Finalizing the Release Date, and a Slight Upgrade for the Preview Screening

Within Liu Xiu’s body, the blood of the Five Sacred Beasts was nurtured—a condensation of the purest essence from all five, its lineage of the highest order. To the demons, it was as coveted as the legendary flesh of the Tang Monk, a peerless delicacy.

Shenyin gazed at Tereya standing before her, a vague sense growing in her heart that the secret she had long sought was about to be revealed.

If anyone had heard that scream, they would surely think it the most sorrowful, agonizing, and heart-wrenching sound ever to reach human ears.

Yet, the remaining force struck the stone wall, only to be absorbed and vanish without a trace.

Since his recovery, He Naixuan had been occupied with work and matters within Xuan Yi Group, occasionally calling her on the other side of Earth. But every attempt met with the same result: unable to connect.

The Duke’s eyes widened instantly, the laziness and nonchalance that had just returned to his face freezing over with an icy, grim severity. Had any of the women who had just been drinking and making merry with him been present, they would be trembling in terror before this sudden display of authority and menace.

Ironically, after the issue was made public, it sparked a nationwide craze for naming—both the old and new generation of Evolvers eager to choose a fitting, melodious title for their future race.

The pill furnace on the right vanished, replaced by a series of pills brimming with righteous energy, their quality reaching the level of spirit-grade elixirs.

“If that’s so, why can’t close-range direct attacks be defended against?” Qiling suddenly realized a flaw in Youhua’s words.

“Enough with the nonsense!” Sword of Mercy barked impatiently, slamming a fist against the laboratory door.

“I don’t mind shopping with you today, but tomorrow I need a day to myself. You know it’s rare for me to be back in the city—I really have to visit those old brothers of mine. The appraisal event starts the day after, so we won’t miss anything.” After giving in, Li Zhishi suddenly put on a pitiful expression.

The crowd marveled at Ye Lianyu’s unmatched beauty and striking presence, even more so at his illustrious military achievements. Truly, he was the embodiment of both talent and appearance.

This was the first time I had ever initiated a kiss with Xia Haoyu. His body was weary, and as my tongue slipped into his mouth, I could clearly feel him shudder slightly. I could no longer care about propriety; all I wanted was to kiss him.

“Kill that villain!” Ximen Qing shrieked, his voice sharp. Two ruffians, reckless and unafraid of death, released Wu Dalang and charged at the man.

During satellite reconnaissance at the time, they hadn’t zoomed in close—only observing from high altitude, so nothing unusual was noticed. Old Mos didn’t mention it either, and it was only upon arrival that Jia Zhengjin understood why.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of wonder—inside that cavern of blood was another world altogether, far more vast than he had ever imagined.

He kept a calm expression, but his mind was racing, the “Heart of Ice” technique activating on its own, making him unusually composed and focused as he searched for the best course of action.

The hand resting on her waist tightened; his left palm traced up the curve of her back, pulling her firmly into his embrace.

Nangong Qinglian continued forward, only to be tripped by a mischievous flick of Dongfang Yixin’s foot.

In less than fifteen minutes, the platter of pastries was devoured by the three sisters.

Li Luoxuan was clearly tempted by what he’d heard; whether it was the path to greater strength—the chance to defeat Tylest—or the opportunity to save innocent lives affected by the battles in the slums, both options called to him.

With a sudden rumble, the restroom exploded. Watching the door instantly “gain weight,” Lin Ruoyu finally understood: the two children were about to experience their first upgrade as wanderers.

The abrupt upheaval left the household staff terrified—they knew that if anything happened to Gao Ling, they would be buried with him. Worse, if Lord Gao grew angry, even their families would not escape ruin.

He still did not trust the gourd’s words; everything so far had only confirmed his doubts, especially after receiving corroboration from Linglong and the twin spirits, Jin and Yin.

“Zheng Qingyi, you still have three opponents: Tu Jingqi, You Weifeng, and Zhao Lei. Will you continue?” asked the Martial Emperor’s teacher, Hua.

Her beauty was natural; though she wore makeup, it only made her appear more noble—yet she had fallen to such a lowly place.

After Elder Guan and the others from the Second Hill returned from the annual assessment at the Third Hill, Ye Yu and the others hurried to inquire about the results, only to be utterly stunned by what they learned.

Three days and nights later, Su Li finally finished the initial repairs to his internal organs and meridians, at the cost of two Heart-Nourishing and two Meridian-Clearing pills. With time to recuperate, he would soon be completely healed.

“It’s absolutely true, though their forces are a bit thin—just a single garrison,” the soldier replied, fists clasped respectfully, sneaking a glance at his general’s alternatingly pale and flushed face.

They had expected Han Ye to be powerful, but never imagined he could do something so utterly unbelievable.

Sitting in the taxi, I was restless with worry for my son. At the slightest sign of trouble, my heart would pound uncontrollably.

That number, Cheng Zili used to dial countless times a day—it belonged to Shen Momo.

To repay in kind—the technique of turning disaster away was something she had learned from Shen Momo. The old Cheng Zili, who was always bullied, was long gone.

Ji Yan, frail in her hospital bed, had just finished dialysis and was now tormented by a host of complications, leaving her almost unrecognizable.

Qin Dou, upon hearing Lin Shuang’s words, felt his heart sink, but then, unexpectedly, she spoke again and he nearly laughed out loud.

“We’re just not together, that’s all. Even though I know Lin Shuang is willing to date me, without her explicit promise, I can’t feel secure,” Qin Dou said, blushing as he spoke these tender words.

The printing department was the most exhausting and chaotic in the magazine office. For her to be transferred there, as the top headline writer, was tantamount to being demoted. And with the deputy editor elections imminent, this move meant she no longer even qualified to compete.

The contestants exchanged glances in silence until it was Liu Mengqi who finally broke the quiet.