Chapter 37 Someone Has to Carry the Burden...

Just as Han Zhenhan finished speaking with Liu Zheng, he saw a person fall from an exquisite, curtain-draped pleasure boat into the water. Instead of stopping to rescue the individual, the boat sailed away as if nothing had happened.

"Boss, you said you would never go back on your word. By giving up your Earth Soul to save Wang Yuyao, you have broken your promise. Have you forgotten everything you said back then?"

He closed his eyes, leaning motionlessly against his pillow, his jaw set and his thin lips pressed tightly together.

The massive, pitch-black demonic hand exploded instantly, shattering the tattered web of law-chains and triggering a terrifying, chaotic storm throughout the void.

"Though... if your grandmother finds out, she’ll scold you again for siding with outsiders," Zhang Wu sighed.

That day, Qiao Yu left her contact information for Zhuang Yan, sensing intuitively that he would reach out to her again. She figured that since he wanted to play the hypocrite, she would play the long game to reel in the big fish.

I instinctively looked at Gu Xi, seeing a mocking smirk on his lips and cold, sunken eyes as he watched the figure below.

Ding Jie shrieked hysterically, her suppressed resentment erupting in a near-manic frenzy, her once-alluring eyes now slightly bloodshot.

I turned to look at Fu Xue. She remained composed, showing no outward emotion.

Yet at that moment, I was nursing my injured foot and wailing loudly, far too distracted to heed her warning. Even if I had listened, there was no way I could have dodged that centipede; it moved with extreme swiftness, its eyes flashing with cold light as it lunged to kill me.

"Whoosh!" A powerful gust of wind swept across the entire canyon. The Wind Eagle King’s plummeting body came to a sudden halt, flapping its wings, the sheer force of the impact speaking for itself.

As he spoke, Li Xingping fished a medicinal pill from his robe, channeled his inner energy, and flicked it toward Ye Lin.

With the first-place winner decided, Gu Ling immediately ordered someone to place Ye Tian’s Qingxuan Three-Pattern Pill into a bottle and set it aside; all the pills refined this time would belong to the Xuanji Immortal Mansion. The elders then turned their attention back to the pill refined by the masked man.

"Brother, you are too kind..." Song Zheng replied. As he rose, a high peak appeared in his line of sight, suspended in mid-air. It flickered in and out of existence, ethereal and unreachable, like a sacred mountain from the Immortal Realm.

Seeing Yang Fan walk toward her, Hu Xue’er deliberately turned and walked in the opposite direction, acting as if she hadn't seen him at all.

Listening to Qin Yu’s reasoning, Nan Yunzhen was shocked. Yet, recalling the scene when he had personally intervened, even he had failed—let alone a mortal like Qin Yu. Furthermore, the professionals he had hired had found no traps.

Yang Fan hadn't expected the Crimson Emperor to have such a function. It was truly an excellent device that had to be seized and brought back for Guo Yongqiang to study, to see if it could be mass-produced.

"I do not take back what I have gifted. Please, fellow Daoist, consume it. This pill not only replenishes spiritual energy but also benefits your cultivation," Song Zheng urged, sitting in a chair nearby to wait.

The meal was undoubtedly pleasant, though poor Old Wang was back home stewing in jealousy. Could it be that he was truly jealous of Qing Yuan?

They harbored a deep hatred for Qin Feng; had he not displayed such overwhelming strength, they would have attacked long ago.

She certainly liked Song Zhengting, but she could tell that he viewed her only as a younger sister.

Instructor Chen was furious. "Chattering during class—what is the meaning of this? Class is extended by twenty minutes." A chorus of groans immediately filled the room.

The event organizer wanted to say more, but seeing that the outcome was already sealed, he swallowed his pride and let the matter drop, fearing that further protest would be too conspicuous.

"Senior, is it possible that above this world lies an Immortal Realm, perhaps a part of the Ninth Great World?" Mu Feng ventured his hypothesis.

If the Holy Son were to cause such a scene, wouldn't it tarnish the reputation of the Lotus Sect, making outsiders think that a grand sect could do nothing against a single Taoist disciple?

In a sense, an increase in lifespan is a symbol of progress in cultivation.

Although the Purple Emperor possessed great cultivation, he was merely a Half-Saint and had not yet truly mastered the power of a world, so he was not invincible.

He flicked his fingers repeatedly, unleashing streaks of cosmic sword energy. No matter the mechanical armor, nothing could withstand his strikes.

Okita Tomoko’s face turned deathly pale. She let out a cry, vomited a mouthful of blood, and collapsed backward onto the bed.

However, Director Liu explained that while those two old men were unpleasant, they had been assigned to Base 308 by the leadership of the General Armament Department. It wasn't his call. Getting them transferred back would require the approval of the high command, and it wasn't that simple.

With a wave of his hand, Huasheng, Qingming, the twelve Star Sparrows, and the hundred immortal beasts surged forward, tearing the corpse-kin attempting to attack Liu Lang to pieces.

Liu Lang had expected to be roasted like a suckling pig, but the coolness spreading from his palm immediately restored his spirits.

I did not know what the old man intended, so I used stern words to wait and see. If he were to pick up the inkstone in front of him and hurl it at me, I would have no choice but to flee in disgrace.

The Grand Sect Master told Huang Tianchou that the so-called "Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasure" had been stolen, and that someone was deliberately adding variables to alter the Heavenly Dao. He urged me and Huang Tianchou to return immediately, as this matter was deeply intertwined with my own history.

Watching the scorched and shattered remnants of his troops retreat to Linping, Ishihara’s eyes burned with malice. He finally believed what Sakata Yu had said. He waved his fists wildly, clamoring to use Yun Xiangtian’s blood to wash away his shame.