Chapter 32: The Season of Courtship

In just an instant, Qin Tian shivered from head to toe, a chilling terror creeping over him as a murderous aura seemed to emanate faintly from the battle-scarred traces before him. Seeing Nan Ke Rui’s speechless expression, Mo Bing Shuang immediately burst into laughter. She had only been joking, never meaning it seriously, so upon seeing Nan Ke Rui’s reaction, she truly laughed—joyfully, wholeheartedly.

“What!” She glanced at her hand. Just moments ago, she had exerted all her strength to barely parry the lethal ant’s attack, yet now, with only a fraction of her power, she had already sent the creature flying.

The man wore a jade crown and a dark robe, his figure slightly plump, and his face bore the lofty demeanor of a superior.

Yuan Qing Yu nodded and said no more. Her slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and at once, a deep, mysterious energy began to seep from beneath her, spreading in all directions. The vast, clear street was shrouded in eerie power, and a sinister, blood-red mist slowly appeared.

“If—just if—if I weren’t by your side now, would you often think of me?” Shen Bi’s beautiful eyes brimmed with hope as she asked.

Yin Qi set aside his memorials and rose, walking slowly to stand before Sun Shi Ning. He looked down at her; though his lips still held a smile, a cold, deadly aura had already crept into his gaze.

Xue’er managed a bitter smile and turned away, leaving as she always had. She was used to it by now, as she had been before.

Regrettably, this round was much like the last. Both spent so much of their attention guarding against each other’s ambushes and strategies that, when they finally tried to confront Yue Ying, the third observer, they found they were powerless.

Nevertheless, once their bravado faded, none dared trouble Dongfang Yu Ping. Now, Dongfang Yu Ping was no longer someone they could contend with.

Ye Ling Hui took the empty seat beside An Ran; Li Mo Chen had no choice but to follow, seating himself next to Ye Ling Hui.

An Gui had been standing quietly behind Wang Jin, but when he saw Wang Jin wrap an arm around his shoulder and turn away, he found it strangely dazzling.

Almost in an instant, Yun Xiao, unaware of what was happening, was sucked into an endless abyss, her body plummeting downward as though falling from the sky.

Ding Yi agreed readily, to her surprise, and went straight to the landline, dialing Peng Chang Yi’s old private number. She got it right—Peng Chang Yi had never changed that number.

It wasn’t until Chu Feng Xing finished speaking that Yan Hong finally realized what had just happened. She lifted her hand to touch her lips in disbelief, as if the warmth and breath of Chu Feng Xing still lingered there.

Once everything was settled, Father He got in the car and called out to me, “Bo Bo, I’m leaving now. Thank you for your help.” Then he drove away, closing the iron gate behind him.

How… how could she have been so lucky as to acquire a rare material—the Scarlet Heart Fire Essence—so easily?

She saw Li Bai listening attentively at first, thinking he would heed her words and change his odd temperament. But unexpectedly, Li Bai suddenly took off the coat she had draped over him and placed it back in her hands.

She couldn’t go on, for Qin Hao kept gazing at her with gentle eyes. That autumn-water gaze extinguished her nameless anger effortlessly.

Lin Xi Yue couldn’t understand what she said, but her abrupt entrance had naturally drawn everyone’s attention.

Meanwhile, the sorcerer beside him began conjuring fierce winds, fanning the flames and driving them toward the enemy fleet.

After several seconds, Hu De Shui’s vision started to recover, though everything remained terribly blurred.

“The controller’s power is still limited. He only used one group’s computing power to argue against eight groups,” Xiao Chen explained.

Half a day later, Li An rode out of the desert atop the Black Bull King, returning once more to the forested mountains.

Shaking off his shock, Jiang Shi shook his head. The Fire Lotus Sect had plagued these lands for years, with countless villagers indirectly killed by them. He had always feared their power, but now, with Luo Yu’s help, he would not let the villagers’ deaths go unavenged.

Li Wei transformed his appearance, slicked his hair back like an adult, donned a handsome suit, and led the bride gently down from the hot air balloon’s basket.

Xu Mo pondered for a moment and realized he had only spent thirteen days to enter the sect—by time alone, he was indeed far more talented than Chen Sheng.

Truly, fate equips those who travel between worlds with the best tools. Earlier, it was mentioned that the most intricate part of the gift box was the lock. When Xu Miao ordered the box, a distant relative of the carpenter’s family happened to be visiting.

Luo Yu spoke calmly, and in the next moment, golden light coiled around the long sword, accompanied by the faint roar of an azure dragon. As the sword fell, a golden arc lingered in the void. The sword energy struck the edge of the formation, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

Because Xiao Tao had suppressed his aura, Jiang Yi Chen couldn’t sense his martial realm, nor did he care to. His impression of Xiao Tao’s cultivation was still stuck at their first meeting, when Xiao Tao was only at the mid-stage of Hidden Force.

Surrounded by terrifying heat, the worst torment for Man Han was not a single fatal blow, but the relentless roasting. Lin Chuan kept his smile, silent.

Since Xie Ya Qin left for the Xie family, the bedroom she shared with Jin Ye Hua had remained shut, for Jin Ye Hua had long since begun sleeping in a separate room.

With a sudden bite to her tongue, blood spread in her mouth. Mo Ran silently recited her mantra, calming herself. She knew the people in the vision were, in all likelihood, her very attachments.

The fireworks did not fall all at once; wave after wave bloomed in the sky, grand and beautiful, drawing countless gasps of awe.

Laughter erupted all around. For now, Lin Chuan had become the greatest threat to the Five Great Sects, granting the cities a rare respite—if war broke out, it would be Lin Chuan’s Heavenly Profound Dao Sect that bore the brunt.