Day 39

Lu Jiangbei weighed the dagger in his hand, feeling a bit skeptical, then pulled the sheath back slightly to test the edge. While it was indeed a refined and handy blade, it hardly seemed worth ten taels of silver by any measure.

He Dangui strained her ears to listen to the conversation among the people down by the riverbank. She had missed a segment, but it seemed that Qian Mudan’s father, Qian Xi, had agreed to the amputation, yet her sister, Qian Shuixian, was still desperately trying to stop them.

"Forget it, I'll kill him first." Cui Hua’s resolve had begun to waver, and a sense of unease took hold, but then his gaze hardened. He struck again. Chen Kuang’s talent was too monstrous, and he possessed immense opportunities; if he didn't die today, he would be the one to die later. Thus, Cui Hua abandoned all thoughts of defense.

Once this matter passed, Caiwei moved into the Yihan Garden. Liu Shihan, acting in her capacity as the legal wife, provided her with a room. She didn’t require Caiwei to serve her in daily life; after the initial tea ceremony on the first day, nothing more was said.

"You still haven't answered me. Running to a cliff in the middle of a downpour—you weren't sent by the Colonel to capture me, were you?" Lei Bao started his banter again. He had been a little nervous just a moment ago; I had nearly died right under his nose.

Meng Xuan seized the opportunity to step down from his high horse, abandoning the idea of finding a knife to castrate himself as proof of his pure and selfless love. He turned back toward Li Ping with a friendly smile, praising him for that "Seventh Mistress" address and commending his meticulous work, leaving Li Ping flattered and overwhelmed. He Dangui couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused.

That evening, a banquet was held at the Prince of Yanbei’s estate—the first since Xu Yunchu’s arrival, serving also as a farewell dinner for his departure the following day.

Lei Bao walked toward the car behind them. It was a Toyota Prado with a dusty windshield, though one could see a young woman in the driver’s seat.

"Hmph!" Long Xiao raised his hand, using his power to turn the spider in his palm into an amber, sealing the creature’s true form within it.

"..." The two looked at each other, then sat up straight, both attempting to forget everything that had just occurred.

Presumably, news of Xia Li being beaten had already reached his ears, which was why he had come to hold them accountable.

Nyx shook his head. "You cannot help me." Internally, he thought that perhaps only Dumbledore could help, being the most powerful wizard of all. But Nyx did not have high hopes for Dumbledore; he had his own theories about the system that was driving him to madness.

Those human-shaped swords drifted down obediently from mid-air, circling around him. Li Xian snapped his fingers, and the swords rapidly combined to form a massive blade the size of a door panel. With a flash of light from his storage ring, it vanished, returning to its place inside.

Right, he himself could refrain from descending into demonic paths and act as a gentle, polite, and modest gentleman—perhaps even secure the title of honorary citizen. He could simply let his subordinates handle the dirty work.

Before her stood a colossal command center. Rows of computers were filled with staff from the General Bureau, and on the front wall hung a giant screen displaying real-time remote sensing footage of Qingcheng.

The short blade in her hand struck Ren Weiyong’s chest like raindrops, but it was as if she were hitting iron and copper; it simply could not pierce him.

Despite being the last to transform, Xiachuan’s battle was the first to begin. Even before he appeared, an invisible aura had already blanketed the entire arena.

After all, the ground had collapsed here once before. If they were to charge in rashly and cause any significant disturbance, it would lead to another collapse.

Hearing Nalan Mingzhu’s words, Nalan Xuan was stunned. He had clearly perceived a dramatic shift in Nalan Mingzhu’s attitude toward Lin Feng. He had originally assumed she had accepted Lin Feng’s pursuit, but hearing her now, he realized that was not the case at all.

As nightfall gradually descended, a flashy Lamborghini drove into the Ziyuan luxury residential district, which was as famous as the Tan Palace.

For the following ten days or more, Zhou Bao and his men remained at the Dingjun Mountain camp, busy with daily military drills and exercises.

Xiao Yue’s fist collided directly with the massive bear paw of the giant black bear. Xiao Yue retreated three steps, while the black bear was forced back seven or eight, looking somewhat surprised.

"I’ve been here a few times, brought by an acquaintance. I sit at this same table every time. It’s quite interesting," Wu Fang said, picking up the menu. He waved his right hand in the air and snapped his fingers crisply, leaving the rest unsaid, which was quite whetting to the appetite.

Experts at the Yuan-Kai realm like Xiao Pang’s grandfather could mostly live to be nearly two hundred, so being in his early hundreds was not considered very old—merely the threshold of his later years.

"Since imprisoning the Handprint Venerable, you have never stepped foot in the Heavenly Palace. You have actually been plotting traps and committing sabotage the entire time, haven't you?" The Fire-Element Venerable was beside himself with rage, his fierce gaze looking as if he wanted to swallow Li Tianzhou whole.

In fact, he had indeed found the soul of the second victim at the anal opening, hanging by a thread. Unfortunately, he had only found the *Shuangling* of the three souls and the *Fushi* of the seven spirits; the rest had vanished into the void. Even if there had been one or two more spirits, the chances of success would have been higher.

In his view, Pei Donglai was about to take the college entrance exam and should not be wasting his thoughts on martial arts; everything should wait until after the exam.

The reason lay in the geology of this godforsaken place; its density and hardness were more than ten times that of Earth, making it extremely strenuous for the earth-drilling compass to penetrate, thus slowing the process significantly.