Chapter 113

Li’s mother, lost in thought about these matters, couldn’t sleep at all, listening constantly to the sounds outside.

When she heard a car approaching, she hurried to the window and peered out slightly.

It was indeed her husband’s private car arriving.

A young, beautiful female assistant got out with him, supporting him as he staggered, drunk; the intimate, effortless way she held him made it clear their relationship was far from ordinary.

Li’s mother’s face turned ashen, and she stepped away from the window.

Since Zhou Shen severed ties with the Zhou family, Bai Qing returned to S City. If not for Zhou Shen’s affairs, she had no reason to come to C City again.

Both staggered backward a few steps, clutching their wounds as they collapsed to their knees. Zaka’s light sword slipped from his grip due to his pain and fell to the ground.

Chen Yang could never tolerate half-sentences—left hanging in his heart, it tormented him, and he couldn’t help but press for the full truth.

“Someone specific will discuss this with Mr. He; when the time comes, Mr. He will give me his contact details, and I’ll have someone reach out to you—you can then draft and sign the contract directly,” Ji Han said coolly.

An’an smiled as she wiped Jia Chi’s tears, gazed deeply behind Jia Chi for several moments, then turned and walked back through the security checkpoint.

Xie Yun mumbled as she turned for home, unable to help recalling those amber phoenix eyes, the tender, lingering smile, and that night’s bone-deep intimacy—her heart felt suddenly hollow, as if something vital was missing, though she couldn’t name what.

On the dragon-carved chariot, curtains hung low—not thick, but just enough to block all sight of the interior.

Seeing the moment was right, Ling Xiao suddenly dashed into the room, seized Meng Feiyan from the bed, and hurled her straight into the Beast Ring.

But just as before, these energy bullets were reflected off the robot’s metallic surface—none inflicted any meaningful damage.

Ling Xue and I cleaned up the battlefield—the gold coins dropped by the skeleton soldiers weren’t many, barely five per corpse; the gear was pure trash, all bronze and black iron, not a single silver item among them.

When the body reaches a certain stage, one can break through to the Qi Gathering realm—Qi Gathering, as the name implies, involves absorbing and concentrating spiritual energy, harnessing it for one’s own use. The more spiritual energy absorbed and gathered, the more is transformed into one’s own spiritual power.

After carefully inspecting and confirming each of these people had exactly ten fingers—no more, no less—the pledging party relaxed.

“Is this Murong Chen’s plan?” Chu Xuan asked suddenly, having just stepped down from the Secret Angel and sealed it away.

Soon after, a refugee rushed into the Dragon Village lord’s chamber—his face was wounded, and several cuts on his body bled openly.

As black energy surged forth, it coalesced behind the man into a shadowy humanoid form, wrapped in rolling black smoke that obscured his face; only two blood-red glares remained visible, like a demon from the deepest pits of hell, sending chills down the spine.

“Feng, are you alright?” Hua Feng received a comforting call from Lin Xinyu while en route.

Zhou Tanlang’s name was derived from Tian Shu, the Greedy Wolf Star of the Big Dipper; when Xiao Yueye uttered this name, his heart stirred to life.

“What happened to Xiao Bing?” Chu Xuan asked, his expression blank, voice as cold as ever—making one wonder if Chu Xuan had truly regained his emotions.

Not a single soldier in Kuaiji City dared suggest breaking out. They were terrified. Many even wished someone would lead them in surrender.

The differences between Li’s Secret Realm and the realms of Yi and Ren lie not only in the realms themselves, but in their rules.

Long Luo said: “I’ve met the Soul Holy Ancestor, the Ice Holy Ancestor, the Fire Source Holy Ancestor, the Thunder Holy Ancestor, and the Wood Spirit Holy Ancestor—if you count the Outer Realm Holy Ancestor, the Mist Demon Holy Ancestor, there are only six. The cultivation world still has five more—who are you, and which Holy Ancestor are you?”