Volume 1, Chapter 38: The One Who Came to Confess to Dr. Gu

A massive energy shield appeared before everyone, and within it, the faint outline of an island could be discerned.

However, the moment this thought arose, his expression shifted violently, and then, he froze.

He Dong asked in return, and although he knew in his heart that this behavior was dangerous, he felt a warm sense of being moved.

Yu Fei was startled by his voice. Seeing the potato pancake getting closer, he instinctively tried to dodge. But! He could not escape the clutches of the potato pancake, which immediately lunged at him, embracing him with tears and snot running down its face.

They say impulse is the devil, and clearly, at this moment, they had even forgotten the lessons they had learned not long ago.

Shang Nanxing and his nephew exchanged a look and said, "Is that really necessary? Even if we were to take on apprentices, there would only be a few dozen of them."

Looking at the countless venomous snakes attacking him, Bingliudian let out a hissing roar, his hands waving incessantly, forming layers of energy barriers before him in an attempt to block Ye Tian’s attack.

Gu Wushuang spoke once more, then turned and walked away. Though he departed, he left behind a lingering chill.

Just as he jumped into the lake, that familiar sensation of spinning vertigo arrived right on schedule.

But after Brother Qi accepted the film offer from Xia Yue Studio, he informed them when they came for confirmation that he had already signed with a new agency. Wasn't that clearly making a fool of them?

Yet, Hanchu could not take in a single word of what Yun Ci said afterward. Her heart gradually became hollow—not with sadness, not with anger, and not with resentment, but with an inexplicable, wordless void.

However, if Hanchu were truly deeply embroiled in the domestic affairs of the Yun household, would he be able to take her away easily in a few years? Or rather, would the Matriarch let her go?

For instance, the Blood-Weeping Golden Fruit that Tiansheng needed was something many loose immortals required but could not necessarily find. Yet, the Fin-people, who possessed the Heart of the Sea, could easily locate it. Thus, the Fin-people would use the Blood-Weeping Golden Fruit as leverage to demand all sorts of conditions.

Zhu Yong’s gaze was cold and sharp as he stared at the Qing troops surging outside the city, issuing orders to Peng Hao standing beside him.

"Since the Eldest Aunt has things to attend to, there is no need to worry about Xiang'er. Xiang'er treats this place like her own home and will not stand on ceremony." Compared to the Second Madam Li, the Eldest Madam Li was much closer to Lü Xiang'er, and Xiang'er could feel that the affection the Eldest Madam showed her was entirely genuine.

But this one-on-one enemy had no chance, for Lu Feng had already circled around to the enemy's rear.

Some unscrupulous Ming generals even went so far as to embezzle their soldiers' pay to expand their own private armies.

Yet she could do nothing, nor could she stop it. Furthermore, the reason for Young Master Yun’s departure was, in a way, related to her. Actually, she was filled with gratitude; she should face this kindness and parting with a smile.

"Brother Ye Tian, we did it." Wan'er smiled, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man before her. After more than a year of great battles, both the Demon Tribe and the Bone Tribe had been thoroughly annihilated, and the West Sea and East Sea were finally unified.

Next, Tiansheng, refusing to believe it, stabbed fiercely a few more times. Still unable to pierce the black dragon’s belly, he exhausted almost all his strength. He stopped his futile efforts in frustration, staring at the pitch-black mass before him, and began to consider other methods.

Yang Tianhuo could read his lips; he wanted to say: The Ping family will not let you go, I will be waiting for you in hell.

Damn, Master is truly ruthless. Giving me this Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife—if I go in the future, won't it just be your property anyway!?

The man’s expression changed slightly. This watch was extraordinary; what it said must be true. He had previously set it to alert him if anyone approached, though he had not thought anyone other than himself could find this Vulture Palace.

After all, with Zhang Xiao’s precedent of single-handedly killing Li Mi, the idea of assassinating Jieli was not entirely unimaginable.

Of course, the signature technique of the Sword Immortal Sect was not the Formless Sword Qi, but the Nine-String Formless Sword. It is said that one can unleash nine completely different types of formless sword energy—some sweeping and grand, others subtle and delicate, and even sword energy that can curve—making it impossible to defend against; essentially, there is no defense.

Su Qin echoed with a laugh, then shifted her gaze away from Su Yun, ignoring his words further.

Xuanzang said, "There is nothing to be done about it; being too polite to us would shake the soldiers' morale. Fortunately, those few soldiers didn't really beat us." He was truly capable of thinking of others.

Formations were a very obscure subject in the martial arts world. The Eight Freaks of Jiangnan were not familiar with them, though Wang Chuyi and the others had studied formations in order to learn the Seven-Star Formation.

Guantian was also in a difficult position after hearing this; he was not sure if they could catch up. However, thinking it over, continuing to flee like this was not a solution. It would be better to rest here for a moment and plan carefully.

Added to this, the consciousness of Li Yuan within his body began to recover, and the restless sensation of breaking free made his reaction a step too slow. Sensing the danger approaching from behind, his own evasive maneuver was not timely enough, resulting in the Slaughter Blade striking the right shoulder of the Demon Breath Wuzhuo.