Volume One, Chapter 62: Coward!

Kesen stroked the gray stubble on his chin, speaking in a detached tone, as if lost in thought.

"Heh, if I told you, wouldn't it only add to your sorrow? That's why I never intended to say anything when I left. I am like a gentle breeze—coming and going quietly, leaving not a single cloud behind," Ye Ming said with closed eyes, as though a poet lost in reverie.

Feng Yin, accused by Yan Lingbo, hung her head in grievance but made no effort to defend herself.

Shanny patted her shoulder. She still remembered the nerves she felt when her first work was released, so she could well understand how Ye Mingming was feeling now.

He lifted his eyes to look at Murong Fengxue, his tone tinged with sadness. "I always thought it wasn't your true intention. I thought that, in the end, you might still have a shred of humanity left."

A messenger from the allied army arrived, demanding that the outcome be decided in a duel—whoever lost would withdraw their troops.

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as the weight lifted from his heart, exhaustion washed over him. He slumped onto the sofa with a thud, silent, his gaze drifting repeatedly to the tightly closed bedroom door.

But should I really have to get involved with Director Huang just because a shirt was ruined?

The demonic nature within him had been forged over those three million years defending the frontier, transforming the once carefree Marquis of the Immortal Realm into a battle-hardened warlord.

Ye Lingling, dejected, looked up and saw Tian Yixin approaching with a flawless, exquisite appearance, her eyes widening in awe. She really was beautiful.

By now, he cared nothing for Sun Wukong's identity; his only thought was to save Jiang Qiu.

"Let me go! Let me go! My affairs are none of your business!" Mao Yue struggled and shouted all the way.

Tsunade glanced at Uchiha Ryuunosuke, who was handling the bodies. In truth, even if Hatake Lin hadn't come, Ryuunosuke would still have wiped out this notorious group of bandits; he'd already informed Tsunade of this by evening.

"Hahaha! I knew His Highness the Crown Prince was the strongest! That so-called Holy Son of Wind and Thunder—how dare he oppose the Crown Prince!" The supporters of Ying Zheng cared for nothing else, erupting in thunderous cheers, as if determined to shake the very heavens.

These were things Li Hong only learned about after meeting Huineng and Shenxiu in the past, and in recent days, discussing chess and chatting with Sun Simiao.

But Leng Miqian couldn't be bothered to explain all this to Itohara. She didn't want much contact with Itohara anyway, so she refused his offer without a second thought, intending to turn away and continue her discussion with Tianyin.

The patriarch of the Nichi family personally intervened, gathering all the rivers of blood together. Only then did the Central Domain finally return to peace. Shortly after, the Nichi patriarch announced his retreat from worldly affairs. No one knew what became of the three core elders or the mighty figure in the dragon robe.

"There's no need to say more. I know what must be done. Whether or not Lao Liu has really reached Yangzhou, Li Jingye and the others must be eliminated." Li Hong stared at the tranquil pond, his voice resolute.

"You think you can just storm Golden Fur Peak and catch the Golden Fur Lion? Can the Jackal Demon really survive?" Qi Tianshou suddenly let go of Kuei Mu Wolf's hand.

In the main hall of the Zhuo family mansion, several braziers burned, and thirty chests of gold and silver valuables were stacked high. A plump middle-aged man paced back and forth, his face etched with worry—it was none other than Zhuo Wangsung.

Holding an order for promotion that had passed through the German High Command, the Navy Headquarters, and even the Führer himself, Fehn couldn't believe his own luck.

That little thing looked unremarkable, but when it exploded, its ferocity rivaled a volcanic eruption—it obliterated Erlang Shen, the God of Slaughter in the Three Realms, without a trace.

Many had grown beards to curry favor with Yama King Qin Guang, though never as long or thick, lest they outshine him.

So long as he refused to submit, he wouldn't die, for Chongyang Academy would never dare let him die—his death would mean the academy's destruction.

At that moment, Feng Lin used Lightning Trajectory once more, appearing behind his opponent—a move impossible to guard against.

A bronze mirror hovered above Wei's head, a spring of vital energy spraying from the mirror and washing over him. Warmth flooded his limbs and bones, as if the Heavenly Dipper and Northern Dipper finally had a skeleton to anchor them, making them even more stable.

The Sword Knight saw the look of distress on Dancer Tianji's face and realized his previous question had been out of line. He decided to drop it and ask something else, but just then, the ever-infatuated Bone Sprite, who'd been gazing at him all along, suddenly spoke up.

As the Jade Emperor had said, Qi Tianshou had a better option: the twelfth prince, Yang Yang, who was granted the title Prince of Lingyang and enfeoffed in Lingzhou.

"Not bad. In just two hours, you've ascended the Immortal Ladder. Your spiritual energy and determination are superior even to most top sect disciples!" Lin Xianzhi was clearly very pleased and couldn't help but praise him.

"Patriarch, he's not very handsome—he wears a mask so he won't frighten others," Xingyue explained.

Though the Bon religion had been suppressed by King Muchi in recent years and its influence in the royal court and government waned, as the native faith of the Western Regions, it still boasted a history spanning hundreds or even thousands of years, and its influence among the people remained strong.

Unlike the mildness of dark matter, which can even be absorbed by the human body, antimatter is among the most dangerous substances in the universe.

Even if it wasn't that serious, Jia Geng was sure to receive a demerit or even a major demerit from the school.

Life, which should have improved, slipped out of sync, and day by day grew harder; in my thirties, I faced the worst financial crisis of my life.

Uncle Chen's voice came from outside the door. Ning Zhixian looked at the worry on Lu Yanshen's face, and felt a pang in her heart.

The jade bottle was slightly translucent, revealing the dark green spiritual liquid inside. As he gently uncorked it, an incredibly pure wood-element aura burst forth. For a moment, he even sensed the spirit herbs around him begin to stir.

With Chu Han personally involved, there should be no problem. Chen Qianqian could relax now—so long as Chu Han agreed, she would soon meet the author in person.

"It's clearly your kissing skills that are awkward. Want me to teach you?" he said, clearly delighted at the prospect.