Chapter 128

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Not only were Yun Xiyuan and Yu Jinglan curious, she too wanted to know what had happened in Ningxi. She refused to believe it was her father’s doing.

When Pei An’an woke again, daylight was bright, summer’s harsh sun piercing through the curtains, filling the bedroom with luminance.

The Yun Tun Beast, seeing He Yu blocking its path, roared again, opened its mouth, and swallowed He Yu whole.

Watching Feng Yan truly prepare to go after Di Jiuyin to save Mu Yunqing, Mu Yunlan grew frantic, throwing herself desperately in front of Feng Yan.

He knew something must have happened, but as a servant, he had no right to inquire.

Sometimes, she wished he were more comfortable—yet that cold, icy face, the man who always tangled her in annoyance.

The Fifth Lord, originally guarding other disciples, now joined Lan Jin’s side, instantly forming a four-versus-two scenario.

The Wolf Saint’s voice, though ragged and uneven in breath, carried unmistakable ruthlessness.

“My parents are still in his hands.” She lifted her head, tear-filled eyes brimming with grievance. Not only had she failed to rescue them, she didn’t even know if Feng Jie had found Xiang Han after leaving.

On her, she had always seen optimism, courage to face adversity, not a trace of weakness.

And Guan Moyao, who had been lurking behind, how could he pass up such a perfect opportunity? The scene was already chaotic—he struck without hesitation. Thinking of Hua Sheng’s magic treasure and that flame, his heart burned hot: these would all be his.

“Alright, as you say,” Zhong Qiming seemed to make a great decision, finally nodding. “I believe Zhao Sandao has corrupt intentions, precisely because he’s been excessively attentive to my mother-in-law.”

Feeling the power of the Lu Dao Sword, Hua Sheng even considered cultivating a divine sword art. After slaying so many Immortal Lords, he’d acquired several high-grade sword techniques—but in the end, he abandoned the idea. His spear path was already strong enough; he only needed to refine it further.

Yet Zhu Houzhao and Li Li maintained perfect Moqi ; for this long, not a single firearm from the Great Ming had leaked out.

The moonlight was clear and bright; before the tea farmer’s house lay an open space, usually used for drying tea, its surface perfectly flat.

Liao frowned. He hadn’t expected Qin Ge to be so lucky—to have found this place. Seizing the primordial spiritual root would be troublesome now.

The girls, unaware of the danger, ate heartily with no cares. Only I, burdened with thoughts, found even cola bitter.

Boom boom~. In the sky, dozens of large passenger aircraft glided slowly through the air. Each bore the unmistakable logo of the Human Alliance.

But when the drill began, no one knew where the pressure point—“the lower third of the sternum midline”—was. Nearly all the doctors and nurses involved had never studied human anatomy or skeletal structure.

She dared not act too willfully. Then, waving her stems, she covered Wu Ren with broken stones and dust, concealing his form.

Had the Holy Master not intervened, the Empire would have remained in perpetual terror under the Tyrant God’s wrath.

Qiu Mu and Xu Tianhe exchanged glances, clearly not understanding Xiao Yu’s meaning. With Xiao Family’s strength, why seek their cooperation?

Just as the two were running off-track, a passerby suddenly interrupted their conversation.

Now, Liu Yang was certain he had truly returned to the Qianlong Realm. It seemed he had ultimately failed to gain the sword’s recognition.

Yesterday, Su Feng, besides preparing “Xiao Gu San,” also crafted a potion to repel demonic beasts—its pungent odor disgusted demons yet harmed no humans.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness, but this subject fears he is unworthy to accept!” Ming Yi still wanted to go home, still wanted to see tomorrow’s sun.

Shen Fan stared at the minor before him—well, the classmate who had just become an adult—and felt utterly speechless.

“Dragon Aura…” Liu Yang paused. He had indeed sensed a faint, almost imperceptible pressure in the void—so weak it had no effect on him, so he’d ignored it. So that was the legendary Dragon Aura.

“Hikawa Private Academy, third-year student.” Qing Shuian hesitated a moment, then told Ming Zhong Yan.

Vodka turned to check outside the car. Still no one had come. He couldn’t help complaining—how could his big brother wait this long?

On the crescent-shaped duck meat pie, brown sauce flowed in wave-like patterns, sprinkled with colorful honey flowers for decoration.

As he spoke, Tai Wu drew the sharp dagger at his waist and slashed fiercely through the air, then nodded in satisfaction.

The morning rooster’s crow shattered his dream. Reluctantly waking, he recalled the dream’s events and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Amid Su Qingqiu’s subtle expression, Miao Zichan donned his robe, seized the copper coin sword, and leapt up sharply.

Zhu Qi also patted Zhu Di’s shoulder, praised his recent good appetite and sturdy physique, then asked about matters in Beiping.

Bai Renzong took a bite: the sea urchin flavor had perfectly blended into the egg, creating a uniquely rich taste like crab roe with an egg texture. The ginkgo nuts, shrimp, and mushrooms added rich layers of texture and flavor.

Li Jing’s heart stirred. Having reached this conclusion, he sighed in relief and turned to leave the Cold Palace.

After Shi Xingcheng’s remark, Xu Tong fell silent. She really was making things worse—but she couldn’t just do nothing. She bit her lip.

Thus, when facing even slightly stronger opponents, Su Heng’s physical strength and qi cultivation were useless; he could only rely on soul power and mental cultivation to fight—like possessing great skill yet being unable to wield it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Kunyun vanished from his spot. Sensing Lin Kunyun’s presence, Su Heng dared not delay—he pushed his physical strength to its limit, refining the Fire Serpent form to its peak.