Chapter 38: Heating Packs

It did not take long for He Jinbao to return, as expected. Strangely, however, Sima Yi was nowhere to be seen. When asked, He Jinbao offered no explanation, merely stating that Sima Yi had been called away on urgent business and could not make it.

Could his ancestors really have a connection to the Void? How could that be possible? He was clearly just looking for a high-sounding excuse to get his hands on the Void Mirror.

Liu Zheng gripped the object in his hand so tightly that he nearly crushed it. After a long moment, his grip finally loosened, and the last vestiges of hesitation in his heart vanished, leaving only a ruthless resolve in his eyes.

The two chatted as they walked, and Xiao Jian took the opportunity to ask for Yang Jingyu’s current phone number, suggesting they meet for a meal once his injuries had healed in a few days.

Wen Shui was so furious he nearly coughed up blood. Everyone said Feng Tianjing was unreliable, but now he realized she was truly heartless.

Miao Miao repeated the words to herself, suddenly realizing that Rigelate had said the exact same thing back then. But she had been away for two years and had never gone back to see him. Thinking of this, she was suddenly overcome with guilt; she had seemingly neglected him for far too long.

The Emperor raised an eyebrow. Although the Empress had recovered, the news had not been announced to the world, so no one else was aware of it.

Consort Shu did not have much time left. Whether the old secrets were unearthed or buried mattered little to her; the ones who would truly suffer were Princess Chang'an and the Xia family.

Although Liao Chuxiu had said nothing today and appeared even more humble than usual, showing not a hint of defiance, Chen An could not shake the feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Thank you for your love. I feel the same," Song Yao said, switching off the hairdryer and pressing a gentle kiss to her soft hair.

"Then go and ask: are the Chinese civilians who died under the guns and bayonets of the Japanese army not innocent?" Chen Miao demanded, her voice trembling with indignant rage.

One look at them made it clear they were experienced in disposing of bodies. One could only wonder how many innocent lives had been cut short by their hands.

They were in a bustling, crowded market area. Within minutes, the henchman returned with a bottle of white liquor and a bag of cooked food.

"Let’s go, let's take a look over there," a bear demon said, pointing to the area behind the Tiger Sovereign Palace.

"Your daughter works at our company, and she has performed exceptionally well," Xu Cheng said with a smile.

"So where are you going now? To look for an antidote? But you don't even know what the poison is—how can you possibly find a cure?" Murong Yibai’s words left Bai Tiantian feeling even more despondent.

The bead above suddenly stopped emitting spiritual light, replaced by a layer of earthy-yellow radiance that bathed the entire cavern.

"Wait. They’ve turned around. Down, get down! Use concealment arts; we cannot be exposed, or we’ll ruin everything." After flying for the duration of an incense stick, Yue Ersi suddenly slammed on the brakes, made a sharp turn, and dove down, slipping into a flower field to activate concealment.

Wang Liutong said anxiously, noting that the Spirit-Condensing Pills Chifeng Yu was currently refining were only of mediocre quality. As for when he might refine a superior-grade pill, heaven only knew.

Liu Suyun was worried. As the secret backer behind Long Fei, Lei Dong would not only have to cover the gambling losses but would also lose the one billion he had wagered himself.

Sensing the powerful blade strike coming his way, Lin Xiao let out a sharp breath and swung the black mysterious iron pipe in his hand with all his might.

Yin Xiaoxue had treated her with immense kindness; how could she possibly ever do anything to harm her?

Not to mention, the current master of the Qingyang Realm, the Holy Monarch Qingyang, had lost control of the realm. It was safe to say the Qingyang Realm would offer no resistance at all.

Yue Chu’s series of statements clarified the cause and effect of the entire ordeal. The crowd, previously bewildered by the sudden reversals of the situation, finally understood the truth.

Wang Gui felt as though his heart were being clawed at; his gambling addiction surged up like a fountain.

Furthermore, he had joined the Yin-Yang Sect seeking a position as an elder. While being a true-disciple was not bad, it still fell short of his ultimate goal.

Seeing that Su and Gu had returned to the palace safely, Ren Taizhen felt his mind at ease. Afterward, he dedicated himself to assisting Yuan Chengdao in reorganizing palace affairs, serving as the Deputy Palace Master—a rank only half a step below Jiulong.

Of course, he was unaware of Lin Mu’s true intentions, which were to select the opponent with the highest cultivation and defeat him, thereby saving himself a great deal of trouble.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed within the vortex—the ancient ape’s spiritual consciousness had arrived. All the cultivators were curious, wondering what kind of figure the ape had brought to this chaotic remnant world. If the ape had chosen this person, there must be a profound karmic connection.

Zheng Yucong felt a wave of sweetness at the thought and did not dwell on it further. As for the vulgar idea held by the Fourteenth Princess and Du Teng—that they would "repay the money once the jade-flower steed’s market value rose"—the noble Lady Zheng had never even entertained such a trivial notion in her mind.

Bred said nothing, his fingers moving toward Ross’s ring finger. At that moment, a powerful hand gripped his wrist tightly.

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. He had never heard of such news. Moreover, Lin Mu had never seen a "zombie" before; he was far more familiar with corpse-cultivators and ghost-cultivators.

Arriving by the grass hut on the hillside, Li Yuejie looked back toward the Li family’s main house not far down the mountain. Beside the high gate tower, a dark figure stood, and a wind-proof lantern hung above the gate.

"Let's go," Chu Yue said, walking in front. Ying Ningning hesitated for a moment before following behind.

Only now, having attained the Spirit-Condensing Realm, did he realize that the Qi-Gathering Realm could not even be mentioned in the same breath.