Chapter 25: You Once Said You Found It Dirty

Qingyue frowned, gazing in the direction where Yunli had been struck and sent flying. She pondered Yunli’s inability to keep his composure. But even if he had, it would have been pointless. There would never be a better opportunity than this. With a sense of cherishing time and the intention to settle matters swiftly, Shenxing Wuyi and his companions sprang into action.

I have never seen someone so pure, as untainted as a mountain spring—so clear one could see straight to the bottom. No matter what wild thoughts raced through Shenxing Wuyi’s mind at this moment, there was no doubt that this so-called Tesla possessed the original blood of the Violet Thunder. Perhaps this person would be the only one in his life he would ever encounter with such a lineage; thus, he would never let him go.

Qi Ming, upon hearing that the Thunder Inscription Bow had been taken by Lu Ye, suddenly felt a surge of joy—fine, it was just as well to settle everything at once.

Yet, despite the movements being so slow that even the pattern on the sleeve was plainly visible, an inexplicable pale violet afterimage swept forth. At this point, the two men regretted their actions; the woman before them was indeed Lady Hou. Although they had never met her, they knew enough to be aware of her renowned beauty, her aloof and elegant bearing, and her formidable strength.

“May I ask why you have come with such spectacle to the princess consort’s courtyard?” The voice was cool and distant, tinged with a trace of displeasure.

The two battling swords of aura clashed with a crisp snap, and instantly the energy surged, the violet aura swirling more fiercely than the level fourteen chameleon’s.

Mo Xiuyuan simply watched Lu Manman’s retreating figure as she frantically pressed the elevator button, leaving him behind.

Dan Qingluo, unhurried, walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, and only then replied, “That’s right, Brother Yun, you guessed correctly!” With that, Dan Qingluo drained the cup in one gulp.

All eyes followed him as he stepped steadily toward Tang Yaoyao, pausing to look at her.

How was she to explain? Should she say that Ye Qinglan was already dead, and that she was but a soul fragment from another world?

She had been ruthlessly criticized by the Imperial Academy, causing even the King of Feiyu to glare at the Duke of Aoyun’s household with displeasure.

The hands cupping the azure bird remained motionless, as though any movement might startle the little creature.

However, the elemental forces of the five realms are mutually reinforcing and counteracting; not only in this world, but even in the cultivation realms beyond, it would be hard to find a single sage capable of cultivating all five elements at once.

In truth, Mo Xiuyuan rarely returned to this place; sometimes even Ye Heng felt that Mo Xiuyuan feared being overwhelmed by memories.

“What are you still dawdling for? Must I carry you up myself?” The presiding elder, seeing Mu Yun motionless after admitting fault, barked at him.

He had already prepared two million in funds to promote the ‘pedometer’—any more, and he simply couldn’t manage.

“Damn you, I should be asking what you mean by this! Who talks such nonsense? How many marriages have you had? How many lovers does your wife have? None? That’s easy—I'll arrange a few for you, just wait.” Li Zhi sneered coldly.

At the sound of this, Li Nan immediately grabbed the fire axe at hand and dashed out. On the balcony, he saw two zombies circling near the large truck.

“What if I insist you do it?” Li Zhi asked calmly, his voice laced with authority.

“He’s not the general manager, yet he drives a Benz?” Da Gang was puzzled and determined to get to the bottom of it.

The young man in blue said not a word, seeking out a seat in the corner to the left. The bluebird shot him a glance, noticing the deep-seated hatred in his eyes. His blue robe had faded to white from washing, his pale face devoid of color, his chin clean-shaven, looking no older than twenty-five or six. At his waist, a sword glittered with embedded pearls.

Zhao Buzhu could no longer provide shelter; he’d been retired for years now. Though some connections remained, he knew well that to Zhao Beixiao, he was no longer a sturdy tree, but a withered vine beneath a dusky crow.

Zhao Si, slipping away like a cicada shedding its shell, darted into the front building. With no one inside, he no longer needed to hold back.

In this grand plan for cosmic development, Xiao Long was the initiator. He understood that if Earth was to be truly safe, humanity would have to reach for the stars and rebuild the path to the cosmos.

The tabby cat glanced at Mo Xiaosheng, leading the way. Upon seeing him nod, it gave the order to tend wounds and rest on the spot.

He had tried countless ways to force himself asleep—exercise, sleeping pills, hypnotic music—but nothing worked in the slightest.

She climbed onto Shangguan Ao’s body, pressing her burning lips to his, and their passion ignited swiftly.

Wang Qi, seeing Lei Yu exchange blows with Tiger Roar, swallowed hard and muttered to himself.

These were words once spoken by Yan Ziluo’s training instructor. Only after meeting Zuo Linfan did she truly understand them.

Despite the wariness in her heart, Xiao Ling’s demeanor was one of utter gentleness and frailty, so flawless that no trace of artifice or pretense could be found.

“Are you two telepathic or something?” Zuo Linfan looked at Ximen Zhe, a charming, bittersweet arc curving his lips.

If Li Lufei had become involved and allowed Nie Yukun to extricate himself, he would not have so decisively filed for divorce. Once tainted by such matters, there is no escape—better to pull away early than be doomed together.

“You’re so clever. If I killed myself, what would you do to my brother? Let him go first,” Yang Shimin said.

Li Luowei felt as if something sharp had pierced her heart—a sudden, fleeting pain.

Last time, Lei Yu gained hundreds of thousands of points in the heaven-defying challenge. Such points were best used for martial training, and this time, Lei Yu would not be so wasteful as to spend ten thousand points for a quick fix; points were too valuable to squander.

For reasons unknown, the sight of Nalan Mingzhu’s actions sparked an inexplicable fury in Pei Donglai’s heart.

Those yellow rays were the purest essence of earth—containing supreme power, primordial material born at the dawn of the universe, the very origin of the earth element.