82 The Endless Journey of Learning (19)

"I don't know," Ke Qi shook his head. "I've never understood what you care about." He seemed to be complaining, yet at the same time, it was as though he was confiding in a friend.

She had assumed this base had been here long before. There was no way Fang Hao and his people had excavated it themselves—the scale of the project was simply too vast.

A pang of grief resonated in Chen Zheng's heart. He, Chen Zheng, had become a warning, a precedent for those who wished to betray.

On the night of May 18th, just as darkness settled, the elf entered the dining hall of the Woz-Pedro mansion, took Woz-Pedro away in the midst of his meal, and imprisoned him in the barracks of their assistant forces stationed in Suke City.

Su Ruolan instinctively grasped the hand offered to her. Turning her head, she caught Zhou Cheng smiling and nodding reassuringly at her. In the next moment, halos of light swirled around, obscuring the scenery. When her vision cleared, she realized she was no longer in the Abbot's secluded courtyard.

At that time, she was hailed as the First Holy Knight of the Cru Fief, while Peidi was extolled in the church’s proclamations as the most powerful Holy Knight of the past three centuries in the Empire. Rumors within the territory of their imminent engagement only made her more determined to defeat Peidi each time their paths crossed.

Peidi nodded in silence, his heart sinking to the depths. Inwardly, he thought: Indeed, this is magic energy.

"Director Zhang, all men are born equal—why should there be any hierarchy? I am merely more fortunate than most," Liu Qiangdong replied humbly.

With a roar, the flying sword howled. In that instant, Lü Hanyang saw the creature actually seize the incoming crimson dragon pearl in its grasp.

Li Qinglian observed the reactions of his colleagues in the court, his expression betraying the faintest hint of gloom. When he subconsciously glanced at the Holy Emperor, his heart dropped—a chilling realization. The emperor’s aura was growing weaker by the moment, and upon the dragon throne sat little more than a withered old man at death's door.

Lin Zhengyang nestled his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the milky scent that lingered from her recent bath.

"You must have quite the headache," Roosevelt almost laughed. He could easily imagine that Martin, too, must be troubled, or he wouldn’t have made this call in the first place.

Du He silently changed Gao Qiaohe into a fresh samurai robe in the now silent Hall of Longevity, laying him beside the serene-faced Yang Meishu.

There were techniques that could shake mountains, flood lands in golden light, stir rivers and seas, conjure steel from earth, harmonize the breath in nine cycles, guide primordial energy, subdue dragons and tigers, reverse the wind and return the fire, shrink into the depths, hurl sand and stones, sow beans into soldiers, and drive nails with seven arrows.

Yet two days later, Du He returned unscathed. Apart from his pallor, he showed no sign of having suffered.

Luo Haosheng pressed his lips together, taking note of Du He's every move. After a few breaths, he gave a noncommittal "hm," then continued to fill his hungry stomach with the tea cakes.

From the side, his handsome features came into view—it was Gao Yunlin. Not yet fully assimilated with the bloodline essence of the Fire Qilin, his hair still held a reddish tint, which gleamed with an oddly captivating charm under the sunlight.

Du He held his forehead and shook his head, the haze of alcohol retreating with Jiang Ling’s words. All those things he’d tried to avoid now surfaced in his mind.

Liu Hongjian’s insistence on recruiting soldiers from military households with fallen ancestors was, in fact, driven by his own reasoning.

As for the Seventy-Two Earth Fiend Talismans, they were divided into middle and lower grades—the first thirty-six of the middle, the latter thirty-six of the lower, with the former far superior to the latter.

Beneath the oasis, where underground rivers surfaced for air, a wondrous wetland sustained more than two thousand households.

Tian Yan turned his gaze to the solemn and upright Boya. As he was about to speak, Boya cut him off with a cool, indifferent remark.

The merchant's face turned ashen. He understood that the words implied more—that the Austin family’s support for him had ended as well.

Her skin was clean, flushed with the warmth of a recent bath, lips rosy and lustrous with a honeyed glow. Her features were bright and clear, with none of her former enchantress allure.

"Sister, I’m sorry! It was my fault." Blood trickled from Yun Lan’s lips, but she answered with a weak smile.

"You’ll never know unless you try. So, you’re not against it?" Zhao Jingxuan was both delighted and a little surprised to find that his father did not object to his pursuing Ling Xi.

The speaker was Zhu Huayu. Pang Feilong was also inclined to get along with Li Fei, and Hu Dan’s curiosity knew no bounds. All three wanted to get closer to Li Fei, eager to learn more about him.

"I know the baby isn’t here. I’ve already used my spiritual power to sense her presence—she is no longer in the human realm!" Zisang Ye’s expression was grave.

At the end of his letter, his father added that having a son like Han Leng was his life’s greatest pride. He knew his son sought cultivation and immortality and urged Han Leng not to worry about him; in his current state, he could easily hold on for another three or four decades.

He was known as Cang Kun, a divine master. It was said he journeyed far and wide, enlightening all living beings, understanding new realms, and broadening his mind.

Ji Mo drew in a sharp breath—the sea here was terrifying. Rumors said that several Sea Kings guarded the desolate island nearby. It was true; if one were to be entangled by these three powerful creatures, even a master of the Divine Void Stage would be instantly destroyed, annihilated in the blink of an eye.