Chapter 39: Father and Daughter Stare Each Other Down

Hua Li's incessant sobbing echoed in her ears; Luo Yan was woken up by the commotion before she had even finished her sleep. Sighing, she opened her eyes, lamenting the fate of having such a tearful mother.

The moment Luo Yan lifted her eyelids, Hua Li noticed and scooped her up with a sharp cry. "Yan Yan, my sweet baby, you scared Mommy to death! Boo-hoo-hoo... ugh!"

Hua Li’s wailing came to an abrupt halt as she began to retch uncontrollably, overpowered by the foul odor emanating from Luo Yan.

"Su Yu?" Chen Suxin murmured in surprise. Her waist tightened, and before she could step forward to greet him and ask what was happening, Ye Yiling had already wrapped his arm around her slender waist and led her slowly out of the venue.

The "Soul-Suppressing and Essence-Extracting" technique utilized by the Blood Demon Sect's soul-suppressing nails was profoundly mysterious. The nails could strip a portion of the victim's primordial spirit from their physical body, while the practitioner, by circulating the soul-suppressing arts, could directly absorb the power of that extracted spirit.

"Isn't this the outcome you all wanted?" Wuxin said calmly. He stood up slowly, signaled to Ruyi, and walked past the "Shadow," heading toward the exit together. As he passed the group, he cast a cold, icy glance their way.

In the Great Hero Hall of the Western Paradise's Spirit Mountain, the Tathagata had calculated Xuanzang's location more than once. Unfortunately, the vague shielding of the Heavenly Dao left him deeply troubled; his disciple clearly possessed some formidable tricks of his own.

"Have mercy, please let me in. I only need a tiny bit of the precious medicine," Chu Yi pleaded, looking disheveled as he spoke to the gatekeeper.

As the battle hymn rang in her ears and the KPL flag hung in the center of the stage, she was suddenly overcome by an indescribable sense of emotion.

Feeling suddenly despondent, he stood up and waved his hand dismissively. "Enough, enough!" His figure vanished into the distance.

Time passed, and as the clouds dispersed, a massive tiger-tooth military saber appeared before Wang Sheng. Upon closer inspection, the blade remained identical, but the hilt had undergone a transformation.

Just as his hand reached behind her to unhook her bra, she grabbed his wrist, locking eyes with his phoenix-like gaze, which was smoldering with intense passion.

To put it more plainly, Fu Jincheng had never wronged them. They could have chosen not to seek him out yesterday; they could have simply parted ways and forgotten each other.

"What is it? Did Master Rong and the others send something over?" the City Lord’s wife asked, sitting beside him.

Infinite and boundless, long-lasting and enduring, eternal and immortal, creating all living things, without end or beginning.

"It's nearly lunchtime. Would Miss Shang do me the honor of grabbing a bite to eat?" Wei Xu squinted at Shang Yixiao. Before he arrived, his family had instructed him that while he could take action, he must not leave any evidence behind.

Inside the bedroom, draped in festive crimson, the windows were adorned with double-happiness paper cuttings, and the large bed was scattered with longans, lotus seeds, and various pastries—all symbols of good fortune.

He managed to retrieve the metal rods from the bottom of the trunk to assemble a frame, then hung the chime bells upon it according to their musical pitch.

Everyone assumed Jun Qianmo would occupy a room alone, which meant the remaining personnel would naturally be divided between Su Han and Qin Ge.

These supreme beings, who shone with such brilliance throughout the era of the Immortal World, had grown up watching their legends unfold; they stood like towering monuments against the firmament.

As Lan Youxue turned to follow Rong She, Bai Dede realized that Lan Youxue was also wearing an Immortal Sound gown crafted from "Echo Sand."

The news that Fu Jincheng was infertile and that the Fu family was scouting for a successor among their other branches had spread throughout the high society of G City overnight.

"Ziyan is my best friend! We get married all the time! We played house in kindergarten; she was the mommy and I was the daddy! Auntie, you don't think Mommy will send me away, do you?" Song Muyang asked, clutching Chen Ruyi’s hand with wide, searching eyes.

As Zhou Yu turned back, he was instantly struck by the sight before him: standing behind the two of them was a massive stone tripod. Its four sides were hollowed out, and eight stone dragons were carved into the eight compass points, each holding a jade bead in its mouth, all captured in remarkably vivid and distinct poses.