64 The Endless Journey of Learning (1)

Yun Fei, meanwhile, was quietly gathering his strength. The shattering void of the Three Swords of the Godslayer erupted suddenly at the moment when their hearts wavered, striking at Sa Luo Han and the other powerful figures before they could react.

When you take from others, your hands are tied; when you eat at someone else's table, your mouth is soft. Since he was about to eat with them, how could he sit still and wait to be served? Qian San grabbed a few hot pot containers and hurried out to fetch water.

Qin Su felt her ears grow hot and stared foolishly into Shi Muyang’s eyes, perfectly aware of what he was laughing at.

She glanced down as he suggested and saw that, without realizing it, her heel was already pressed against the threshold. Just as he had warned, if she took another step back, she would stumble and fall again.

The very thing Scholar Qin dreaded most had come to pass—his fifth brother had actually revealed what had happened to him at the academy.

Gu Yu obediently remained undressed, but his body was slightly hunched, his face terribly pale. He avoided Jin Feng’s intense, predatory gaze, standing to the side of the bathroom door, never stepping forward.

When he smiled, he perfectly overlapped with the image she held of the twelve-year-old mixed-blood boy she had met on a gambling ship at sea fifteen years before.

She had wanted to protest, but the stern expression of Eunuch Li at that moment had left her too cowed to utter a sound.

“Send her back. She can’t drink any more, or she’ll end up with alcohol poisoning.” The person was already quite incoherent.

The man put away his phone and swiftly reached out to support Xi Jiu. She caught a whiff of the pleasant scent on him, like the herbal fragrance from a man’s closet clinging to his clothes, mingled with a faint hint of tobacco. The smell was calming.

He had just broken through and hadn’t yet recovered his strength, yet now Lin Feng’s longsword had blocked his way.

With the passage of time, the pain in her body had mostly faded. Yet Mana Mizuhara hadn’t noticed the changes in herself; instead, her mind was absorbed in the story told with malice by Maya Mineyama, and goosebumps rose on her skin.

“If I didn’t come back, my godfather would have been monopolized by you all!” Zhen Mi snapped back to herself and shot back at them.

When Zhao Li heard Xiao Qiang address her, her mouth twitched uncontrollably. This man was amusing, calling someone his own age a child.

She clung to the bars of the cage, avoiding the attacks of the vines, but because she was too slow, her arm was slashed.

The Jingmen Safe Zone was too far from any of the world’s battlefields, which led to a loss of people. It was never a particularly good place—if it hadn’t produced a black mage, many wouldn’t even know it existed.

People were saying the couple looked perfect together, offering blessings, some even editing their pictures to look like wedding photos.

Ren Qiao’an paused. It seemed this “Banquet at Hongmen” meant Ren Hongchen had fallen under someone’s control and now wanted her to stay and be lectured.

There were about three or four thousand monsters outside the shelter, most of them coming from the western forests.

Yu Ze frowned slightly, shouldered a corpse with his left, and with a swift motion, hoisted Qiao Xi onto his right shoulder, instantly picking up speed.

With the death of Niu Lao, the sword of Damocles hanging over the Ye family was gone. Sun Changning represented the Ye family in this conflict, so the family, previously teetering on the edge, was pulled back from ruin. Now Ye Yuanjian was hurrying home to set things in order.

A surge of heroism rose in his heart, a mix of a general’s tragic glory on the battlefield and the lingering sadness of unfinished business and unfulfilled ambition.

Ling Yihan generally understood the meaning behind the flowers and the kneeling. The flowers were for her, and the kneeling likely meant a proposal, but as for the diamond ring, Ling Yihan was at a loss.

After sending the message, she turned off the phone screen, hesitated, then took it out again, raised a cup of coffee, switched to the beauty cam, and smiled gently at the lens.

Yang Guang had mulled it over for a long time. He didn’t know what to get. He wanted to give his master, Nangong Yumo, a gift, but she seemed to lack nothing. He couldn’t just settle for anything when it came to a gift for his master.

“Blazing Fire Cone!” Mu Lei shouted, spat a mouthful of blood onto the weapon, and fused his essence with it. The interior of the cone flickered with firelight, flames swelling rapidly, only to be abruptly halted at the edge of the cone, crackling as they compressed.

She staggered toward the bedroom, where a soft light was already glowing. She pushed open the door and was met by the sight of a chiseled, expressionless face.

Yet his second brother couldn’t understand his feelings at all. Before leaving, Lin Xier took her hand and gave it a shake.

“After I leave, you’ll be in charge of all sect affairs and may appoint Jiang Chen as elder to handle matters you find inconvenient,” Han Bing said.

Yang Chao still dared to spout arrogance at death’s door. Wang Hao curled his lips and glanced at Zhou Shan with a snort.

Once he learned his body was fine, the gloom in his heart vanished in an instant. His eyes regained their luster, and his spirit soared.

Among the ten, a middle-aged man stepped forward with a playful smile. He saw through the old man’s intentions at once.

What about those in their thirties or forties, who devoted their youth to the military, earned their rank through sweat and battle—what would become of them?

“Yes, Master!” Li Haizhen had just responded when suddenly, a blinding light burst forth behind his master.