28 In the Mood for Love

A deity is, in essence, a hybrid of psionic energy. Its core consists of the soul of an intelligent being, the memory imprints carried by that soul, and a certain amount of disposable divine power. These three elements constitute the fundamental defining characteristics of a deity.

Two siege ramps had been erected on the ramparts of Yecang City. Currently, the fighting on both ramps was evenly matched; the Xiliang army had failed to successfully capture the walls, as the fierce resistance from the Pacification Guard and the Red Tassel Guard prevented the Xiliang forces from gaining any advantage.

Having taken first place in the freshman assessment last time, she had intended to take him as her closing disciple, but he had politely declined. Now that he had achieved first place again with excellent results, she still harbored intentions of taking him as an apprentice.

After resting in this county town for three days, An Yuning and her party once again set out on their journey southward, passing through Yaoyang City before continuing their trek south.

"I want a portion of the power." The spider spirit twirled her braid with her fingers, a look in her eyes that Da Qiao found difficult to read.

As she spoke, the ground instantly vanished. Before the group could react, they plummeted downward, landing squarely on the heads of the beasts below, catching them off guard and throwing them into immediate chaos.

However, it was said that more than half the people—perhaps even two hundred—had died in the depths of this island.

"Heh, not bad, you’ve actually broken through to the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm. It seems you’ve made great progress over these years!" Yin Zheng smiled.

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned by the notification from his computer system. Why had the deduction decreased? This had never happened before.

They did not react much to Wang Zhumo climbing up ahead of them. Firstly, they had absolute confidence in their own strength to hunt the rules; secondly, the Rule Tree was so vast that there was essentially no need for competition.

Du Banxia bit her lip tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of grievance. She had never encountered such a situation before, yet here she was, forced to face it.

As he approached, a faint fragrance, reminiscent of certain flowers and grasses, began to linger in the air. Xianyu Qing immediately covered her nose.

"A-Yu, how could you do this?" Feng Lin looked at Feng Jingyu with a broken heart, rebuking him in a deep voice.

Yang Chen embodied the philosophy that a great man knows when to yield and when to stand tall; as long as one mastered the art of flattery, there would be no losses to suffer in the future.

"Mom, Dad, Ying'er is sorry..." Standing on the rooftop, Ying'er’s eyes were filled with tears as she looked down at her parents below. A sense of guilt welled up in her heart. She knew her parents were not in good health, and the fact that she had done something so shameful made her feel she could no longer go on living. At the thought of this, she swung her other leg over the railing.

Ginkgo was extremely reluctant to part, seeing Aunt Bixia off all the way. Before boarding the carriage, Aunt Bixia touched Ginkgo’s face with affection, telling her to come visit their home next time. Ginkgo nodded with a dejected expression.

"Doesn't look like a living person." Sun Miao took the Shadow Thorn from John, a thousand thoughts flashing through her mind as she made a rapid comparison.

Old Master Lin felt that something was amiss, as if an invisible hand were manipulating the media, leaving him feeling deeply uneasy.

Even her father was praising Chen Wen, noting that he hadn't forgotten the kindness the Zhang Village had shown him in the past; now that he was doing slightly better, he still helped the villagers.

Although they thought this way, the generals dared not stir up trouble. After all, Zhang Jun held the title of Governor overseeing the troops in Xiangyang.

"I have an idea!" Zhao Qiang suddenly thought, what would it look like if they used long-range Crushers to attack the sand worms?

Voices reporting their safety came through the walkie-talkies one by one—no casualties, a fortunate outcome in an unfortunate situation.

"Perhaps the Second Senior Brother obtained it by chance while traveling abroad over these years," Jiang Dongting said softly.

The number of imperial troops beneath the city continued to grow, totaling nearly twenty thousand. As they watched various siege engines arrive one after another, and with no word from those sent to the island for reinforcements, Yang Zaixing and Wang Xian could not help but grow anxious.

Zhang Zhong nodded. He knew of the Azgalor family, especially since three of the guards by Apollodi’s side were from that very house. Now, many ministers in Nanchetlin had marriage ties to the Azgalor family.

Liu Yao was in a bad mood, feeling a persistent sense of stifling sorrow lately. She had no real friendship with Red Tiger, so seeing him did not lift her spirits.

Now, she had to display her own strength to make the Qing Gang wary of her; otherwise, her life would certainly be forfeit.

Although they had used secret arts and damaged their own cultivation levels, their strength remained elite within the Psychic Realm. Apart from that phoenix, who else could be their match?

It had been over a year since she first met him. She didn't know what she had been thinking back then, to be willing to follow him across the entire continent! Later, she, who had never interacted much with humans, actually agreed to live in a city with him.

On the screen, the three remaining members of BF, who had just wiped out SS, were charging ahead, aggressively pushing toward the middle lane of the SS base. It was clear they intended to finish the game while the entire SS team was dead. Judging by the respawn timers, they had enough time.

"Then tell me, in which direction is the site?" Although Tang Long had survived many a hail of bullets in his life, witnessing the whole process today left him breathless. The man’s claim of being afraid of ghosts was simply too childish; his courage was heaven-defying. Since he dared to sleep in a graveyard, it was unimaginable what he might do next. It was better to get straight to the point.

Yun Xian rubbed her slightly stiff cheeks, wanting to look back at the fruits of her labor during this period. However, at a single glance, she saw only a crumbling mountain of jade bottles. Yun Xian hurriedly projected her spiritual sense into her storage bag to check.