Chapter 35: The Side Path

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It was the first time Huangfu Mingyu had seen Du Aobai, usually strong and brave, cry like a lost child unable to find his way home. A deep sympathy welled within him for Du Aobai.

Yet, no matter how subtle that force was, it was still an external power, beyond Chen Qingniu’s control.

Still, this matter needed further verification. Although Chen Qingniu knew very little, he could make a judgment.

At this declaration, all the vampire cavalry roared in unison and drew their long swords from their waists. Clearly, their enthusiasm for drinking blood far exceeded their zeal for eradicating rebels.

After the prayer, one must hold incense with both hands, press it to the forehead, and bow deeply three times to demonstrate sincerity.

In a battle of this scale, even the slightest ripple could affect nearby ordinary people and harm countless living beings.

The elders of the Western Sect watched Wang Yinguo, who wielded a hammer, with a sense of regret and frustration. They pondered how to deal with this quasi-Saint of Egret Mountain to achieve their goals.

On the other end of the line, Ye Xuanjun was too busy to pay attention. After a few hurried words, she politely told Du Zonglin where the spare key was hidden in her car and advised him to go upstairs for a drink and rest. Then she hung up.

Spreading faith would develop the Heavenly Court. Developing the Heavenly Court would allow entry of immortals and gods. With their presence, the world could be regulated, preventing its descent into ruin—a chain reaction.

However, Chen Chang’an, aside from occasionally grimacing in pain, showed no fatal signs. That was what puzzled him most.

Dong Lezhen was utterly at a loss with this single-mindedness. Normally, he tried to avoid him, yet on a sudden whim to check on a promising talent, fate brought them together again—they truly had a karmic bond.

The preliminary round ended, still far from the championship. The remaining contestants would be grouped in threes. Each trio would compete: a win earned three points, a loss zero, and a draw one. The highest scorer in each group advanced; the rest were eliminated.

Assistant Li quickly covered his mouth after making a sound and shrank into a corner at a snail’s pace, yet he could not escape the president’s deadly glare.

At this moment, whether due to Shangguan Ce’s death or the intrusion of outsiders, the ball of fire was undergoing a startling transformation.

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Only after Changqing repeatedly confirmed with 748 did she shift her attention back to Wuxin, only to see him still confronting Master Wudu. Helpless, Changqing had to cover his mouth herself.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of deeply affectionate eyes in the darkness. In the haze, she discerned his handsome face.

In such a scenario of overwhelming superiority, if he were not respectful of elders and loving toward the young, no one would dare to retort.

Under his master’s care, the Da Shi Hua happily raised its tail-like vines, signaling its readiness to fight.

Sure enough, the back window was pushed open from outside, and Feng Qiheng flipped into the room but did not proceed further.

Hearing from Jin Ling that Zhao Ming was again attempting to recruit for the Shanhai Sect’s firewood team, Jin Ling declined for the time being, citing a desire to study the Shanhai Manual. Zhao Ming was somewhat disappointed but remained courteous.

Upon hearing this, Tianxing raised his eyebrows, knowing that in beast language, it meant, “What are we to do now~!” Immediately, he took a bottle of elixir from his bosom and tossed it toward Shiyan.

“Young lord, everyone has been brought,” just then, the personal guards trailing Beiming Changfeng entered, escorting a dozen foreign devils with curly hair and high noses.

To earn a lasting reputation as a benevolent and wise ruler through a pile of gold and lifeless objects, while gaining great trust and favor from the Xiao family.

After leaving Bai Changtian behind, Ziyu, driven by agitation, thought nothing and rushed back to Wanli City, riding a fine steed in the direction of Lingnan King’s City.

“Sister, did you come to save me? I’m so scared~!” At the sight of Jian Mo, Zhao Zong’s tears began to flow uncontrollably; his pent-up sorrow finally found release.

While Linghu Tianhai was immersed in practicing Sacred Martial Arts and diligently refining weapons and alchemy, Xiao Yumiao was abruptly teleported out by Linghu Tianhai without warning.

This was Jin Ling’s second battle with a magical beast after the Vajra Demon Ape. He felt no fear; instead, his heart surged with a fierce passion.

The implication of this statement was to suggest there was a conspirator allied with Sima Yi within the army. Cao Cao pondered it carefully and naturally understood its meaning. Looking at his seasoned generals, he wondered if anyone truly colluded with Sima Yi.

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Though their forms were only a dozen zhang tall, they knew this was merely a convenient disguise for movement; their true forms were much larger.

The momentum came suddenly, descending upon the ten men like a violent tide, continually battering them.

Other cultivators, sensing something amiss, followed Song Zhicheng’s loud shout and rushed into Cangshan Valley without hesitation.

Therefore, to break through from here, unless one was an immortal or a miracle occurred, Tang Tianlei and his companions could only bid farewell to this world.

Lin Yan understood Vietnamese, which greatly surprised Liang Siyi, since Lin Yan was not a language student; she dared not hope he also spoke Spanish.

Qiao Keke did not know how she had come here; she only remembered that after solemnly entering the restroom, a vague voice whispered in her ear, leading her inexplicably to the second floor.

Ye Ning directly raised the bid by one million, startling everyone in the hall. That sum was enough to purchase a superior-grade sacred artifact.

“So, your illness is not serious?” Hearing that her son had undergone a heart transplant and seemed spirited now, Yang Huimin’s face blossomed with a radiant smile. She set down her spoon and grasped Lu Yunqing’s hand.

Huh? Why are those scoundrels, who had wine spilled on them by Xu Jing, staring at me? Are they waiting for a joke?

Zhang Xuewu wanted to say something but found that no matter how he moved his lips, no sound would come out.

No, I mustn’t think any further... If I do, with so many people watching, I might embarrass myself!