Chapter 40

Wei Yuan fell silent for a moment and said, "The decline of the Situ family had already begun to manifest long ago. Even before I breached Fengzhou, or perhaps even earlier, the provinces under their jurisdiction were frequently plagued by unrest."

He had originally intended only to satisfy his hunger for meat since the bridal chamber was off-limits, but the moment he reached out, Chen Xi sneezed.

The main room of the middle courtyard faced a large garden, with guest rooms on the other side, and the reception area in the front courtyard beyond that. The servants would exit through the moon gate between the middle and back courtyards, where a row of side rooms lining the pathway served as their living quarters.

Pan Liguo was startled, but with no time to dwell on it, he dared not slacken and gathered his focus to confront Su Yifei.

Both had no upper limits; it all depended on their own strength and whether they could withstand the consumption required by manifestation and the realization of the Devil's Words.

Judging by her expression, she surely didn't think those words she had just spoken were meant to be flattery, did she?

The Wei family home was an old-fashioned brick-and-tile structure: two rooms on the left, two on the right, with the main hall in the center. To the left of the hall were the parents' bedrooms, and to the right was the grandfather's living space.

Sun Jian and Guan Hai were both covered in wounds, and Guan Hai no longer maintained his giant form, spanning dozens of zhang, reverting back to his original size.

They saw Tang Hao and Luo Yi sitting at a table, happily enjoying the roasted Longzhi.

Such things were extremely humiliating; if one was bullied, one could only accept the misfortune.

"Mo'er..." A low, restless moan escaped the depths of Feng Xie’s throat; the unease in his heart made him desperate to be close to her.

If he were thrown into some other space again now, it was likely that his master would soon forget he even existed.

Atlas’s response left many feeling puzzled, but before Zhou Xin could ask any questions, war ignited once more between the Eun fleet and the Kazlan fleet.

By the light filtering in from the window, Ali saw that the room contained a large bed, next to which stood a tall cabinet filled with silk quilts, blankets, pillows, and other necessities.

Ye Mei’s face paled, and she offered a strained smile. "The Deputy Hall Master is right; it was presumptuous of me." With that, Ye Mei bowed deeply to Feng Caitian once more.

Feng Xie’s thin, crimson lips curled into a gentle arc as he patted her back, drawing her closer to him.

"Hmph! Without the heart of a warrior, even the best environment can only cultivate useless fools who possess cultivation but lack combat experience!" declared the cultivator clad in battle armor.

Demon cultivators all carried demonic aura, a fact that high-level cultivators would never misidentify. The middle-stage demonic cultivator felt a surge of joy, immediately formulating a plan.

Miao Lifeng dared not try to persuade Qian Ren—he had no desire for another beating. What the Prince decided, no one could change, unless one were tired of living and wished to be killed by the Prince.

The others who remained alive looked at Fang Hui with awe; his performance had completely stunned those who were left.

With his light shout, his body began to release a magnificent, dazzling golden light. It was so brilliant, like the ten-thousand-foot radiance of the Buddha, that the five stunning beauties were forced to close their eyes instantly.

He gently picked up a maple leaf with his left hand, playing with it slowly as if it were a piece of fine jade. His purpose in challenging experts from the Human Ranking across various regions was not merely to improve the quality of his missions and final rewards, but also to verify the current fruits of his martial path.

Her heart trembled, feeling that Yang Xiao’s embrace was incredibly warm, solid, and safe.

Looking at it from the outside, only two words came to mind: desolate and stagnant.

"Damn it! If you have the guts, why don't you call her a 'Flying God Pig' to her face? See if she doesn't beat the crap out of you!" Du Jingtao said, clearly annoyed.

Only in this way would the Russian Empire attack without hesitation and pour all its energy into assaulting the city defenses along the North-South Boundary River. Although both sides had engaged in probing attacks, it put immense pressure on the Ma Army.

"Soon, soon, always 'soon'." A furious Bian Yuanye could no longer stand it here. If he were allowed to return, he would even pay his own travel expenses. But without domestic orders, he dared not leave his post for even a step.

Knowing that continuing the entanglement would yield no benefits and might even result in helping others, this man did not continue to struggle with the Qiong tree. Instead, he swung his axe toward the tree's dense canopy.

The next day, the Sword Appraisal Tournament proceeded as scheduled. The disciples below each displayed their talents, though the Yutian Sword Sect and the Tongtian Sword Domain remained quiet, as if waiting for a final eruption. This was a matter of great importance to the Sword World, but for these disciples, nothing was more eye-opening than the current duels.

Chu Yun believed in Chu Yao, but now he felt a twinge of regret; had he known, he would not have brought Chu Yao along.

The stunned figure in black, upon realizing what had happened, used her feet to kick at Yan Qian, even while one of her hands remained pinned.

After finishing his wine, Xia Yang’s face was slightly flushed. It was clear he didn't drink often and was already feeling the effects. He stared intently at Su Muhan, smiling a very happy smile.

"Are you a penguin reincarnated from your past life? How could you even get over here!" Xiang Mian, sitting on the ground, was both shocked and terrified, her body seemingly unable to move.

"Deacons, I don't want to go anymore. Please help me ask for leave from the clan leader," Xiang Mian said, desperately wanting to stay.

She wanted to say that before Xi was resurrected, she had decided to live well, to cast aside her shackles and live for herself.

Little did they know, Jin Hanyuan no longer needed to hide her identity once she obtained the fragment; now, only one final step remained.

After buying tickets and entering the zoo, Mu Bai was as happy as a child, his smile never fading the entire way.

The cannons on the pirate ship were still swaying and being adjusted, their angles far too slow to keep up with the lightning speed of the Ice Bird.

Gradually, the flames, which had been erupting like a spray gun, began to retract. After a pause of about the time it takes to eat a meal, they flared up again. Various colored flames flickered back and forth. The Green-Robed Patriarch sat high on his throne, and whenever a flame surged, he would strike it with a talisman seal.

Ji Jiu hadn't seen Su Baishui for some time. The two hugged and teased each other for a bit, and then Ji Jiu introduced He Xinzhi to Su Baishui.

A moment later, time retreated to the scene from several hours earlier. Xuanyuan Long dove into the Mediterranean, escaped to the seabed, and unexpectedly arrived directly at this area. He bowed low, knelt before the hundred tombs, and wailed toward the sky in grief.

Watching the receding back of the other, Fu Kang'an felt a surge of heat in his heart, yet his throat tightened, leaving him unable to speak a word. He had prided himself on years of campaigning without a single defeat. Who would have thought he would stumble so badly in this bitter, frozen land beyond the pass! He could only imagine what kind of rumors would spread through the imperial court in the future.