One hundred twenty-five

Wei Heng idled at home, though in truth, there was plenty to be done; he simply had no heart for it.

He had been waiting for word from Su Yun since morning, yet there was not a whisper.

No greeting in the morning, no greeting at noon—Wei Heng finally came to his senses and realized he could send a message himself.

But when he sent one, there was no response. He figured the signal in the countryside must be poor, or perhaps she was too busy to check her phone. Wei Heng...

Lu Yue curled her lips. To be able to make someone hate her so intensely ninety-six years after leaving the Guizang Realm—that was a talent in itself.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed immediately by a thunderclap directly above Xiang Yuandong’s head.

In truth, Li Zhenguo felt a twinge of regret. He had even asked his wife to prepare a table of food and wine that evening, intending to host Chu Tian at his home. After all, ever since Chu Tian had saved him, he had yet to express his gratitude.

Although some retainers were unwilling to acknowledge these laws, they were helpless to change them. Yet, some people simply refused to appreciate kindness.

"But I’m a five-element root too!" Zhu Yao pointed at her nose, feeling wronged. Before you look down on others, shouldn't you consider the people caught in the crossfire?

At this moment, Gao Shiqiong was pacing back and forth in the living room of his home somewhere in the New Territory, restless and chain-smoking.

When he got off work that evening, Ma Xiaoyao was ambushed by a gang of tall, burly men, each brandishing an iron rod. They swarmed him like madmen. Before Ma Xiaoyao could even speak, Lei Dazhuang, standing to the side, had already charged out.

"Understood. This poor monk thanks Xiu-li Daifu for his magnanimity. The two cities will withdraw the Hojo family’s forces within two days. Please rest assured, Xiu-li Daifu." Before leaving, Hojo Gen’an did not forget to remind Asasada, implying that the Ogigayatsu-Uesugi family had better not make any moves in the next two days.

After all, Lu Xuan was the first warrior at the same level of the Martial Monarch limit to withstand his blade just now without a scratch.

Although he had been the first to act that day, shooting down the sparrowhawk with an arrow, for some reason, she always felt she couldn't get close to him.

Zhuang Jian nodded. For the Vermillion Bird to speak this way meant their power was indeed insufficient to maintain the suppression, which was why they had emerged to seek help. Otherwise, if the Scarlet Flame Demon Lord were to break free and go into hiding, he would eventually become a great scourge.

"If we’re going to fight, then let’s fight. Who’s afraid of whom?" Gaia looked full of fighting spirit, waving her fists as she prepared to rush forward.

At this moment, Gu Luo truly felt the severe insufficiency of his strength. "If I had the strength of a Liquid Condensation or even a Seal Treading expert, would they still dare to slaughter me at will?" He clenched his fists and walked sullenly back to his room.

The youth’s face was deathly pale, radiating an aura even colder than before, enough to make one shiver.

Then, the graceful figure stood still. A long zither appeared in her palms. As her jade fingers plucked the strings, a sound wave suddenly tore through the air, striking the back of the powerhouse’s head.

The Sea of the Netherworld was as crimson as blood. I watched as my dead brother’s soul returned once more to the cherry blossom forest, his hollow eyes regaining their former tenderness at the sound of my call.

Only in this way could the fading life force of Cassius and Blake be stabilized.

Gan Tian, who possessed the memories of the Purple Emperor’s ancient world, actually had a deep understanding of the Qianmei, and even knew the reasons behind the evolution of those royal abilities.

Sima Xuan carried Heitong Boruto on his back while leading Lin Peng into the spatial rift, looking back to give a final instruction.

"You’re a good child. With such a heavy mission, you still think to visit an old man like me..." Old Tang patted the revolver.

On the day of the wedding ceremony, the area in front of the Wing Kingdom’s palace was almost entirely surrounded by well-wishing guests, with the Imperial Guards forced to stand guard from afar. The citizens of Wing Capital, as if the excitement weren't enough, flooded the streets. Outside the palace gates, the crowds were packed tight, brimming with joy and roaring with noise; cheers and congratulations rang out one after another. Even the clouds in the blue sky seemed startled and drifted away, leaving the heavens vast and clear for ten thousand miles.