Chapter 65: Stalling for Time

For reasons unknown, Chen Wei was utterly certain of her grasp in dealing with Chen Rong. The most crucial tactic was to employ persistent, grinding patience in ordinary times to make the general grow weary of her. Once she struck, however, it must be like a venomous snake, leaving her target with no hope of a comeback.

Because one day in the immortal prison equated to a year in the mortal realm, to the people of the Divine State world, Yan Yi had experienced that parting of life and death for less than half a day.

Hattori Chiyuki looked up at the sky, where dark clouds gathered densely and raindrops fell in a patter. A bitter smile touched the corner of her mouth.

An ordinary person, even if capable of digesting this torrent of memories, would need to fall into a deep sleep for at least several days, if not dozens.

Jiang Chengce abruptly rose from his seat, turned around, forced a smile as he waved at Kim So-yeon and Yoona, and then strode away resolutely without looking back.

In truth, as Feng Shen's most capable assistant, although Feng Yinmo was slightly inferior in strength compared to Yao Bo and Rahu, he was generally on equal footing with them.

As for Cen Qiuli, she had feigned a stomachache and knew someone had been sent to deliver a message, yet a whole day had passed without anyone coming back with a reply, nor had Xue Chenyan come to rescue her. She herself was holding up all right, but Amber was running a persistent high fever, her forehead burning to the touch.

The descent of the True Phoenix would bring forth great wondrous portents upon the world, with ten blood-red moons descending to rule over the entire land. Surely, the astrologers of the Sword Soul Continent would have their own interpretations of this and must be making their respective plans. Yet, up to now, no anomalous changes had occurred in the heavens and earth, nor had there been anything amiss among the cultivators of the Sword Soul Continent.

Huangfu Yan looked at the "He Qingfan" who had leaped up and said with a smile, glancing sideways at Huangfu Huan's expression. He noticed that there was initially a hint of surprise, but gradually her expression grew cold as she stared malevolently at "He Qingfan."

Just at that moment, a slender figure walked out from inside the house, moving with unsteady steps.

Even if Su Nanzhi had no eye for goods, she could still tell that Jin Haolin's spirit boat was equivalent to a luxury car from her past life, considering the immense wealth it represented.

Jin Haolin furrowed his brows tightly. The very first time he saw Cheng Jiao, he knew she was an overbearing and vicious character.

Cure Gu venom as well... Hah, what a joke. It must be something Han Rui conjured up just to save face for Chen Ming.

Her white dress was stained with mud and blood, and the lotus hairpin in her hair was crooked, her hair disheveled.

Chen Ping'an, deep in sleep, slowly woke up upon hearing shouts, catching a familiar voice drifting up from downstairs.

"Why hasn't His Imperial Father returned yet? Doesn't Hanbao usually come home around this time?" the First Madam asked with some anxiety.

Mu Rou gritted her teeth and stood up. She had known all along that Bai Yuanyuan's past talk of making sacrifices for others' happiness was nothing but deceitful lies.

Bai Yuanyuan frowned in deep thought. Knowing Yue Tingzhou, he had always treated her with utmost coldness; how could he possibly care about what she liked to eat, drink, or use?

Du Yan gritted his teeth, a surge of anger pent up in his chest making him unbearably stifled, and he could not help but harbor resentment toward his father.

Li Yunmu's originally arrogant and domineering posture froze into ice the moment he heard that voice.

Such disdain, such contempt for the entire world, and such a courageous attitude toward life of challenging oneself should naturally exist only within the realm of theory.

Fourth Master Jiang walked over to the bed and, seeing her sleeping soundly, lacked the heart to wake her, so he pulled a thin quilt over her.

"Zhi Tian Tan?" Zhang Qinli repeated the name, pondering silently to himself. Although he had just arrived in this place, a soldier's intuition told him that this clue might genuinely lead them to Master Guima.

Seeing that she did not rush to reject him this time, Bo Yanxiao let a trace of a smile flash across the depths of his eyes and said, "I hope to win it back myself. They dislike me because I treated you poorly in the past, but I am already changing."

New energy vehicles were different; their batteries were too large, and once spontaneous combustion occurred, one could basically only watch helplessly as the entire vehicle burned into a charred shell. The visual impact was much greater, which was why netizens paid much higher attention to spontaneous combustion in new energy vehicles.

Because the matter was quite urgent, the two of them headed straight to the suburban research institute on the outskirts of the capital as soon as their conversation ended.

She froze for a few seconds, until the bathroom door cracked open an inch from the inside, releasing a wave of warm, humid steam as the man's deep, husky, and calm voice drifted out.

Because of this, Xu Chuiruo had to mobilize her entire mind and body to perform acupuncture for her eldest brother, which consequently resulted in an extreme drain on her mental energy.

"Too late!" Chu Lingxi lashed out with her whip. In a flash, several more corpses were added to the ground in the woods.

During proper class hours, he certainly did not let Jiang Banxia reply to him, and Jiang Banxia herself knew what class time signified.

The materialized hand of her divine sense was identical in appearance to her when she was alive—slender, white, and delicate with tapering fingers. Although it was performing such a malicious act as obliterating someone's divine sense, one could not deny that every movement carried an indescribable sense of aesthetic beauty.

Furthermore, Ji Minghan's current strength was simply incomparable to before. Although he had only just awakened, he had already reached the level of the ninth stage of the Spirit Emperor.

Feng Ji crossed his arms and remained silent, his gaze fixed upon the distant night sky where a silver moon seemed about to descend behind the western mountains. Judging by this, the hour could not be very early.

Yuan Futu's gaze turned grim as he recalled the Soul-Rending Saber and that streak of tribulation sword qi, only to see the Golden Wheel Immortal tumble miserably to the ground, shivering all over. That sensation of having just returned from the gates of hell was truly unpleasant.

Though Hua Rufeng despised Lu Xiaoxiao, at this moment, seeing the Holy See suffer such a humiliating defeat still put him in a rather good mood.

A figure slowly and leisurely materialized, and with a flash, an elderly man appeared inside the room. However, his sharp, falcon-like eyes, glittering as if they gathered the stars of the sky, bore no resemblance to the turbid eyes of an old man.

He let out a muffled grunt of pain as beads of cold sweat densely oozed from his forehead. Had his willpower not been exceptionally strong, he would have screamed out in agony.