Chapter 46: Too Soft-Hearted

"...?!"
Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Shen Zhiyu felt her mind go blank.
Wasn't this guy supposed to be as dense as a block of wood?
In this day and age, are even blocks of wood this direct?
However, Shen Zhiyu's shock lasted only a brief moment before she answered, "Of course!"
"Then, goodbye!"
Upon receiving Shen Zhiyu's affirmative reply, Ye Xiao's voice carried unmistakable joy, and his footsteps as he turned to leave looked remarkably lighthearted.

Liang Hao reached the edge of the boundless chaos, and employing the Eye of the Great Dao, he immediately located the Zixiao Palace. Without the Eye of the Great Dao, even a saint would never find it.
Suddenly, the Daoist seemed to sense something, shouting aloud while his empty left hand flicked upward, revealing a small bell already resting in his palm.
He leaped up, feeling an extraordinary lightness in his body—truly giving the sensation of a swallow skimming the air. When he swung his fists and kicked out, his movements were completely fluid and unrestricted.

Originally, the plan was to write around one million five hundred thousand words, but during the writing process, two sub-plots ran into trouble.
Sure enough, seeing Zhang San de acting in this manner, the Ancient King Taiming assumed he had suffered severe injuries and was merely putting on a brave face, so he chose to strike without hesitation.
At the Liu family estate, Liu Badao wore a gloomy expression. He was extremely dissatisfied with the Medicine King, yet he did not dare to openly reprimand him.
Though she rarely touched the kitchen, she would occasionally cook late at night after returning home. While she could have asked the servants to get up and prepare something, she truly did not wish to trouble others.
Stared at fixedly by two factions treating him as the ultimate authority, Patriarch Loma felt goosebumps rise on his back. It seemed he would have to deliver a definitive conclusion today.
This was the very reason Bo Lianchen had avoided visiting the Ning family all these years. It was too cold and snobbish; even if you formed connections, they were merely superficial friends. Who knew when someone would stab you in the back?
"Making the likes of them kneel—I'm afraid it would shorten our own lifespans," Feng Tian added after a brief moment of thought.
Chen Feng was not discouraged. At least for now, practicing these martial arts techniques did not encounter the slightest obstacle. He believed that with a little more diligent practice, he would master them sooner rather than later.
At dusk, brilliant fiery clouds filled the horizon, casting a ruddy glow across Yang Jian's face through the window.
"Half a year has passed, Cai Ju, and you're still as lacking in class as ever," Zhao Ming's companion, Lei Liang, retorted sharply.

Across the desolate desert, Jason, Fei Li, and numerous team members surrounded Beidou completely. In the center of the encirclement, Beidou sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his entire body radiating a dazzling golden light that continued to grow in intensity.
"Boom!" With a single punch, several shields instantly materialized above Wang Hou's head, blocking the incoming attack.
"Aunt Eri, nice to meet you..." The boy's Japanese was not very good, sounding somewhat stiff, though the conversation flowed well enough. He remained silent throughout, his eyes fixed on his own reflection in the black tea.
"It's the Crusader adults! We're saved this time!" The surviving priests breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief. At the very least, their lives were finally guaranteed, and everyone pinned their hopes on the newcomers.
"I insist on doing wrong, and I insist on stabbing you a few times—so what?" Luo Tian asked in a playful tone.
After a period of reconciliation, Chihui and Chicao's relationship had returned to normal. Whatever Chicao had said last night, Chihui's attitude toward this war, Mu Fengye, and the students had undergone a dramatic shift. She had grown much more integrated into the team, presumably having reached some kind of consensus with her younger sister.
"Leader Ye... the idle chatter is over... we can finally get down to business..." Yamato Ryofu gazed once again at Ye Mo suspended in the air, completely ignoring Yamato Mushin, who was currently struggling fiercely in battle.
Yet this accidental blunder turned out for the best, cleanly severing the man in two—it was simply time for that chief administrator to meet his misfortune! Lu Wei sighed inwardly once more, channeling his spiritual energy to its absolute limit as he streaked across the sky like a white beam of light, speeding away toward the south.