Chapter 39: A Gentle Pat Keeps the Fright Away

Madam Snake looked up to see Chu Kongshan crawling out of the mud, utterly disheveled. His face was swollen and purple, looking as if it might burst. He sat cross-legged to circulate his inner energy, yet his body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Nan smiled. In truth, this was merely the work of the Heaven-Reaching Tower; if it had been left to him, he truly could not have accomplished it.

"It has turned back into what it was before. What on earth is going on?" Masaki Okamura muttered, his words seeming somewhat slurred.

The expressions of Lei Zeyu and Lei Deyou shifted simultaneously. They realized that the many elders were looking at them with strange, cold gazes, and the high-ranking elders among them made no effort to hide their distaste.

"I don't know if it was without cause, but regardless, why they targeted me, I truly have no idea!" I shrugged and continued.

Seeing my hesitant expression, Chen Xuan widened his eyes, looking at me in confusion. I gathered his meaning; he wanted me to continue the story.

Sensing his son’s confusion, the Burning Yama Lord briefly explained the relationship between the Burning Heaven Sect and the Fire Heaven Sect.

In an instant, seven or eight people were blasted into bloody mists. These individuals were all at the Spirit Gathering Realm and were completely unable to withstand such an attack. As soon as the battle began, they met their deaths.

Liehuo let out a roar, then opened his wide mouth, spewing a pillar of fire as thick as a man’s arm, which shot straight toward the left side of the Demon Child.

"Do you really think you can strike my Young Master Han Yu? Although your hit didn't hurt and you gave me face, do you think I will give you any? Go, all of you, beat him to a pulp! If you kill him, I'll take the blame."

Mu Qingyi’s premonition had not been groundless; murderous intent now surged, causing the civilians on the street to panic. One man lunged with a blade toward Su Quan, but Mu Qingyi stepped in, blocking his path. She locked eyes with the man—it was Mo Lingqi—their gazes clashing in fury.

The Firmament Command Token was engraved with a depiction of the firmament and a starry sky, emitting a faint, dazzling glow that shimmered in resonance with the mark on the thin old man’s robes.

I asked weakly, then immediately understood the trio's surprise. How could a country exist without a Yellow Emperor? This statement was simply beyond their comprehension.

Yet, by comparison, Lu Baoxian suddenly felt that the so-called "noble aura" of high society was completely eclipsed by the stunning, jewel-adorned brilliance of Nan Shu.

Nan Shu’s appearance at that time was purely accidental. Given Pei Si’s driving skills, it was absolutely impossible that he had caused the accident to avoid her; she had been standing far away on the side of the road.

Meanwhile, Fang Fan suddenly grasped many aspects of space he had previously failed to understand, and his comprehension deepened further as strands of spatial law swirled within his body.

Suddenly, a sword pierced the black-clad man from behind, and he collapsed, dead. Only then did Qin E see what had happened. She saw the man's face: "Changxiu! Changxiu! Is it really you?" She was overcome with emotion, tears of grievance streaming down her face.

"Hehe, there’s nothing to do in the hall, I’d better head outside..." Chen Che bowed, declined once more, and resumed his escape, his footsteps picking up speed again.

It was indeed someone from the "Hand of Darkness." It seemed the leader might really be the current head of the "Hand of Darkness."

"En, en, I am very much looking forward to your performance." Ouyang Yingqi waved at him with a smile and turned to leave, but he grabbed her.

"Your son pays his respects to his father." Dong Zhuo’s words were coarse. Liu Bian did not follow suit immediately, but he could not bring himself to harbor any thought of defiance—partly out of fear, partly out of reluctance. With a thud, he knelt and kowtowed nine times respectfully, though he changed the address from "Dad" to "Father."

Yan You was always sensitive. With him by her side, she could strongly feel his heart—his silent, devoted companionship—which had transitioned from initial awkwardness to a sense of natural belonging.

By the time they arrived at "Colorful Fragrance," only twenty-five minutes had passed since Shen Tingxuan’s phone call.

Guo Jing did not understand the implication, but when Yu Sheng told him that this was all wealth extorted from the people by Wanyan Honglie, Guo Jing did not doubt it.

However, the ghostly soldiers, descending with the might of an army, would not allow Xie Bangui to escape easily. In mere moments, amidst the chilling wind pursuing them, a thousand armored cavalrymen revealed their grim visages, raising their sabers high to strike ruthlessly at the backs of their heads.

The tree was hung with red paper strips that swayed in the breeze, exuding an indescribable romance.

Seeing him injured, seeing him rejected by Ouyang Yingqi, she felt an indescribable ache. Since that was the case, why not be bold and pursue him, even if she knew he loved Ouyang Yingqi?

"Give birth, give birth, give birth to your head! If you want to give birth, go do it yourself, I won't!" Chen Yu, her face full of gloom, glared at him fiercely, then pushed him away to find her clothes.

Li Ye just had them sign the contract, and then he would own an A8?

Chu Mingyue felt a flicker of interest. Having been busy with sect affairs for years, she had little time to cultivate, which had led to her ranking among the elders being merely mediocre, sparking some controversy.

Fortunately, Elder Yao had scoured ancient texts and found a prescription that could delay the spread of the poison, instructing Luo Jiang to brew a dose every day for Shen Wufeng.

"The common people surely wouldn't like other pigs, but they will certainly love my pigs," Li Mao said with a smile.

It was not a major matter; in the countryside, no family was so formal at the dinner table.

Princess Peacock did not understand the situation. Unaware of the truth, she merely assumed everyone disliked people like Tripitaka.

In the eighteenth year of the Kaiyuan era, he was appointed as the Military Commissioner of Hexi and participated in the Yuchuan Campaign under the command of the Hexi Jiedushi, Xiao Song.

Hearing this, Diona slowly set down the recipe in her hand and spoke earnestly to Fanan.

Indeed, this beauty was Bi Qin in disguise. Her only public identity was that of the Left Protector of the Bi Quan Palace; the world did not know that the Sun family affair was orchestrated by the Palace Master of Bi Quan.

The leader was a major general in his forties with a square face. Yet, his expression lacked the sternness of a soldier or the majesty of a general; instead, it carried a hint of kindness—or more accurately, slickness.