Chapter 52

Hao Mei practically fled the scene, determined to carry the child to full term no matter how difficult or arduous it might be.

A flicker of dark coldness crossed his eyes. Upon closer inspection of her whole person, he noticed that other than a missing button on her shirt, she was otherwise fine and relatively normal.

Hearing that the watermelons grown by Ye Zhiheng had yielded a good harvest, both of them were overjoyed. Su Li even ordered a reward for the peasant who delivered the melons, and instructed her personal matronly servant to accompany them to pick a few and chill them in the well water. Amidst these arrangements, Ye Zhiheng had already spoken with Ye Laizhang about setting up an estate for her.

Danchenzi was utterly unwilling to let go of the prey right before his mouth and hand it over, but constrained by the current circumstances, he had no choice but to release Tianxuanzi. Then, with a cold snort, he transformed into a wisp of clear smoke and fled the place.

Seeing Lu Yin kneeling with her son, Tianxuanzi hurriedly reached out to help the mother and child up, saying, "I saved you and your son today because I saw your desperate determination to protect your child, and furthermore, I hold no fondness for the Southern Li Clan. That is all; there is no need to thank me." With that, he prepared to resume his journey.

"I told you it was nothing, so you don't need to take it to heart. Your design is quite good, keep up the good work." Lian Wanyue still smiled gently, maintaining the attitude of encouraging a junior.

This conversation had undoubtedly clarified many issues that had long puzzled him, and also made it clear that the system was the enemy. Of course, Li Lingyi did not know whether the words of Li Yun and Yang Feng were true, but for now, their credibility seemed very high.

Wu Tuo wore only a coarse hemp tunic with a waist saber hanging at his side. Hearing his subordinate soldiers shout, "General Wu, we've finally reached our destination," his previously tense body finally relaxed.

In another part of the valley, the sounds of magical artifacts clashing echoed through the air, and multi-colored radiances illuminated the surroundings as a fierce battle seemed to have already begun.

Yang Ye took the initiative, fiercely hurling the five-element vital energy in his hands toward his opponent. This time, however, the opponent did not dodge; instead, it flicked its tail, batting the vital energy aside while simultaneously thrusting its claws directly toward Yang Ye's chest.

Listening to those footsteps, neither Ling Jie nor I dared to move, pressing tightly against each other. Because of the hasty movement earlier, Ling Jie hadn't even had time to pull up her clothes; her off-the-shoulder top had slipped all the way down to her legs, and at this moment, Ling Jie was holding onto me almost entirely naked.

"I must say, you're quite good at sophistry. You're no different from other men, all wearing that same despicable expression. Alright, hurry down, I want to sleep." Gong Meilan unlocked her handcuffs and lay back down on the bed.

The rest of the Da Luo Immortals expressed their agreement. In truth, they had wanted to leave long ago; after all, while over a hundred Da Luo Immortals had entered the Divine Tomb, only a little over a dozen of them were in Emperor Ancestor City, and the rest were scattered across various regions, likely having already beaten them to the local opportunities.

Yet, coming from the mouth of the Immortal Spirit Clan's princess, it came as a genuine shock to both Ye Chun and Ye Shuge alike.

"Miss... are you alright?" A hesitant voice came from overhead. Liu婉婷 (Liu Wanting) looked up to see a man in his thirties, dressed in migrant worker clothes, wearing a construction cap, with mud stains on his trouser legs, bending over and looking at her with concern.

At first, Ning Xie was somewhat shocked, but upon realizing that he was already in the Eternal Realm, whereas rumor had it that the founding patriarch's cultivation was likely only at the Great Circle of the Pill-Fighting Realm, he instantly calmed down.

Lu Lincheng lay on his side next to Su Yao, propping his head up with his left hand while his right hand rested casually on Su Yao's smooth, jade-like back, stroking it lazily as if petting a fluffy cat, looking quite content and at ease.

Sighing, Lu Sufuhui said, "I'm going to France to attend a fashion show, accompany me."

However, when his gaze swept toward the fifty elite members of the Dragon Guard Gate standing below, he finally snapped back to reality.

There were quite a few successes, and just as many failures. Everyone took out their pill vials, and the Pill Vial Dao Lord swept his gaze across them, instantly discerning the quality of each. Those that failed to meet the standard were directly expelled from the pill tower by a powerful force without even a moment to speak, leaving only a hundred and twenty people in the end, all of whom had crafted quite decent pill vials.

Yun Shu and the others furrowed their brows slightly, but immediately dispersed their defensive stances. These people possessed profound cultivation bases, and they stood no chance of winning if they fought.

The bald-headed man only felt a signal of extreme peril arise from the depths of his soul, as if the very next instant would tear him completely apart.

The moment Mo Zhu saw those whip marks, she couldn't help shedding tears of heartache. Bai Lan, who was wiping the back with a handkerchief, also reddened her eyes, though she pressed her lips together to conceal her emotions.

The price of this car not only extinguished Wang Yuting's self-confidence, but also shattered the cold aloofness and arrogance she held as the vice president of the student union.

Perhaps sensing Lin Mu's aura of anger, the system lingered no longer, leaving behind only a universal explanation before vanishing entirely.

She stared fixedly at Yushu, her eyes bloodshot, wishing she could tear Yushu's flesh, drink her blood, and grind her bones to dust. Her previously dignified and gentle facial features were now twisted into something somewhat terrifying.

Unaware of the population on the unfamiliar island, Qin Hai had not yet made a decision and would wait until the head count was confirmed.

Before his voice had even faded, the skull formation suddenly burst apart. Instead of erupting with force, the power collapsed inward and condensed, instantly transforming into a ghost-head shackle that trapped him within.

He found himself growing busy, having to reply not only to Zhang Ya's messages but also to Lu Mengyao's. However, he merely brushed Lu Mengyao off perfunctorily, especially since she always asked such insipid questions.

More and more households emerged from their homes, and even people from the back alleys crossed the hutongs into the front street. Tang Anqing's lips curled into a slight smile; the more people who came, the more lively this show would be, wouldn't it?

Wu Zhuer revealed a smile that was uglier than crying; since he had already said everything there was to say, she stubbornly couldn't utter a single word of refusal.

Xuan Qisiran naturally realized the crucial point, and the moment this aura of death appeared, he split off a fraction of his divine sense, enduring the intense pain in his body as he organized various spiritual energies within to resist the aura of death.

Du Lei looked up and saw that thisika Town appeared much larger than Karla Town, estimated to house a population of at least ten thousand. On the city walls, two rows of imperial garrison soldiers stood holding long spears, the front entrance to the town was wide enough for two carriages to pass abreast, and two rows of soldiers stood guard.