Chapter Sixty-Six: Why Can't He Just Come to Like Me?

"Zhiyin, you're finally awake!" Ouyang Junyan immediately grasped her hand tightly. "Three hours ago, the doctor said you would wake soon. I didn't expect it would take you so long!"

Fang Zhiyin's head still felt dizzy. The sharpest pain was in her back, and she recalled that just before losing consciousness, her back had slammed into a tree.

She quickly remembered the cause of her blackout—it happened when she was paragliding, swept away by a fierce gust of wind and crashed into a tree!

"I'm just glad you're awake. Are you still uncomfortable anywhere?" Ouyang Junyan asked anxiously.

Fang Zhiyin had never imagined that a simple paragliding trip could lead to such an accident. Seeing Ouyang’s concern for her, a gentle warmth flowed through her heart.

Everyone who saw Xiao Yang’s threatening gaze felt bitterness well within them. To refuse meant certain death, but submission was no guarantee of survival either—apparently, being a dog here was no easy feat.

Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the dean of Dragonfall Academy could have produced such a creature.

Shaoyu swept his lance in a wide arc, unseating the youth from his horse. The youth, however, was not to be outdone, thrusting his spear forward with deadly precision. The weapon in the youth’s hand was no ordinary lance like Shaoyu’s, and as their weapons collided, Shaoyu’s spear snapped, while the youth’s lance struck straight toward Shaoyu’s chest and abdomen.

Yet, since ancient times, it wasn’t entirely impossible to break through. Some of the ancient species here had already discovered ways to reach the King of Heaven level. It was just that many of the spirit beasts disdained those methods, for even if one reached that height, there were bound to be consequences later on.

The refugee who had accused the Li family of murder grew pale instantly, especially as others echoed the accusation, and he couldn’t help but glance aside nervously.

In just a few short days, the capital had seen more than its share of dramatic spectacles and incidents. Among them was Dong Yuming’s open entry into the court.

Bai Jingqi seemed aware of the situation and refrained from acting rashly. For the moment, an uneasy balance held between opposing sides.

To be with the one you care about, to admire the radiant dawn together, to witness the sunrise—the symbol of hope—and at dusk, to watch the sunset and the fiery clouds… How beautiful that must be. Even if one only lived for a few decades, what did it matter? At least every day would be full of meaning and lived to the fullest.

While Xiao Chen was still pondering this, Shen Duidui—no, Shen Shijue—suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

Lost in thought, Tiancheng shook his head again. The cultivation technique for the Heart-Seeking Art was truly peculiar. Perhaps no one in the Heavenly Sword Sect had ever practiced it before. He hadn’t even achieved the grand completion of the Empathic Layer, yet he had created such a unique technique on his own. It was bound to arouse suspicion.

The fact that Tiancheng and the other three had been brought here proved that the Four of Heavenly Battle intended to promote them as Guardians.

Ji Wushuang, observing the frowning and pensive Zhidie, was inwardly amused. This girl must have realized that she treated her differently from everyone else.

His secret weapon was a jade flute, exquisitely carved and a priceless antique. Howard had gone to great lengths to procure it for Li Ling amid the chaos of war-torn Cathay.

"Let’s go!" commanded Black and White Impermanence, and together with their followers, they transformed into dozens of streaks of light, swiftly departing Mount Taibai. These demonic cultivators truly came and went like the wind.

Li Er was not preserving his strength out of caution. Although the Japanese army’s forces in the Shanghai area were not substantial, they could easily call reinforcements to encircle and suppress any threat. Without thorough preparation, Li was not willing to take such a risk.

"It would be my honor; Jichen feels the same." Jichen had recovered from most of his injuries and was eager to discuss cooperation between Lidao and Dragon Soul. After all, he also wished to spread the teachings of the Moon Worship Cult and expand its influence.

The man in white struggled violently within himself, deliberating whether to sever a leg or to let this more advanced spiritual energy supplant his original strength and begin cultivation anew.

The door to the hospital room opened once more, and the doctor entered—the same physician who had been overseeing her prenatal care.

No matter how strong an ordinary martial artist was, before a spiritual warrior, they were utterly powerless to resist.