Chapter 41

Just as the off-road vehicle was about to clear the base gates, he clutched his abdomen, which had begun to throb with pain, and fell into hesitation. Was this lightning-fast escape truly the right move?

The Ruyi Immortal chuckled and scurried away, finding it hilarious to watch Sun Wukong scratching his head by the well. After a while, finding no bucket to be had, the monkey had no choice but to ride a cloud and depart.

Beside the monks stood two young Taoist priests acting as overseers; whenever a monk slowed down, they would lash out with a whip, looking arrogant and insufferable.

Next, Shen Mo defeated another martial artist at the late stage of Internal Energy, yet this time he deliberately pulled his punches to conceal his true strength, all to save a surprise for Qin Yutang.

Over there, the various troops had received their ammunition, and the gloomy atmosphere that had persisted for days vanished instantly, the soldiers growing excited once more.

Yet, never did he imagine that Zhang Xiaofeng and his two companions would have the audacity to covet the rare treasures he possessed while he was suffering from severe injuries.

Meanwhile, at Doulong Streaming Company, Ye Qingling was buried in her work when a notification chimed on her computer.

"I..." Li Yan knew she had been led into a trap. She fell silent, her face flushing, and silently picked out her dress, her mind racing with unvoiced thoughts.

"Could it be that even you, Ancestor, are helpless against him? No matter how scoundrelly my adopted son may be, his legs have been broken—what more does he want?" Sun Dexiu said, unconvinced, his words laced with a hint of provocation.

Xing Yun’s figure suddenly faltered, as if his internal energy had been exhausted, leaving his chest wide open.

After Bai Ye received the ball, he did not launch an immediate attack. No matter how weak a Premier League team might be, they were still significantly stronger than Championship sides; after all, every Premier League team, even those fighting relegation, had fought their way up from the Championship.

I nodded and said, "In that case, I will take them back to the Jinyiwei for detailed interrogation!" I suspected they must have come for Brother Ping Liu. Brother Ping Liu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and invited me to sit in a quiet room, serving tea and pastries before bowing deeply to me.

Furthermore, Ipswich was consciously loosening their defense on Bai Ye to strengthen their coverage of his teammates.

He felt he could take it a step further—layering his techniques—but unfortunately, he could not yet make that leap.

Zhang Xiaoli nodded, "Student Gu Xu’s explanation is very detailed, and his logic is sound. After countless iterations, the original model has been mapped into something completely unrecognizable."

Shen Qianyu had always wanted to take Song Wan back to the villa on the outskirts of the capital, but his health kept fluctuating, never fully recovering.

The shop door was left ajar. I strolled in and deliberately coughed, but there was no movement inside. I grew deeply suspicious; usually, Shu’er would come out to greet me the moment she heard my voice. It was one thing for there to be no customers today, but for everyone to be gone? It didn't look like they had gone out.

She had been organizing the problems Gu Xu struggled with and various difficult points, intending to use them for his review and summary.

Ye Bei’s lips moved, but he hesitated, then gave Gu Baitian’s shoulder a heavy pat.

The divination skills Huang Shiweng had just displayed were enough to prove that he possessed genuine, substantial talent.

"Where did that guy go?" Su Yuyang yawned and flopped onto the sofa, but suddenly, a note on the table caught his attention.

"Demon Emperor, you will pay the price..." A human-shaped red light erupted from the top of the Source Master's head.

Tony could only set aside his reluctance; if the T-virus succeeded, it would be a blessing for all humanity.

It was evident that the Fire Qilin had lost a significant amount of vitality by offering its own essence blood, which was why Xia Yang’s heart was a tangle of complexity and gratitude—and why he had initially refused to accept it.

"Brother..." Qin Mengyao took a step forward. Qin Fangbai, holding Su Wuyang, turned back slowly, his gaze icy.

Having deleted the day’s scheduled posts, Ling Miao felt refreshed. Glancing at Su Yuyang’s tightly closed door, she packed her things with a beaming smile, ready to make a run for it.

"Su Yuyang?" Ling Miao didn't knock very hard, but it was loud enough for anyone inside to hear. After five or six knocks with no response, she opened the door without permission.

The entire Immortal Realm was in turmoil. Many ancient families and powerful factions—some even with the heritage of Immortal Kings—were shaken to their core. Many set out immediately, rushing toward the source of the fluctuations to investigate.

"Young Master Lan, have some hot water." After setting down Mo Xianan’s cup, Mo Jiahao poured another for Lan Chengzhe.

"No, I’ve only been drinking it for a few days. Doctor, what extra medicinal herbs were added, and what are the dangers?" The fact that herbs had been added meant they had truly tampered with it.

Murong Xitong, reminded by Qin Moyu, stopped clashing head-on with the flood dragon. Her figure danced like lightning; under the dragon’s violent attacks, she was like a lonely boat in the ocean—terrifyingly dangerous, yet her life was not at risk.

At this moment, Zuo Kong also arrived on the other side of the barrier, but the circular barrier vanished at that instant, allowing everyone to see what was inside.

Zhang Wei drifted into his dreams with a smile, while the real world began to stir as the night’s wild leaks from "Judging Heaven and Earth" went viral.

"Let’s go! I think I can treat him now. It’s a bit difficult, but not overly so." Xu Mo said this as he walked out of the room, speaking to Geng Yiming, as there was no one else there.

Having never had much concept of money, he couldn't help but feel a bit greedy; if he just filled a burlap sack with some of it, it would be enough to last him a lifetime.

"I will. When I return, I’ll burn some paper money for you to help improve your life." Wu Fan stood up, ready to bid farewell.

Yang Ming gave a calm, helpless, bitter smile; the grand gift Old Wang had sent was truly unexpected.

The retreating Da Xu suddenly stopped, hooked a chair with his foot, and flung it toward his opponent.

She dropped her sword and left in despair; in her heart, something had died. The boy who had once betrayed her, the boy who had been kind to her—he was finally dead in her heart.

Many of the fleeing prefectural and provincial kings had abandoned their armor and weapons, looking disheveled as they scrambled and crawled, fleeing in terror out of the cave. Very few who remained uninjured, upon seeing reinforcements arrive, gathered their courage and followed them back into the fray.

The horse bandits were determined to seize the cargo. They felt that with over two hundred men, taking this dilapidated village shouldn't be a problem. After two failed attempts, they had lost over a dozen lives without even crossing the wall. By this point, the bandits were fueled by rage.