Chapter 80: Even If This Man Does Not Love Her

Linlin Chen had lost her mind.

In that moment, Fang Zhiyin realized this woman was beyond reason; everything she had done today was nothing but an act of vengeance against her and Ouyang Junyan. Whether she would go as far as to kill someone depended entirely on her whim.

Linlin’s young boyfriend was already terrified out of his wits. He had never expected Linlin to go this far. He probably thought he was merely helping her bring someone in to frighten them a little—how could he have foreseen things would escalate like this?

“Linlin, it’s still not too late to stop!” The boy was, at the very least, kind-hearted—or perhaps simply cowardly—as he tried to dissuade her.

“Get out of my way!” Linlin kicked him hard in the chest. “You two—”

Those violet eyes were gentle as water, brimming with boundless tenderness that enveloped her; in that instant, Ji Zili realized that being loved by such a man must be the greatest happiness one could imagine.

When the vast, boundless aura of slaughter gradually dissipated, the Divine Sword Qingping calmed and floated quietly in the air, appearing entirely ordinary.

“Let’s do this—let’s just share a room,” Lu Shanshan proposed cheerfully and straightforwardly in the end.

“Master, I really didn’t do it on purpose; you could have pushed me away, couldn’t you? Last time, didn’t you tie me up with a cloud blanket?” Ruoli lowered her voice as she spoke.

Ruoli was well aware of her own abilities. Even though those days of cultivation had come at a painful price, it was impossible for her to have changed so drastically overnight. Those favored by destiny might never experience the half-step to perfection and would step directly into mastery; but without that fate, that fortune, even a lifetime of cultivation would yield nothing.

Taiyi had no objection to Qintianyu casting spiritual arts on him, for he knew the purpose was to help him grasp certain insights more easily. Still, what intrigued him far more was Qingtian’s astonishing talk of forging the Celestial Court.

It had been a long time since he’d shared a meal with Li Qingping; even phone calls had been sparse lately, all because of how busy things had become.

He was not blindly confident, but after mastering the “Earth-shaking Mountain,” he understood well the destructive power of this divine ability.

Ye Ning took the phone, studied my face for a moment, and finally put it away. The moment Gu Tao and the others heard, they bounced off the bed, faces full of shock.

Taking delight in the spectacle, Sha Wujing applauded with such enthusiasm that his palms turned bright red.

“Brother Jin, what’s this? Just a few days apart and you don’t recognize me anymore?” Zhou Ye sighed, a trace of sorrow in his voice.

“Hahaha, just joking—don’t take it to heart. Honestly, I never expected you and Brother Lu to make it this far,” Zhou Ye said with a laugh.

The next morning, a heavy fog hung over everything, but the instant the alien legion deployed, the surge of heat and light energy illuminated the entire battlefield.

At the bottom of the massive crater, dazzling light radiated in all directions. As the brilliance faded, everyone could still sense the violent magical energy surging throughout the space, as though a true battle between gods had just taken place.

Near the end, Sun Ya’s voice choked with emotion, and at the same time, her aura surged uncontrollably from the excessive use of Blood-burning Pills.

Senior Wujue had once told him that whether Ke’er survived the year depended entirely on the intervention of a benefactor; all signs pointed to Zhou Mingyang as that very person.

“Princess Rong, are you feeling unwell?” Wei Chenfeng, uncertain of Ji Wanrong’s intentions, asked with great caution.

“Immortal Xuelong, this is Mount Tianhan. If you have any business, just speak to Yuhua—she’s familiar with everything here,” Youmeng said before withdrawing.

“Of course. If I hadn’t been lying there so long that I started snoring…” Yan Ruiqing grinned, not feeling the least bit embarrassed.

Just as Deputy Commander Zhu was about to give the order to cover the retreat, a deafening roar filled the sky and a colossal warplane streaked overhead.

Lei Ming parted his cracked lips, barely managing to utter a single word—“I”—before Arrow Nine snorted, turned on his heel with a look of smug satisfaction, and walked away.