Chapter 39: The Witness

Shen Huaian and Shen Yan hurried into the room, their faces etched with anxiety. Stepping past the folding screen, Shen Huaian’s gaze swept over those present, finally coming to rest upon Xiao Jingren and Shen Jiao, who were kneeling in the center of the room wrapped in quilts, and the disheveled bed nearby.

The words Shen He had once spoken flashed through Shen Huaian’s mind—that Xiao Jingren’s heart was tied to Shen Jiao. This sudden scandal struck him like a thunderclap, shaking him to his core. However, as a man accustomed to great storms, he quickly composed himself and knelt before the Empress Dowager, followed closely by Shen Yan. With a face full of shame and his head bowed, Shen Huaian said respectfully, "Your Majesty..."

Feng Ziling and her opponent clashed; every punch and every kick, regardless of force or angle, was perfectly identical.

As for the half of the tiger meat left behind by Shuanzhu, Shuanzhu’s mother cut a piece for Shuan-gen’s family to feed their two precious grandsons, planning to sell the rest. Only after much persuasion from Shuanzhu did she agree to keep two pieces, which were cured into salted meat and hung under the eaves. Liu Fang-shi treated them like treasures, checking on them at least three times a day for fear someone might steal them.

"Brother Wang, if you have something to say, just say it. Given our friendship, there is no need to be secretive," Su Yi said with a laugh as he watched Brother Wang’s expression.

Li Ruoli only had enough U.S. dollars in her account for the initial payment, so she tried to delay the transaction as much as possible to raise the remaining funds.

"I never expected that such people existed in the East Sea. It seems the great era of cultivation is truly upon us. Junior Brother Yulong, it looks like we must work harder!" Huang Tianhu glanced at Song Yulong’s expression and knew that he, too, was unaware of Ye Feng’s true background.

Yang Chong sprinted through the area, constantly activating his movement apparatus to launch himself into the air. Upon landing, he immediately executed complex maneuvers like sharp turns and rapid dashes.

Ling Shuiyao’s whirlwind left her palm and began to grow with the wind, reaching a height of thirty feet in an instant before its form stabilized.

"Prince Huan, I expect the drought demon will not be so easy to deal with. Perhaps within these next few days, Hong Quan will contact us," Liansheng said calmly.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Bai Yi asked, finding it strange that he had not moved yet. Could he have been injured by the electricity?

Hearing the music—the same melody he had already heard once on the planet Xis—Yang Chong smiled faintly but said nothing. Although he was unfamiliar with this ability and did not know how to mimic it, he could sing the surface lyrics using his own voice.

However, the aura of this black sickle was remarkably similar to the death energy in the tomb. While not as pure, it was clear that the aura on the black sickle was derived from the tomb’s death energy, at least tracing back to the same source. What did this imply?

Faced with this address of "Uncle," Ye Chu could not help but show a strange expression, though he himself did not know why.

Even so, the faces of these sect leaders were grave, for they knew this was merely the power emitted by the two divine swords as they slightly reawakened.

At this moment, he received news from Qian Zhao, who had also been short on cavalry and was mobilizing other Hu tribes that had not yet been coerced into migration. He had gathered about five thousand men and was secretly circling behind Kebineng, hoping to join Zhang Fei in a pincer attack.

After Cao Yue discussed several critical points with Devil Satan and instructed him to contact Ding Lan again in the near future, he left with Ding Lan and Butterfly.

"Keep counting, don't mind me," Huang Ying'er said, watching Bai Majun nod before closing the door again. She thought to herself, how wonderful it is to have friends like this, and even someone to help count during her exercises—this is truly great.

Zhang Ji immediately realized that the enemy intended to use these wooden cages by throwing them directly into the moat, allowing their soldiers to step on them to cross the water and set up scaling ladders for an assault.

This was the only place they could both think of; of course, the other possibility was the Nalan residence, which was not too far from here.

After all, though they were half-buried in the ground, once they broke through to the Innate Master realm, their lifespans could reach 150 years, not to mention the 300 years granted to a Grandmaster.

"Lin Feng, go ahead. Don't activate your Pseudo-God Body, just activate your Earth-tier energy. Once you have recovered, come down immediately," Yuan Yuan said, handing it to Lin Feng. For once, he did not call him "beauty."

You Yitian was just thinking of this when he suddenly heard Paro’s voice. His heart skipped a beat: *Oh no, I've been underground for too long, and everyone thinks I've lost. If I don't go out now, the bet will be over.*

"Young man, you have elderly people at home, don't you?" the old man sitting beside Xiao Han asked with a chuckle as he turned his head.

"Team Leader Huang, Team Leader Huang!" Ye Xin called out softly, growing impatient.

If the Maya Empire was a nation living in a tropical jungle, it was no surprise they grew tubers. The tropical jungle was a place teeming with life, and tubers would inevitably face competition from many species there, such as similar vine plants or insects that fed specifically on them.

The eight great disciples—Tianjia, Najia, Yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garuda, Kinnara, and Mahoraga—each led a division of the Heavenly Dragons. Reciting Buddhist chants, they sat in a circle around Ksitigarbha, guarding all directions.

After saying this, the Demon Ancestor Luo leaped into the air and flew toward the Heavenly Court's chess platform, leaving Chiyou behind, staring in longing and daze.

For a time, Ye Chen and the others looked at one another. Even Zhuang Lingyun did not know how to offer comfort and could only watch in silence, her heart filled with an unspeakable feeling.

"Dapeng! What on earth are you doing?" Lei Mingjie asked loudly. Fortunately, after reaching the doorway, the gongs and drums played one last beat and stopped; otherwise, no matter how loud Lei Mingjie shouted, Yuan Dapeng would not have heard her.

Lu Tao followed Gu Yufan from the military camp to his home. Gu Yufan had originally disliked returning home, but now that Lu Tao was following him, he felt much more at ease and did not try to stop him.

In officialdom, the most taboo thing was someone who kicked others when they were down. Yao Benze had lost all faith in Zhang Quan and had even developed a sense of hatred toward him.

"Tong Guai-guai, if you don't get up now, your salary will be docked!" Her mother pounded on the door with a deafening sound, fearing that Tong Guai-guai, lost in her dreams, was being too comfortable and needed a little extra motivation.

The ministers did not expect these words to fail to appease Nangong Hanmo; instead, they fueled his rage even further. "Appease? What I need now is a solution, not appeasement!" The ministers all prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling and silent, letting Nangong Hanmo vent his fury.