Chapter 45: Friends

She looked nervous, terrified that she might not be happy.

Xianyu chose to continue the deception, claiming that Liang Youjia had been busy with work lately, which was why she had been able to return alone. Only then did her grandmother set her mind at ease.

Until the holiday ended, Xianyu made no specific attempt to inquire about Liang Youjia and Du Ruanruan.

However, at a public business reception, she happened to run into Ji Lingfeng. Having spent so long abroad, he seemed quite out of place at the commercial banquet, standing out like a clear stream in muddy waters.

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Zhang Yuanhao struggled to lift his head, a flash of gold passing through his eyes, allowing him to see the person standing before him in the dim cave with perfect clarity.

Several martial artists at the initial stage of Qi Condensation arrived at the Alchemist Guild and demanded to see Lu Tianming directly. Knowing that Lu Tianming was a Heaven-tier martial artist, they could not help but feel a sense of superiority.

The Marquis directed the bronze mirror toward the thin wall and attached a talisman to its back. As he chanted the incantation, the mirror immediately emitted a bright light, shining directly onto the wall. Seeing this, the Soul-Attached Spirit was startled; he hurried toward the wall, stretching out his hands to channel his internal magical power into it.

Even Bai Sen, usually a restless spirit, was now sighing at the tranquility of it all. Three years on the battlefield had left him physically and mentally exhausted, but now, it was time for a vacation.

Helpless, Wu Hao had to suppress his curiosity and follow the group to the front to assemble.

The beam of energy pierced through the waist of the Fourth-Rank demonic beast. With a soft "thwack" followed by a spray of blood, the creature was instantly crippled.

Fang He’s eyes blazed with fury. This was a reward granted to him by the sect when he ascended to the Foundation Establishment realm; even many other cultivators at the same level did not possess such an exquisite spiritual artifact.

Ye Chen nodded, unfazed. Mount Emei had been backed by emperors in ancient times and, after thousands of years of development, was naturally formidable.

Yet, that golden light, paired with his body now transformed by the power of sin, looked remarkably imposing. Though he was the only one who could see it, that did not stop him from indulging in his own fantasies.

Sometimes, one truly cannot afford to be too soft-hearted. Who knows how many traps might be laid for you in secret by those who appear kind on the surface?

Yang Ye and his party returned through the reed marshes just as they had arrived. The difference was that this time, they took the main waterway of the Lishang Palace and stopped to rest at a village adjacent to it.

In the end, he could only hold Su Xiuxiu and find a flat stone stool to sit on.

Meanwhile, Wang Le, who had already run out, finally discovered that the entire area had been activated by Liu Ding’s hand seals, causing the whole place to undergo strange mutations.

After changing clothes and putting on a mask, he went to the hotel café and ordered a pot of milk and two pastries for breakfast.

He saw the latter’s eyes wide with anger, her cheeks puffed out, clearly furious.

Huang Wu, the former governor of Qingcheng Prefecture, had once been an official in the third brother’s faction, and Huang Qi had served the eldest brother. The intricate web of these relationships led Zongzheng Xu to sense the scent of an unusual conspiracy.

This time, Qi Yue was prepared to leap into the river of love; she did not dodge, but instead accepted Jing Xiai’s expression of affection with joy.

Seeing the whole stewed fish on the table, Jin Xi felt a slight surprise. He reached out with his chopsticks to take a piece, and the taste was fresh, smooth, and tender—the delicate, lingering flavor made him crave more. Before he knew it, he had eaten several pieces.

Of course, the cold intent was not directed at Chen Zhuo, but at the Lu family’s ancestor—the grandfather of Lu Pu.

These words were truly venomous; it was not just Old Mrs. Su, but even Su Baoshan who found them unbearable to hear.

Xue Huan gritted his teeth, struggling to control the demonic sword in his hand. Although a cold, arrogant sneer still hung on his lips, he was inwardly startled.

However, he met with resistance. Even though no one knew how many years this sword had existed in this place, the will left within it remained terrifying.