Chapter 30

He simply lowered his head to button his coat, the dim yellow light casting beautiful shadows across the handsome contours of the man's face.

To break this barrier, they had already unleashed their full magical power within a short span, yet frustratingly, the combined force of one million four hundred thousand years of magic from both of them still could not open it.

Li Smile thought to himself that even after six years, he could still feel such deep pain for him. So why not try to forgive him once, and love anew?

No wonder it took him so many days of flying to meet Su Mei, such a master. The Wang Court must be located at the very center of the entire demon realm, which means the diameter of the demon world is at least three to four times greater than a million.

Previously, when Yun Yue told him about Di’s experiences in the demon world, he was deeply shocked. Now, hearing it directly from Di’s lips, he suddenly felt that Di’s image in his heart had grown larger and more imposing.

By the faint light in the sickroom, he listened to Lin Shen’s slightly shallow breathing, a sharp pang of sorrow stirring deep within his heart.

“Zi Li, I…” Rong Qian grasped the scales of his armor on his chest, hesitating to speak. With a sideways glance at the exquisitely handsome face above, he truly cared, yet he never voiced it.

Mars’s thoughts grew increasingly complicated, but the more he pondered, the more certain he became of his own ideas. Sweat poured down his forehead as his gaze toward Li Meng turned fiercely wary.

Rong Qian’s steps faltered; she could feel the complex emotions behind him. Their recognition of each other was not without significance to her—her heart, at least for now, still burned warmly.

“Then you went back to the Eastern Palace with him and stayed for several days, but why did you disappear after A Chu’s stomach pain incident?” Xuanyuan Tian ground his teeth and spoke through clenched jaws.

The azure-black energies merged into the Sky-Leaping Demon Ape’s body the moment it was touched, propelling the once mid-air creature forward with the force of a rocket launch.

Several Qi soldiers, who had gone days without food, began banding together in groups of two or three, brandishing knives as they extorted food from households near Dezhou City.

“Wow!” Long Xing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fainted before uttering a single word.

He had been in the Wu Kingdom for a year, always maintaining an expressionless face, unaffected by anything—whether entering the palace or a brothel, as if the world around him held no relevance.

Five days later, three birds flew out from the Yun Mountain, each carrying a cultivator: an elder, a white-haired middle-aged man, and Long Xing himself. The white-haired man was none other than Xue Shuhan, the current head of the Xue family.

As the two conversed, an unexpected voice, eerily similar to that of the Black Wolf but tinged with coldness and anger, suddenly reached their ears. It was clear that the chieftain nation’s military actions had enraged the speaker greatly.

He barely managed to duck and roll as the Earth Fiend’s blade flashed by, narrowly grazing his scalp and pulling a lock of black hair—life and death balanced on a hair’s breadth.

Whether or not it was his doing, whenever Mo Song heard something, he would unhesitatingly associate it with himself—this place was where he heard or saw events, and that number was his own.

The light was chilling, evoking the sensation of being targeted by an assassin. It could cripple ordinary people’s legs, causing them to collapse, or plunge the weak-hearted into despair.

Chen Feng asked calmly, “What exactly is going on? Is it really that urgent?” His demeanor was unruffled, as if it were of little consequence.

“Since the county constable wishes to see me, it must concern state affairs. It’s inconvenient for me to stay here. I shall take my leave for now. Once the official matters are settled, send Zhao Gao to find me in the garden.” Seeing Zhao Gao withdraw with his attendants, Qin Qing proposed stepping aside to Ying Zheng. Though he was reluctant, seeing her insistence, he consented.

In an instant, the evil aura deep within this multiverse was completely purified, revealing a colossal bone. This bone spanned the entire universe like a fallen pillar, capable of encompassing an entire world.

For several consecutive days, Zhao Cheng accompanied Qin Qing and Steward Yu on visits. Qin Qing, astute in business, always brought gifts for the ladies of each household. In these days, many deals were struck, with barely any rouge dye left, but most lucrative were the contracts for raw cinnabar ore.

Nan Nan was deeply conflicted, yet reason triumphed over emotion in the end. Preserving life was paramount. She lifted her paw and moved beside Mo Yaochen.

Gao Jianli sat in the pavilion, casually picking up a bamboo strip and gently plucking the strings of his zither. The melody no longer held the familiar detachment but a profound sorrow that made her nose sting. It felt as though the north wind itself was wailing, and each falling snowflake was a teardrop landing on her heart.

Princess Vera bowed respectfully, then looked up at Melansa. The perfect smile instantly froze.

Shangguan Haotian let out a mighty shout and charged forward first; Shangguan Qingtian followed. The judges and ascetics of the Y and L nations also surged forward. But there were only six of them, enough to face six monsters, leaving nearly ten monsters without opponents.

Su Qingtian felt dizzy; when she was set down, she couldn’t even see the light clearly. Her face burned painfully; without looking, she knew the skin was broken.

Looking down at Liu Yingying, who slept soundly, nestled in his arms, Ye Fan kissed her forehead softly.

A Xiu pressed her dry lips together, nervously clutching at her rumpled hem. After a long moment, her peripheral vision caught something, and she suddenly looked behind her in terror.

She couldn’t help but glance toward the corner, where Xia Yunrou frowned deeply, her hand hidden in her sleeve continuously calculating with finger gestures.

Qinggang Shadow employed the E-flash, aiming for a sudden strike to prevent the weapon from reacting in time to counter the flash.

Later, Mr. Wang accurately fixed the ink awl at the point with his right hand, then aligned the string parallel to the threshold. The length was exactly the vertical distance of five thresholds to the ink awl. Mr. Wang then pressed the string with his left middle finger and hooked his right pinky onto the thread.

Jing Mingxuan furrowed his thick brows. The closer the moment, the more vigilance was required—what if the other party harbored ill intentions?

Gu Minghan tried to grasp Song Shiwei’s arm, wishing to reason with her, to change her mind.