Chapter 161: Touching the Future

When Yuan Xiaoying returned, Shen Siyuan was packing his belongings, preparing to depart.

"Lord of the Banner, will I remain in the banner forever, serving you?"

In one night, Yuan Xiaoying seemed to have matured greatly.

"No, you will sleep within the banner until the time is right, and then I will send you back into the cycle of rebirth," said Shen Siyuan.

"Thank you, thank you…"

Yuan Xiaoying bowed deeply to Shen Siyuan, a smile appearing on her face—

Li Mumin's ambition was not merely to rule the human world, but to unify the entire demonic world.

Yet these people's smiles were pale and stiff, devoid of any vitality, lifeless, their faces pale, their grins rigid, like corpses.

The bodyguard gently held Young Master Zhao, patting his back with a hand as large as a fan.

Since the City God had been burned to ashes, they had not seen his remains and could not confirm whether he was truly dead.

But the chance to openly tear apart the Qinghun Dao's rules without drawing condemnation may never come again.

As expected, Lan Nuo appeared behind him the next instant, but Ke Lain, having anticipated this possibility, reacted in time; facing the punch that could end the test, he used a paper doll substitute, replacing himself with the pierced paper figure.

Her feeble strength was nothing but a light drizzle to Song Chun—no threat at all.

Yet reality is this: tomorrow and misfortune—you never know which will come first.

"Overall restructuring?" To Zheng's father, these technical terms were too obscure—he listened in confusion.

But Gui Jie couldn't watch anymore; she had never liked Li Yuhua's ways, and how could she believe a prodigal would return?

In the second match of the second round, Os Huan Beast Academy sent out a tall, burly man, bulky as a bear; just by his tightly knotted, powerful muscles, one knew he was no easy opponent.

"Then I can't take it," said Shen Jiahao, thinking, this girl really thinks I'm a security guard.

The Zhen Guo Grand General's mansion held countless treasures; taking a fan hardly required deducting silver, yet though everyone felt puzzled or even resentful, none dared show it openly.

Sensing Erhei's sorrow and Weiqu, the Abyss Bone Dragon lowered its massive head and gently touched Erhei's body.

Having served Qi Heng for so long, Mo Bai knew that whenever he wore this expression, it meant the master's forbidden line had been crossed.

When she decided to marry Lin Tianyang, she had thought perhaps she would never have a man willing to cook for her in this lifetime.

A sweet, cloying voice drifted in from outside: "He's naturally afraid." Her heart jolted—how familiar that voice sounded.

"Whose opinion doesn't matter—it's a fact, isn't it?" Xiao Zhan tossed out these words, gave her a meaningful glance, then turned and entered the room.

At that moment, everyone was stunned, their hearts filled with terror greater than facing the invincible Jie Wang Gu Shen. What was happening? How could this be?

"I really can't leave—don't give me trouble," Lin Xuyue said, gestured to her, then shut the door.

As for why he chose to endure the blow directly, it was to prevent the opponent from dodging his attack while dodging himself, thereby ensuring a single fatal strike and minimizing battlefield variables.

"When my master and I passed here once, we were both awestruck. At that time, the tree bark already bore the imprint left by Third Disciple's collision."

He turned to pursue and kill the Ming cavalry that had slain Li Doulan; the fleeing Ming soldiers ahead would then turn and ambush him.

After years of research, Hou Tu had already made initial progress; over these years, she collected the corpses of Chaotic Gods and Demons to allow Qiangliang and the other Ancestral Wushen to bathe in the blood of the divine demons, helping them break through the bottleneck of fleshly chaos.