Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Ethereal Moon

"If you wish to preserve her soul, we can assist," Kisuke Urahara remarked upon seeing the situation.

Consequently, after concluding his call with Chu Xiongtian, Xiang Ningxuan instructed Marli to arrange a pledge of allegiance ceremony for the following day.

Perhaps it was the arrival in a new environment or the sight of long-lost friends, but Jiang Wanhao’s mood seemed to have improved significantly. She spoke occasionally, though she remained a far cry from the quick-witted Jiang Wanhao of the past, who could always leave others laughing or lamenting with her clever remarks.

As he spoke, he produced a plastic bottle from a bag, filled with a white liquid. Watching it, a sense of foreboding grew within Jiang Wanhao.

Lu Xudong stood tall and elegant in the elevator, his hands shoved into his pockets, his expression blank. Upon seeing me, he frowned slightly in surprise and opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze immediately darted behind me, causing his brow to knit into a tight knot.

Gu Xixi squatted helplessly on the ground, hugging her knees. She buried her face deep between them, her frail shoulders trembling, a testament to the helplessness of their owner in this moment.

This was merely a conjecture, yet it could not be denied that Lin Daodao, who could peer into destiny, indeed had a chance of executing such a maneuver.

"Brother..." I wanted to suggest that even if the money had to be returned to Ye Shengyin, we could use this method to coax my sister-in-law back first. But before I could finish, the sound of keys turning in the lock came from the doorway.

His eyes swept across the surrounding darkness. The next moment, he swung both hands, and energy shot from his fingertips in all directions indiscriminately. Like thousands of arrows released in succession, they carried a fierce wind, flying until they reached the edge of vision.

I followed her into the room and, looking at the Christmas decorations, felt it was filled with the warmth of home and the sweetness of happiness.

Such scenes were everywhere. According to Lvyar's observation, within her field of vision alone, there were dozens of sacrificial altars in the first row, and even more in the distance.

Zhu Zhishan felt bitter. Only a day ago, due to Yu Chanji’s withdrawal and the forfeit of Miss Yang, the situation had changed.

Wei Renwu tucked away the broken key, then used the last of his cigarette butt to ignite the paper inscribed with "0817." Only after the paper had been reduced to ashes did he step out of the hidden chamber.

Naturally, other powerful factions were also interested in the City of Ten Thousand Gods, but they could not yet approach. After all, the City of Ten Thousand Gods was the territory of the God Emperor’s Palace; without their command, the powerful from other factions could only watch from afar.

"Are there any peaches to eat?" Sun Wukong did not dwell on it. For one thing, if eating the ginseng fruit like this had no effect, he would feel a sting of regret; for another, Zhen Yuanzi was his sworn brother—a little teasing was fine, but he couldn't take it truly seriously.

Walking along the unfamiliar streets, they couldn't help but linger on the unique scenery until, slowly, they arrived at their destination.

"Hm? You're finished?" Xiao Moyu looked at the bowl of noodles still more than half full in his own hands, then at Susu’s bowl, which had been licked clean, even the broth gone.

As the place where the Nine Cauldrons Immortal Sect hosted guests, the grand hall was built with imposing majesty. The two golden gates alone were dozens of zhang high, and it seemed some kind of array had been set up; as the two approached, a faint ripple of essence energy emerged, and the doors opened silently.

The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox was equivalent to a human Star Ancestor stage—a true hegemon. Because of its appearance, the status of the Heavenly Fox clan was instantly equal to the four great divine beasts, and humans dared not openly move against them.

Chen Yan had regained her composure. After a sharp curse, she darted forward. Ning Caiwei and Lvyar rose together, their graceful figures flashing to the side of the Wanfa disciples. After a quick scan with her divine sense, Lvyar breathed a sigh of relief, took out several emerald pills, and flicked them into their mouths.

"Clan Leader Zhao, I have thought of every method I could. At this point, I am truly at a loss. You know more about this place—why don't you share your thoughts?" Dong Bufan said helplessly.

Wang Cheng spotted He Ying and the others instantly. He offered He Ying a slight smile, a smile so tender that it made her lower her head in discomfort.

Thinking this, I was anxious. But with the two sides in a standoff, I had no time to say anything more to them. While I was pondering, a young officer spurred his horse forward, leapt down, and cupped his hands toward the elder-like figure standing in front. He gestured and spoke; it appeared they were negotiating.

In the heart of the Kunlun Sect, like most sects, life tablets were kept for most members. These tablets could not save a life, but they could report the circumstances of the owner's demise in time, and collect their soul to prevent it from dissipating entirely.

Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes at these words. The phrasing made it seem as if he were the one begging the Meteor Shower to attack them in Shunjiang, which was precisely what Chen Jianbai intended.

A figure of light suddenly appeared between Number One and the Judgment Twins. Number One immediately ceased all movement and stood respectfully behind the "Master."

I walked to the entrance of the tomb and found a long passageway, like a hotel corridor, only it was so deep that the beam of my flashlight could not reach the end.

I finally dodged the blade, but the force of the impact made Fang Nan feel as if his feet had been shattered, the pain sinking into his very bones.

Early the next morning, my grandfather was still groggy when my great-grandmother dragged him from his bedding and forcibly washed his face.

Yang Cheng shared the attributes. Upon seeing them, everyone’s expressions varied—some were confused, some delighted, and some even sighed, for the attributes seemed rather bizarre at first glance.

Before the Kangxi Emperor returned to the palace, he had already sent word for imperial physicians to wait at Concubine Mi’s residence to consult on the Eighteenth Prince. I, too, ran over early, anxious and waiting. The Fourth Prince and the other princes were already assembled at the Shenwu Gate to welcome the Emperor.

"So this was the reason they agreed to let you out. You certainly know how to find a person's weak spot," Zi Die remarked, withholding no sarcasm toward Ji Wushuang.