Chapter 440: Between the Cliffs

Liu Liu Xiaolou's shout carried ten li, echoing through the mountains.

A head popped up from above the cliff, glanced at him, then quickly withdrew.

It was a stranger's head, utterly different from the other fourteen on their side—bald, easy to spot.

So Liu Liu Xiaolou immediately shifted more than ten zhang to the side.

No sooner had he moved than a foul-smelling sludge poured down from the cliff, drenching the spot he'd just left.

As those men surged forward, Ye Jichen's lips curled into a sneer as he looked at Li Yisheng, brimming with contempt.

Han Xue's nature was always outwardly soft but inwardly firm; once she made a decision, she never changed it, so despite her deep shame and awkwardness, she gritted her teeth and began undressing.

In Xianyang, he always avoided Wu Hao whenever possible, for Wu Hao was terrifying—he seemed to see through every thought in his mind, and he dared not come near Wu Hao, fearing he'd discover his innermost thoughts.

The scene pulled back, revealing the man's full figure—his muscular frame exposed, the only covering a Greek-style loincloth.

Ye Zhongliang did not know what Ye Hao was thinking; upon hearing his reply, he grew both anxious and furious.

Gazing at the surrounding grass, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang seemed to understand—they had been stuck at the tenth layer of Spirit Transformation for five or six years, missing only this moment of insight.

"Pleased to meet you, Brother Ye," Yuezhou Ouyang Xiaqing nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then gracefully extended her slender hand; now that they were alone, she lost some of her reserve and shyness.

It wasn't as he thought—the anomalous earth veins weren't everywhere; in fact, such veins were rare in this world, for they tended to cluster together, creating the illusion that they were abundant.

Descending the stairs to the second floor, Wang Hao rushed into the room, blocking the doorway—he heard footsteps.

Yet at that moment, Wu Muhou's always half-closed eyes suddenly flashed with sharp light; he turned his head toward the direction of Space Dog and smirked wickedly.

This region was dominated by ferocious beasts; people from both realms wandered here—some seeking treasures, others seeking to kill and plunder, and still others aiming to hunt the beasts and seize their inner cores.

In the battle at the Divine Gate, Liang Yu himself was important, but if the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance lacked sufficient strength, he would have little chance of securing a place fighting alone.

High above, Zheng Su watched the violent thunderstorm surging toward her; even though her strength was considerable, facing such raw natural power, she furrowed her brow, unable to devise a response in the moment.

Anthony held his wineglass, swirling the red liquid within, leaning against the step as he pondered Yelü Qing's words.

He glared at Han Baiyi and barked: "Ancient saying: If a ruler treats his ministers as hands and feet, they will treat him as heart and belly; if he treats them as dogs and horses, they will treat him as a stranger; if he treats them as dirt and weeds, they will treat him as an enemy."

Yet halfway through its charge, the black mist beast suddenly shrieked in terror—as if struck by something horrifying—not a threat, but a cry of unbearable fear.

After Ge Shouzi's explanation, Yang Tao finally understood: only those who entered the inner circle were truly part of the Economic Symposium; those providing peripheral services were mostly competing for external service contracts.

But she wasn't ready to break ties with the Xiao family, so her open relationship with Lin Xiao Huan still needed careful planning.

At these words, not only did Xianhu'er's smile freeze, but even Xue Yueqing, who rarely spoke, couldn't help but change expression—clearly unprepared for the Emperor Xuan's reply.

The next day, Junxi left; I didn't know where he went—I searched everywhere but couldn't find him. The empty room held only those torn, broken paintings and one letter left for me.