39. Warmth Within

With every introduction made by Chairman Jia, Shu Manyun responded politely, shaking hands with each of them. The men all wore broad smiles and eagerly exchanged business cards with her.

"Humph!" Seeing the packet of medicine on the ground, Ye Fei let out a cold snort. As expected, they still intended to use poison on him. Without a moment's hesitation, he shifted his feet, kicked the package flying, and then curled his hands into claws, lunging toward Fan Guanchao's crotch and armpits respectively.

Frightening though it might be, what did it matter? Ever since she escaped from that place which had imprisoned her consciousness for so many years, she had never once thought of returning.

A moment later, his characteristically fine handwriting emerged on the handkerchief. Tianjing's mind was set at ease because she had heard the guards say the assassin was wounded in the right shoulder, and she had never heard He Yunyang mention that he was adept at writing with his left hand. Thus, it was evident that his injury was not serious.

"You all have to protect them every day and haven't had a proper rest, either! Go get some rest now. I'm heading off, too," Ye Fei said with a smile, then took a shower before returning to his room.

Having lived for so many years, there had never been a time when he felt so wretched and considered himself such a complete failure as a human being.

"Since you live together, there's no need to worry about Su Xue's safety," Shu Manyun said calmly, though it was impossible to tell what kind of mood she was in.

Yuchi Weiya shook her head, as if trying to tell herself this was not a dream. If it were a dream, there would always come a day to wake from it, but everything she was experiencing at this moment was predestined by fate, beyond any power to alter. From this day forward, she, Yuchi Weiya, was the Princess Consort Qi of the Northern Dynasty.

Seeing her older brother take it so lightly, Su Qian'ai glared at him, turned, and walked out without paying him any further heed.

"Teacher Su, I have already tried very hard to adjust the tone of my voice." Lou Yumuo looked at Su Qian'ai with a grievance, a layer of mist welling up in her originally clear, bright eyes.

"You're thinking too much. I was just wondering how long it will be before you spoil Gong Yue rotten, and how much family fortune you have left for her to squander!" Cheng Hai'an said.

A chill ran through his heart. Having known Long Jueming for so many years, he had rarely seen him angry, so Long Kuangxing instinctively took two steps back.

The next instant, the white armor had already returned to the shore. Yingluo threw Roman to the ground; the entire trip took less than ten seconds. To be honest, a battle of this level didn't even count as a warm-up for her.

In the grand hall, the heads of the various prominent families in You County, along with numerous local gentry, stood waiting.

"It seems I've been away for so long that people have forgotten how terrifying I can be. Listen up, my name is Kyoko Sakura. When I was making a name for myself in Mitakihara, you didn't even exist yet," Kyoko Sakura said as she ripped open another bag of chocolate, crunched off a piece, and chewed away.

Bixia hurriedly stepped forward, pretending to wipe the cold sweat from Xie Chen's forehead, but actually slipping a note into Shaohua's hand.

When Yuan Qian and Chang Heng led their soldiers to the shores of Taihu Lake, they laid eyes upon the fleet of boats moored along the bank.

Inside the tunnel, people were packed tightly together, numbering in the hundreds. Every single one of them had a sturdy build and wore tight-fitting martial attire. Because they had been hiding underground, none of them wore armor; for one thing, it was too cumbersome, and for another, it was too conspicuous, making plain clothes far more convenient.

"This must be Tugo's true strength, right? As the reigning world champion of unlimited free-style combat, you can tell he's finally getting serious!" Jon's voice rang out amidst the dull, rhythmic thuds of clashing bodies. Within the span of a few short seconds, Lang Zhan blocked and parried left and right, taking more than a dozen of Tugo's punches head-on.

"Bitch! Stop playing dumb!" Tears already streaming down her face, Sheila cursed angrily and swung her fist.

Countless Sanskrit chants and Zen incantations converged at this moment, transforming into a great thunderous sound and a brilliant light, which ultimately gathered upon the pearl atop the stupa.

This person commanded immense prestige across all three Daoist traditions—the Shangqing, Yuqing, and Taiqing sects. To speak somewhat arrogantly, mad or not, he was currently the preeminent figure in Daoism.

The passive stacking continuously enhanced his physical functions, while the feedback from the black gauntlet stimulated his heart.

Just as they were arguing, the sound of footsteps echoed, and a pair of polished leather shoes appeared before him.

Yet out of tens of millions of people, only Zhang Qingyun's method of revenge was truly unique, utterly shocking, and completely unfathomable.

Currently, the Blazing Spear was primarily composed of fire, while the Yin Ghost Blade, wielded by the Undying Bone, was mainly imbued with black yin energy.

It stood three stories high, weighed over a thousand pounds, and possessed a pair of scarlet, fiercely savage eyes.

Clueless about the myriad twists and turns passing through the mind of the man opposite her, Su Lü prepared to leave after finishing her meal when her phone rang.

Although Mr. Shan had not yet fully recovered from his injuries, his techniques—reminiscent of Murong Fu from Gusu in a past life—served as a complete counter to Chen Ling's remote wind-based attacks.

When this thought had first crossed his mind, Guangchengzi had considered it utterly absurd. After all, his own master was a Sect Patriarch, capable of severing mountains and halting rivers with a single strand of hair. The saying "all beings beneath the Sect Patriarch are mere ants" was no exaggeration. Yet upon closer reflection, he felt this was the only plausible explanation.

Not long after Ling Fei departed, Yun Ling heard the roars of fierce beasts echoing one after another. A moment later, those roars gradually receded and ultimately vanished altogether, but Ling Fei did not return.

Heavy weaponry, mobile light and artillery pieces, defensive main-battle tanks, highly maneuverable Storm armored vehicles, and heavy-firepower Hurricane armored cars.

This grayish-white mist immediately alerted the Imperial Army, who promptly dispatched troops to investigate.

Attacked continuously by five fierce beasts in concert with spell-elixirs, Elder Tianhuo appeared somewhat flustered.

It wasn't that the Jin family faction had no intentions; speaking up so eagerly now was merely meant to give Xiangwan a harsh dose of reality right from the start.

Seeing Ning Ziji coming aggressively, how could Hemeng avoid him? He immediately circulated his cultivation method, raised his blade, and charged forward.

Liang Hezhen looked toward Lanxi, who understood instantly and promptly explained what had happened during this period. Only upon learning that Su Yunran was safe and sound did he finally relax.

Kutanus seemed to sense Song Yunfeng's state of mind as well, guiding him all the way into the main control room.