Volume 1, Chapter 34: Resonance of the Lingering Soul

"A millennium of planning! To be thwarted by a mere ant like you!"

The voice was like a thunderclap from the heavens, making the entire hall vibrate and causing rubble to rain down from above.

"I will not allow it—!"

A torrent of violent, peerless demonic energy, carrying an aura of absolute destruction, surged directly toward Su Haoming!

Just then, a nearly transparent barrier manifested out of thin air, barely managing to block the path before Su Haoming. Behind the barrier appeared the figure of his guardian spirit, though it was now so faint it was on the verge of vanishing, its edges constantly crumbling into specks of light.

"Hurry! Complete the ritual!"

The guardian spirit’s voice was urgent, fueled by its final obsession before dissipation. Su Haoming gripped the lens tightly; his flesh was mangled, and the coldness...

Hong Yi accepted the two treasures, thanked his master, and said nothing more.

Chi Lixi said nothing, walking past them with composure. She had not gone far when a large blade was pressed against her shoulder.

The video was long, but Song Qian watched it with great focus. Yingzi accompanied her for a while before quietly returning to her bedroom.

Sun’s vacant eyes shifted. Reluctantly, she glanced at Chi Yi and the Zhong woman, and finally, she began to speak slowly.

Sengoku possessed his own sense of justice, though the more he served as a marine, the weaker this sense became; for now, it was still somewhat evident.

Their father, Qiao Zuwang, was a crude and selfish man. Qiao Yicheng, Qiao Erqiang, Qiao Sanli, Qiao Simei, and Qiao Qiqi—the five Qiao children relied on each other to survive through the hard years.

What was even more significant was that this cold, aloof, and composed demeanor was surprisingly not annoying; on the contrary, it felt inexplicably natural, making one willing to accept it.

After a careful observation, Li Fengtian found nothing. He reached out, grabbed the other intact left ear of Director Jin, and dragged him away.

The sword was three feet and eight inches long, about two fingers wide, and glimmered with a blue light like the waters of an autumn lake, its cold brilliance sharp enough to cut a hair.

Having said that, he waited quietly as the other Arrancar served tea to everyone and brought a chair for Nico Robin.

Besides colleagues from the same department, Chen Kaiyan had come tonight, followed by Yu Hainan.

Zhao Ruozhi looked at Lu Shuiyi with a lost expression and shook his head. "I'm not sure either. I'm just going by what others have said. I have no clue where my father is. The only thing I can do is search for that secret; perhaps then everything will come to light." His tone was one of utter helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xi’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, drained of all color. He stared at Elder Lin, stunned and unable to speak.

With Zheng Yi and Fu Bing supporting the two exhausted men—who were trained and sturdy on their feet, and being Arabs accustomed to desert travel—they managed to keep up with Tang Tianci and the others, at least for the time being.

The black line pierced through the air, soaring a hundred meters high before falling in a parabolic arc toward the ground. It looked like a burning fireball, as if it were about to ignite the very air.

Cao Ge was constantly gaining new perspectives on Li Jing'er; he had never known that she could handle things all on her own.

Solid fuel was scarce, but it was better than freezing to death. Yun Hai and Dr. Lu stood before the ice wall, discussing something.

"So hot..." Luo Yunyan began to uncontrollably strip off her clothes, her delicate cheeks flushed with a deep crimson.

Chang Xin was all too familiar with this mark; wasn't it the Heart Sword Mark? But he remembered clearly that Chen Bai did not have a Heart Sword Mark. Where, then, did the one on his forehead come from?

"I see now. If I don't slap myself, are you going to hit me?" Tang Yuan looked at Lu Zhonglei and asked innocently.

Meanwhile, Celia was weeping in Bai Yuan's arms while secretly observing Bai Jiu. In the brief moment Bai Jiu was talking to Uncle Long, Celia leaped from Bai Yuan's embrace, baring her claws in an attempt to finish off Bai Jiu. Bai Yuan noticed in time and held her waist tightly to prevent her from jumping.

After speaking, he picked up his phone and called the PR department, ordering them to whitewash all the news.

However, the sense of unease grew stronger. Doubts stirred in Ye Liancheng’s heart: could it be that this Chi Lian had appeared here specifically for him?

It was that same familiar scent of powder. Ye Liancheng inhaled it with intoxication, while Wang Chifeng behind him instinctively frowned; she was not accustomed to the scent in this place.

However, Li Xuan’s strength was formidable, and his personality was forceful and domineering. His words surely carried some hidden meaning.

A deep, resonant voice came from behind. The two Confucian scholars instantly straightened up and turned to leave without hesitation; if they didn't leave now, they would be in trouble.

The sound of the door opening startled her, and a look of calm, happy contentment graced her face. Both had given the other so many "firsts." On their first day of living together unofficially, both felt incredibly natural and at peace.

How could he, a peak-stage Condensing Pill Realm cultivator, end up in such a sorry state at the hands of a peak-stage Divine Source Realm cultivator?

A slightly weary voice echoed from ahead, drawing Yi Tianxing’s attention. A door slowly appeared in the mist, and a thick, bloody stench instantly filled the area. Upon sensing the approaching aura, Yi Tianxing couldn't help but retch.

In Tibet, you can see Mani piles—also known as "spirit piles"—built of stones and slabs in mountains, at intersections, and along the shores of lakes and rivers everywhere.

Yang Mian remained indifferent. He seemed completely unresponsive to his father’s beatings or his mother’s rebukes. He simply walked forward, reached the living room, went to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened it.

"This isn't it!" Ye Liran only had to take one look to know that this was not a spatial passage at all, but merely a tiny fissure.

Bai Xiyan and Ye Liran had already given them two chances. A third time would not come.

He missed his mother dearly. He wanted to hear her voice and hear what it would sound like to hear her call his name.

The imperial decree granting the marriage finally reached the Qing Prince’s Mansion in mid-November. Uncle Mumu was overcome with excitement and immediately went to offer incense and prayers for the Prince and Princess of Qing.

Dunzi thought it made sense and trotted off happily. I smoothed my hair and brushed the dust off my clothes, too embarrassed to strike up a conversation with Yun Jingjing openly.

As I spoke, I deliberately lowered my voice, hoping to capture the curiosity of these three gentlemen.

Boom! A loud explosion erupted in the sky. Instantly, a gale arose, countless strands of vital energy burst forth, and space became severely distorted.

"Old fox," Gu Yan and Gongsun Ming cursed inwardly. With just a few words, he had pushed all responsibility onto others, yet Gu Yan and Gongsun Ming couldn't refute his excuse. If they really pushed back, how many people would call the people of the Ten Thousand Sword Manor overbearing and unreasonable?