Volume One, Chapter 37: Murong Lin Regretted Bitterly!

“Sir Wu?” At the doorway, Ye Tan knocked gently a few times. The door itself looked rather flimsy, so he dared not use much force.

A single short sentence, yet Jerry could already sense the gravity of the situation. No wonder Eman had been so agitated just moments ago.

“Professor Xie, someone is here to see you—it seems to be a young man named Chu Yun.” An employee hurried over with the message.

“What are we to do?” Richard asked Primatis. The barrier that had previously resisted them to the death now vanished as if it had all been a joke. At the center of the spell, Yggdrasil’s heart was quietly embedded, shimmering with a silent light.

“There’s no way to reach my Lord now! I can feel it—my Lord is no longer in this world! Do you understand what that means?” Benedetta’s discontent only deepened.

Li Kexin was furious, yet when she saw the agony etched across Lin Chen’s face, guilt began to weigh upon her.

Lin Yi stared intently, but could only make out the faint upward curve at the corners of Zhangsun Lian’s lips as he lay on the ground, almost as if savoring the pain of his wounds.

In low spirits, Ark was resting at the inn, drinking alone to dispel his gloom, when he overheard the lively discussions of those around him.

Seeing Hua Rui and her companions in animated conversation, paying him no mind, Qin Mu’s brow furrowed with displeasure.

“So what if I get a beating? Who’s afraid?” Nezha’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all shot flames, and he wished nothing more than to skewer Zhang Yue on his spear right then and there.

Looking at the old man’s frail frame, as if a gust of wind could topple him, who would have imagined he was a true master at the peak of his cultivation?

It was at that moment that a dazzling, tragic arc of blood-red light blossomed from beneath the City Lord’s mansion, slashing at the head of Marquis Kui with unstoppable force, severing heaven and earth.

“I’m not stupid. When I see trouble, of course I avoid it! I’d never foolishly walk into a trap,” Long Rui explained anxiously.

In the end, Qi Yu brought the fellow along anyway. If something did happen, at least he could serve as a shield. Both had come to Qingqiu, and Sister Hong was already waiting at the door. With Qi Yu present, Yuan Kai behaved courteously, merely winking at Sister Hong.

“So this is why you desire the Zhanhai Heart Orchid? Because it stands as witness to all that King Renxiu once did for the world.” Having listened to Lian Nong, Ao Xingchu pondered inwardly.

“Then, when the high monks of the Buddhist sect seek to spread the Dharma and the Buddha himself wished to deliver all beings from suffering, does that not count as desire?” Xue Gaizhi asked with incisive clarity.

Madam Lu had never heard her husband Lu Yi speak of such matters. In her eyes, her husband had always been the pillar supporting their world. But seeing the fatigue in his eyes, the new lines etched by worry, she was momentarily stunned.

Within the Spiritbough Pavilion, Lin Yin’s eyes shone with astonishment—she had never expected to see so many spiritual treasures at the very first tier. If possible, she would have rushed out to bathe in this ocean of wonders!

No sooner had he stepped out of the operating room than he saw Tang Guoqiang slumped on the floor, clutching his bleeding chest, his face deathly pale. Zhang Yifei chose to ignore him. In his mind, this so-called uncle was cold-blooded and heartless, better off dead and reincarnated.

Ji Tian grew more certain with every thought. After the Void-shifting Cauldron ascended to the Celestial Realm, it had become almost like Ji Tian’s own avatar—not merely a treasure, but half-living, half-artifact. Its lifespan was now finite, only a few tens of thousands of years, after which it would be corroded into dust by the five decays of heaven and humanity.

“Ancestor, please don’t dawdle—if you have a solution, share it!” Xie Honglian’s words delighted me, but made me all the more impatient.

Chu Yuan clenched his fists tightly, gazing at Ruo Li’s departing figure. With unwavering resolve, he declared, “I will have you. No matter what I must do—as long as I can keep you by my side, I will do anything.”

Having witnessed the boundless corpses in the Southern Sea, Ji Tian felt an inexpressible fury. Only now did he understand why the Purple Tenuity Emperor had once personally struck down the Blood River Daoist. The Blood River Daoist’s actions had already crossed every line for a cultivator.

“You’re right. In the past, I knew nothing of your hypocritical Qingqiu Mountain. But after meeting you and that bandit-alliance leader, I’ve come to understand her well,” said Liu Ying.

The power of the mechanical arm was overwhelming. With a single punch, Ling Xiu was hurled from his chair, crashing heavily onto the solid ground two or three meters away.

This time, even the Nine-tails and the Great Tengu exchanged glances, their hearts wavering slightly. They too had often wondered: was any of this truly right? How far could this path against the heavens really go? None of them knew for sure.

Though veiled in mist, she still felt self-conscious being unclothed, instinctively shifting her body, her knee brushing against his warm one.

In that instant, fury ignited within me. It seemed there was no way out—must I stay after all?

Throughout the meal, Lu Haofeng gazed tenderly at Mu Shengfeng, prompting You Xi to glare at him several times, but his ardent gaze remained unwavering.

Lu Haofeng bit off the word “organization” before finishing his sentence. After all, his wife knew nothing of You Xi’s true identity.

The finest blue-and-white porcelain from the Jiajing imperial kilns was always carefully regulated, its blue tinged with violet, with hardly any blurring and the decorative patterns clear and natural.