Chapter 29: I Want to Pursue You

However, after that skeleton moved slightly, it collapsed to the ground. Cui Feng’s gaze sharpened as he noticed a mouse scurry past the bony feet.

Liu Lingshan felt elated when she received a call from Lu Tong. At last, the long-awaited day had arrived; her marriage into the Fei family was drawing ever closer.

The trainee’s identity token was far more than a mere proof of status. Embedded within the token were a certain number of points, which held immense value within the Sky Academy. These points were akin to currency in the outside world; anyone wishing to establish themselves at Sky Academy would immediately recognize their worth.

Fei Liangyan and Shi Yi hurried to the hospital. Fei Liangyan leapt from the car and led Shi Yi straight to the emergency room.

“Send out the technicians bound for Germany immediately. Let Mr. Wei arrange for his students to lead the team,” Chen Ning instructed.

Suddenly, the nine phoenixes’ bodies erupted in inexplicable turmoil, while the Yin-Yang doppelgänger seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Since meeting the Stone Monkey, every display of its power had been overwhelming and unstoppable. Yet now, the Stone Monkey’s furious outburst drew nothing but scornful glances.

“He must have undergone hellish training in the military camp. At the class reunion a few months ago, he still seemed pale and frail,” Ye Liaosha mused in silence.

“This fellow must possess some kind of treasure that conceals his aura, or perhaps a technique similar to the Art of Hidden Breath,” Chen Hao finally concluded after a long contemplation.

Whipping his arm around, the eight chain heads twisted together, sending a surge of force through the air as they collided violently.

I frowned at him as he approached and glanced inside, then turned and said, “Let’s discuss this upstairs.” With those words, he strode toward the elevator. I shook my head—he was indeed a peculiar man.

With a whoosh, a streak of black light shot into Lin Yi’s right hand, transforming into the dazzling, radiant Sword of Immortal Execution.

Immediately after, Zhu Quanzhong conscripted tens of thousands of laborers and craftsmen from the various towns in Henan and Hebei, ordering Zhang Quanyi, the acting governor of the Eastern Capital, to construct palaces there. All the vassal lords who had submitted to Zhu Quanzhong sent wealth and materials to Luoyang to aid in the project.

Once one breaks through from the Innate Realm to a higher level, the body is greatly strengthened in all aspects, making it nearly impossible to turn back and open the Bridge Between Heaven and Earth. This underlines the crucial importance of the Innate Realm and the foundations it provides.

Meng Chuer’s entire body shone brilliantly as she floated upward. Twin waves of white light shot out to the sides, enveloping both Xiao Tian and Zhao Bufan.

“Old Man Yufeng, I never expected your own strength to be mediocre, yet among your disciples and grand-disciples, someone so formidable would arise,” Huangfu Ba remarked with a hint of envy.

Reflected in the mirror was the very room I occupied. “Hmph, this is a classic case of trying to steal a chicken and losing both the bait and the bride. You totally deserve it!” the old turtle at my side commented.

I nodded. The Five Celestial Spirits of the Northeast are Chang the Immortal, the Rabbit Spirit, the Fox Spirit, the Ashen Spirit, and the Yellow Spirit. Seeing her rabbit-like form, I found myself more inclined to believe her.

After their defeat, hundreds of thousands of demon clans retreated at all costs into the Abyss of Forsaken Gods and Demons—why did they do so?

“Fellow Daoist, if you desire what I possess, why be so aggressive?” Zhou Yuan understood that these opponents, having seized the initiative, would never let go, but he couldn’t fathom how they knew he had a fragment of the Primal Chaos—who had leaked the news?

On the thirtieth night of winter, only a thin crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold and lonely glow.

Chen Lu dragged a chair over and sat behind Han You, watching his screen as well. “We still need to handle public relations; after all, transferring at a time like this is a bit...” He trailed off, unable to finish, a complex expression in his eyes.

“Mingyue, do you know if the members of the Sakura Society have any headquarters in Yanjing? Where do they usually meet?” Lin Yifeng looked at Mingyue intently as he asked.

As an assassin from Eagle Mountain, one must at least have professional ethics. That was why the leader tried to bite his tongue and end his life, only to find himself utterly paralyzed except for his eyeballs. He was stunned—what was going on? Could this be the work of ghosts?

She moved lightly, gliding with grace toward the opposite side. But just as she reached the midpoint, with a sudden snap, the rope gave way.

“Why?” Ye Tan pressed on, though the answer was much as he had expected.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in their path, blocking Lin Xinlan and the Spirit Fox. A man clad in black armor slowly withdrew his hand, offering a goofy smile as he awaited Lin Xinlan’s response.

As the Ice Emperor spoke, his gaze suddenly turned frigid. Looking at the dozen or so soul cultivators nearby, he waved his hand, sending a flurry of ice blades flying at their throats. In the blink of an eye, before they could even cry out, all the soul cultivators lay dead at the Ice Emperor’s feet.

She looked at Yin Ruo-Jun and gave her a radiant smile. That smile held so much: gratitude for Yin Ruo-Jun’s guidance, appreciation that Yin Ruo-Jun had come to Shen Hanluo’s side. Everything was encompassed in Mo Xi’s brilliant smile toward Yin Ruo-Jun.

But Wang Jin was not suited to stay with them any longer; he simply needed them to show him the way, since he was unfamiliar with the roads. Following the protagonist was of no use to him.

She stayed at Madam Meng’s until evening. When darkness had fallen and Meng Ankai still had not returned, she finally realized he had been to the hospital, but his current whereabouts were unknown.

The sound of Madam Meng’s weeping drifted from the conservatory, making Meng Ankai feel wretched. In his life, his father had died young, his mother had remarried—not just to provide him with a father, to make up for the lack of paternal love, but sadly, not even maternal warmth was left for him.