35 Funeral Arrangements

When we returned to the altar, Qiongqiong and Xie Xingfang had already stepped down, both sighing that, in “her” eyes, humans and reptiles like dinosaurs were no different—just among the many beings sharing this world. Her sorrow stemmed from being abandoned by her ancestral land.

Wei Feng’s hands involuntarily caressed Mo Yuqi’s supple waist, slowly stroking and kneading, savoring the softness and resilience of her slender, willow-like figure. The smooth, delicate sensation was utterly irresistible to him.

Chen Aniu’s expression remained hesitant. Although a prodigious medical genius, it was clear he lacked decisiveness.

Yet the Enchantress, a sect leader-level cultivator, possessed both cunning and profound cultivation. Even in this situation, she maintained her composure.

Hua Jin took the corner kick. Drogba deftly shook off the close marking of the opposing center-back, leapt, and skillfully headed a rebound. Under the crowd’s watchful eyes, Canizares fumbled the catch.

Five crocodiles concealed within the earth’s crevices slowly surrounded them from five directions, their eyes gleaming fiercely, jaws slightly parted to reveal sharp teeth.

“The food and water in the basement are abundant; we can hide here through winter without issue,” Wang Ping reassured himself. After all, he and the ancient beast didn’t consume much—only ensuring the wildcat was well-fed mattered.

Wu Kai, noticing Chen Jiansheng’s uneasy expression, smiled and replied, “Very well! I’ll treat you another day.” Saying this, he hurried downstairs.

Han Liemi had clearly made up his mind before uttering those words. The next day, when Huang Juan arrived, Han Liemi remained resolute in his stance during the meeting.

“No, it seems we still need to explore the upper levels,” Wang Ping shook his head. His own rotary machine gun was fed by an ammo box on his back, unlike An Ge who had to reload constantly. Yet, he wasn’t idle—he took the wildcat’s slower pistol magazines and pressed each bullet in one by one.

At this moment, Shen Feng naturally paid no heed to the open and covert factional struggles between their sects. Even if he cared, he could change nothing. He obediently returned to North City.

Li Zhi’s focus was on Feixi Temple, home to no fewer than three hundred practitioners of various levels, including four master-level cultivators.

“Father, the general’s defeat in battle was not for lack of effort. Please forgive his faults and allow him to redeem himself,” the Grand Protector Luo Fang pleaded.

Now there was food: the wild boar’s skin and innards fed the river’s crocodiles and piranhas; its two front legs were divided between two black jaguars. As for the green anaconda... just moments ago, while watching the boat, it had casually swallowed a giant bony-tongue fish and was now digesting.

After a punch from Luo Yu’s Dragon Claw, few ordinary people could fully withstand its impact.

The bright moon hung like a plate over the snow, illuminating the clear night fragrant with drifting plum blossoms. At the foot of Taihe Mountain, snow lay outside the camp overnight, and passing carriages left rutted tracks on the ice.

“Zhaoren, if I hadn’t spoken today, you would have caused trouble. Now you don’t appreciate me but blame me instead; I was genuinely worried for you,” Pei Ji said sorrowfully, as if grievously wronged.

Thanks to Luo Yu’s reminder, Lin Guoguo finally recalled the blue figure they had encountered in the ruins of Cangmang Palace.

But Grace Emma, reflecting on the era’s order, hierarchy, and the distinctions between the pope and themselves, found peace and even comforted Pikapi.

Romney gazed upon the vibrant coastline and refrained from marring this serene natural beauty, instead searching for the materials known as sea iron, possibly meteorite iron.

Some had participated in last night’s corpse transformation evil deeds as guards, others hadn’t but still felt a chill upon hearing of it.

Lin Xiao’s entry was possible only because after their last drinking session, Ke Shaobei had left him his access card.

Ran Tian gave a blunt glance at Dongfang Fengzhuo: “Master, you’re certainly not as petty as me. You’re higher-ranked and even more petty!”

Just then, a loud noise erupted from the well’s mouth. Startled, everyone backed away as a figure suddenly burst forth from within, landing beside Chenghuan Wanjin.

While Lou Hao was worried, a familiar voice sounded, accompanied by someone suddenly appearing before him.

“Soft swords, if wielded well, kill; if not, they harm the wielder,” the Six-Fingered Black Hero said calmly. Known as the world’s foremost sword sect, he had seen countless swordsmen. To him, Concubine Mi’s swordsmanship was too immature—one strike had hit the soft spot of the Water-Defying Sword, nearly causing it to backfire on its master.

Zhen Chanzi wore an expression of utter hardship, so much so that Chi Zheng couldn’t help but feel sympathy. He had never valued magical power at all.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng hurriedly smiled, handing the gift to housekeeper Aunt Feng, then paid New Year’s respects to the general’s wife and Ning Meng’s mother. He was about to go upstairs to find the general when Ning Meng, the mischievous girl, dragged him into her chamber before he took more than a few steps.

Because his own strength could not influence the battle, and although Harrison and Roger came from the Chaos Void Wizard Academy, Demon had little concept of their actual power. Last time he saw Harrison, he was only a novice wizard apprentice.

Jiang Cheng’s sudden words startled Liu Zuiqing, who quickly turned, facing away so he couldn’t see her expression.

At that moment, Tuoba Xuanyuan entered Longquan Garden with Ye Qinghan. A divine bird perched on Ye Qinghan’s shoulder, proud and untamed, surveying the more than forty people in the forest pavilion beside the martial arena, like a supreme sovereign.

In his past life, Ding Qishan, such a promising Daoist prodigy, ruined himself—bringing harm to others and himself.

Ma Xiaoyao placed his hand on a stone. Suddenly, the mysterious orb floating in his mind pulsed. No mistake—the orb had indeed flickered.

The previous competition rewards might have been precious to wizard apprentices, but to most formal wizards, they were insignificant. The Domain’s Egg, however, was another matter—beyond wizard apprentices, even many low and mid-level wizards might go mad over it.