Echo—Part One

While others were weary from the journey and wanted a drink to ease their fatigue, their habitual vigilance kept them from relaxing. Despite Third Brother’s warm invitations, only Sixth Brother and Yan Quan joined him for a few cups.

Han Yue was astonished. If even a supreme Martial Sovereign wasn’t considered a core member of the Qingyang Sect, then the power of this sect was simply beyond comprehension. Was Qingyang Sect truly so mysterious, so formidable? Yet, judging from Liu Yuan’s demeanor, he didn’t seem to be lying, leaving Han Yue torn between skepticism and belief as he glanced at Liu Yuan.

Now, although her movements were clumsy, she’d grown adept at caring for others. Chen Chaosheng had only stayed in the hospital for two days, and after observation, was allowed to go home.

Ding Changsheng shook his head and said, “His money isn’t kept in the bank; he’s not that foolish. Let me put it this way—help me find Ye Ruping, and I’ll help you find that money. I reckon Zhou Yibing won’t dare refuse you then. After all, he hid that money behind your back, and you’re married; you should have a share.”

“Master, all the young gentlemen live here now, and the palace requires more staff. We need to transfer some personnel from other departments,” Hong Fang approached, knelt, and spoke succinctly.

Xiao Jingyue snorted coldly. The Ba Xia Dragon beside her flashed forward, its claws thrusting into Zhao Zigao’s shoulders.

“Of course it’s your foul mouth.” Long Yanni said, and with a punch, knocked out several of his teeth.

Butterfly Princess glanced at me; I widened my eyes and nodded to her. She then swiftly returned to my body.

All five were martial artists above the Martial Master realm, their speed swift. Traveling at full speed, they covered several hundred miles in a single day.

Fang Ziming, who had been lurking in the shadows, strode over, followed by fifty Imperial Guards, their swords drawn in tension.

Such a physique—even a fourteen-year-old boy couldn’t stand up to Su Wenge in a real fight; but Su Wenge had no intention of truly engaging him.

Compared to ordinary flying needles, the needle mechanism was more visible under the night, but its power was far greater.

She struggled to control her urge to reach out and touch... Her fingers curled and uncurled several times before finally landing lightly on the man’s waist.

Amid their noisy chatter, a thick fog suddenly rose over the lake. Anyone could see it was unusual, let alone Cheng Qian.

He sat atop millions, a god enthroned, accustomed to all manner of wonders in the world, having wrought countless miracles with his own hands. Rarely did anything or anyone evoke his amazement.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, Team Rocket members were training the Zubat army under cover of night, all diligently following Giovanni’s orders to seize every moment to enhance their strength.

All the rules of this “New World” were defined by Gu Shen. The extraordinary source matter stored in Blazing Fire gave him the confidence to write the rules: wind, rain, light—whatever was needed, all could be summoned for the price of the corresponding “source matter.”

When the hail of stones was hurled back by Lin Xiu, whistling past the heads of the mountain spirits, they were so terrified they surrendered amid wild screaming.

Jiang Yuan had little to say, yet the group’s inconsistent praise and criticism was truly infuriating.

If a voice could make one pregnant, Yun Yiyi believed that the magnetic tone of Fei Moqing’s passion could cause perpetual pregnancy.

Life now was so beautiful that she couldn’t bear to let go—let her keep dreaming a bit longer, and never wake up.

If there were lotus flowers, there must be lotus roots; getting some would make a fine dish.

Yun Yiyi longed to feed her son herself, but as she took medicine daily, she couldn’t breastfeed. In the end, she handed Fei Yunhan to her mother, Luo Wanxin.

“Qingluo, didn’t you say the commander was being controlled? Why did he say that? Is it the people from Dark Nether Palace forcing him?” Yan Xiaoyi shook her head in disbelief, urgently seeking confirmation from Ye Qingluo.

Shanliang felt utterly foolish, tapped her head, and hurried to the washroom in a panic.

Was it haunted from years of neglect? Her alert gaze swept the surroundings; the sun had just set, and the darkness had not fully settled. If there were ghosts, they shouldn’t appear now, should they?

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Gu Ye couldn’t help but chuckle softly after hearing Mu Wei’s words.

Yun Jinyao didn’t move. With a clang, three flying swords soared in a perfect arc, harvesting three lives in the blink of an eye.

As for the Ice Queen’s name, Utatoushka, it was deeply familiar to Fei Othania, for it had once belonged to their own mother and brother.

In an instant, a surge of mixed emotions—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy—washed over her. Tears burst from her eyes as she glanced silently toward the door, hesitated no more, and clicked her high heels as she ran into the washroom.

The lightning surged forth, and Xun Yu fell like a withered leaf... The lava-like dragon eyes, illuminated by the thunder, turned pale gold before gradually dimming.

“No, when did she become our partner? What’s going on?” Hu Yao was genuinely unnerved. It was bad enough that she flaunted herself, but she couldn’t even speak clearly—was he supposed to resort to torture?

There was no time for banter; he slowly emerged from the car, seeing the other vehicle arrive as well, and Wei Yuan’s nerves stretched taut.

Ning Guangshi saw two more Free Sect experts perish below and sighed, feeling pessimistic about the Free Sect’s prospects.

At that moment, a clear voice rang out across the sky. A graceful figure swept in, landing before the three disciples of the Yin Demon Sect.

The two drug dealers were crying, snot and tears flowing. No one knew what methods Sang Kun used, but they confessed everything. Their trip to Bashu had two missions: first, delivering drugs to the Tang Clan, contacting Tang Ao Jue; second, infiltrating Bashu City.