Volume One, Chapter Thirty-Nine: She’s Not a Child Anymore

Especially when he saw the long-lost smile on Yan Qiuning’s face, he clenched his fists, the coldness on his face as if freezing every bit of emotion. Yan Qiuning replied to her messages in earnest; after all, her teammates from the last round were already inviting her to join the next match. That’s just how games are—strength always draws admiration.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her head. She thought it was Brother Jiu returning, and reached out, ready to hug him. “Brother Jiu, let’s play a few more rounds.” But the moment her hand touched the person’s clothes, she realized something was wrong. She looked up, frowning, and when she saw who it was, the smile vanished completely from her face.

“What’s wrong? Are you so unhappy to see me?” Lu Liuying recalled the times they used to play together... He chuckled softly, but as his laughter rang out, the ice crystals behind him multiplied rapidly, filling the world in an instant and piercing the demon lord through like a sieve.

“To have forced me to this point, you’ve done well. Who is your master? Tell him you’re ready to leave his tutelage.” Flame God typed out a line at a leisurely pace, and then Wuling Immortal Lord Zhuge Liang returned to the city.

“Our fleet is under attack by unknown means! We can’t determine the enemy’s location for now!” The staff officer on duty reported in panic to Tan Feiming.

Indeed, even several blocks away from the blood-curtain arena, one could hear the wild cheers and howls from within that distant arena.

Although Meng Qingqing was protected by the Golden Buddha, which kept the vengeful ghost at bay for now, she should be suffering nightmares just like Wang Heng. Why was she acting as if nothing was wrong?

The spirit in the corner simply stood there without moving. He Changming attached a protective talisman to it, but the talisman had no effect and burned itself out, leaving the spirit unharmed.

“Well, let’s see if they’ll actually bring you along.” Flame God looked utterly unconcerned, flicking his spear as Han Xin and the unarmed Monkey King walked ahead, with the demons slowly shuffling before them. “What do you think we’ll run into?” Flame God babbled on, lost in his own world.

Fortunately, these ghost soldiers were still disciplined and maintained strict standards.

Either Immortal Qin was playing the fool to hide his strength, or he possessed some unique power.

Nanyue’s beautiful brows furrowed. “The things might get lost.” Clearly, this person’s lack of sense hadn’t changed.

Just then, Fang Shi landed lightly on his toes, and with a casual wave redirected the threadlike energy that was about to explode and rampage, sending it straight into the sky. A massive red pillar of light illuminated the heavens, dyeing the sky crimson before slowly dissipating after several seconds.

Yet, Gu Xingjian and several other Nascent Soul masters stared at the token, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

Ye Fan could hear the sounds and sense a mysterious force drawing near Jupiter, but this force was not human, more like some kind of spirit. What exactly, he could not yet tell.

Qin Chuan casually pointed a finger, his thick digit jabbing the enormous claw that came crashing down. The seemingly unstoppable claw shattered at his touch.

But Qingqing would never return, and so he hesitated endlessly, not knowing how to speak to Lin Wanghu.

Especially when striking, the force of their palms created a current between them, trapping the enemy within.

How strange—since the princess had already been sent, the marriage alliance was set in stone. Someone would surely come to formalize it. What was the Western Kingdom so desperate to achieve with such urgency?

Now, ninety percent of the news was negative, overshadowing even the show’s reputation. Instead of boosting popularity, it was driving viewers away in droves.

Traditional medicine has no scientific basis; it relies only on the so-called five elements, yin-yang, and a handful of herbs as treatments.

Chen Lin’an stared at the vortex, but all he could see was darkness and blood-red, with not a trace of the lake’s blue-green.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Cong frowned deeply. He had a feeling that the middle-aged man’s confidence was not an act. Last time, with just the Fire Sage Pagoda, they had managed to contend with Wuzhi’s snake army. This time, if the demon army wanted to keep them, they’d have to muster even greater force.

“We’re leaving Chang’an tomorrow. Did you say goodbye to Miss Xiu?” Li Qinglian didn’t want to bring up any more unhappy matters.

At school parties, most of the singing and playing were dull—after all, they were no professional singers, and most performances were mediocre at best.

Suppressing his thirst, he stepped onto the sheepskin, using his bundled cotton clothes as a pillow, and sprawled out on his back.

Every member of the Black Spirit Clan had a ferocious look on their face, as if they already saw Long Aotian being blown apart by their clan elders.

On the ground, dust whirled as a yellow-brown dragon of smoke surged up the mountain.

“Here, didn’t you say you liked the spicy grilled shrimp from the food stalls? There’s plenty here—enough for you to eat your fill!” Li Ling shook the black bag full of shrimp at Tang Yixin, raising his eyebrows in question.

For the three young people, time in the starry sky seemed to stretch endlessly, but they were oblivious to its passage, wholly immersed in another world, their entire existence devoted to comprehending the legacy they had received.

“Master…” At first, Chen Jiahao only agreed to serve He Ming as a ghost envoy out of expedience, but now he had truly come to respect him.

Li San, a technician from the trace inspection department, began by checking the door for fingerprints, then took photos, and examined the lock for signs of tampering, inspecting even the locked doors.

At this moment, the demon dragon was growing restless. With Lin Hao’s first state emerging, it suddenly felt an intense sense of irritation.

Seeing Lin Yu insist that all warriors wait for his command, at the moment he threw the bomb in, they instantly swept the nest’s gaping maw with freezing guns. A white fog crystallized into frost, sealing the mouth shut in the blink of an eye.

Yet, it was this seemingly harmless shallow pool that claimed the life of Wei Caixia’s sixteen-year-old brother at its very edge.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but regret it—was choosing Wang Lang the right decision after all?

Seeing this, Fairy Shi Feixuan didn’t hesitate at all. With a flash, she grabbed the Heshibi from the high platform and landed steadily to the side.

Investigators and technicians worked nervously at the scene, taking photographs and shining their inspection lamps as they began their examination.

The five-colored sword dragon collided fiercely with the swordlight formed by the sword intent, erupting in a deafening roar.

So he wanted to ensure everything was perfect. Even if the target was right before his eyes, if it was not the right moment, he would never make a move.

Su Changsheng’s face showed hesitation and deep conflict. Yet inside, murderous intent raged—he wished nothing more than to chop the dog demon into pieces and feed it to the dogs.

Entering the secret room, he activated the mechanism again. The hidden door opened, and after twisting and turning through several chambers, he finally opened the last door, revealing an unexpectedly spacious scene.

By now, a crowd had already gathered outside the Shen family estate—not just people from the Fragrant Pavilion, but also many villagers concerned about the matter.

What should he do? Nana was Xue’er’s best friend, and she’d be arriving soon—there would be no chance to make excuses.

“Yini, use your Void Eye to check if there’s anything wrong with that space,” Lin Jun suggested.