Volume One, Chapter 107: Just as One Wave Subsides, Another Rises

Almost the moment Murong Yunyi obtained the jade pendant, the black-clad figures seemed to be triggered by some unseen force; their previously chaotic formation began to shift subtly. They ceased their reckless assault and instead retreated, their eyes flickering with fear and unease.

Murong Yunyi exchanged a glance with Lin Wanti.

Suddenly, a sharp headache overwhelmed me, heavy and dull, accompanied by the cacophony of many voices arguing inside my ears, chattering incessantly. This won’t do—it will frighten the child.

“So, burning one’s life force can also increase the purity of one’s bloodline...” Su Mubai murmured softly.

As Gu Xisheng spoke, he reached out to take Leng Youhan, who was leaning against Gu Youran, into his arms.

This trace of impatience did not escape Gongshu’s notice; yet, this was precisely the outcome it desired. Its ancient vendetta with Zhi and Mao Yue, the grudge of killing their kin, was irreconcilable.

Zhuo Zhijun dared not defy orders; she nodded and bowed her head, stepping back slowly before gently closing the main gate.

Ling Xuan always insisted it was due to my internal coldness that pregnancy was difficult, but I increasingly suspected it was because my soul, having traversed a millennium, occupied this body, causing a mismatch between spirit and flesh. But how could I voice such thoughts? To whom could I possibly confide?

Passing through the city so swiftly to reach the main campus on the outskirts was no small feat. One had to set off immediately after hanging up the phone, without wasting a single minute, and avoid any traffic jams along the way.

She explained everything in great detail, especially the sciences—mathematics, physics, and chemistry—each thoroughly elucidated.

Had Dantai Fengyi not impulsively rushed in with no way to retreat, he might have found his own thoughts utterly absurd.

Yet blood ties cannot be severed. He hated his father, but also harbored profound feelings for him.

Wu Qingcheng, Liu Jiao, and the others sat scattered about, each lost in their own thoughts, no one knowing what occupied their minds.

When the crowd first glimpsed the circular disk, they were startled. Who dared meddle in the affairs of the Vajra brothers?

Immediately, streaks of blue ion flames erupted, forming a surrounding barrier that encased the celestial fire, suppressing its violent surge.

The city’s largest shopping mall—Feng Moxue intended to buy a birthday gift for Lu Xuyang today. Standing before the counters, she hesitated, uncertain what to choose.

Had it been anyone else, she would have believed their death was caused by her supernatural abilities. But since those intending to kill her were Feng Qingran and her group, she knew her demise would not stem from her powers.

“Master She, when General Cheng contacts the island later, I will inform him of this situation. But I cannot guarantee what decision he will make,” Liu Weiguo said after much deliberation.

After a night of madness, tens of thousands of the Swift Wind Army were reduced to ashes in Zhao Guangfu’s great blaze. Donghuang Ridge instantly became a sea of flames. Had it been only Zhao Guangfu’s forces, without Yin Chun’s ambush, Ma Mojun would not have suffered such a crushing defeat.

Suddenly, Qin Shou raised his right hand, palm curved and lifted gracefully as if performing Tai Chi.

Nan Xi awoke, and the first thing her eyes beheld was the sheer, translucent curtain by the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the azure sky stretched endlessly, sunlight filtering through the fine fabric in speckled patches, casting a delicate glow that was strikingly beautiful.

After handing the prisoner to Zhou Juecao, Zhao Jia commanded the county soldiers to return to camp, taking only a small cavalry unit to the prefect’s mansion.

“Time’s up. Let’s talk downstairs,” Hong Lihua sighed helplessly, glancing at Wu Yinan and Hong Feng.

“Of course I won’t learn it. I’m one of a kind,” Song Siyuan said with a sly smile, shamelessly praising herself.