Chapter 273: The Copy of Hope, the Smile Refuge

Wang Yue felt the bed he slept on was dirty; he preferred cleanliness, so he had them all clean every corner thoroughly, and they obeyed obediently.

Mao Leyan looked at him with a hint of pity, watching his current depressed and sorrowful state, and warned herself to stay away from love to avoid getting hurt.

His face was ordinary, his build average, his features well-proportioned but unremarkable, his brows lacking distinctive lines, his eyes, nose, and lips seemingly haphazardly assembled, possessing no striking beauty or special aura.

Xue Feng and the e-sports club president exchanged a glance, each seeing admiration in the other’s eyes.

At this moment, Shen Mengyao sat quietly on her bed, moonlight bathing her like a golden halo; she wore a plain white dress that fluttered gently in the breeze, as if a fairy had descended; her long hair flowed like a waterfall, smooth and draped over her shoulders, swaying softly with her movements.

Is the Prince and Princess going out again? Outside the door, several maids responded and went to prepare the necessary arrangements for He Lan Yao and Long Shao Yan’s departure.

Even though Wang Yuetian had personally experienced spatial transit, he still found it hard to imagine a stable dimensional space of such vast scale could exist; after all, in his previous understanding, spatial transit required only a one-time energy burst, while a dimensional space needed sustained energy to maintain spatial stability.

Earlier, when I called them, they were too busy to pay attention to me—probably worried they wouldn’t be able to deliver the surprise on time?

“No need for formalities, everyone, sit.” The Emperor’s gaze swept over her face, no longer as intimate as in the cave, now distant; this was exactly what Mao Leyan had anticipated, yet for some reason, the coldness between them made her feel uneasy.

Merely brushed by the residual force of a sword aura, the disciples of the Purple Forbidden Heaven Sword Sect involuntarily shivered several times, and some with weaker wills even broke out in cold sweat.

But as soon as the prison guard closed the door and left, the burly man suddenly punched Yu Tao in the abdomen.

The leader snatched the silver without ceremony and snapped, “Ugh! It’s always you monks who are the most troublesome—why don’t you just stay in your temple and mind your business? Seeing you gives me a headache! Get out, get out!” He pointed toward the city gate.

Mountains need not be tall to be famous—if immortals dwell there, they become renowned; this was absolutely true, as people came drawn by the legends of this place: the Jade Pool of the Western Queen Mother, the Jade Void Palace of Kunlun, the Kunlun Divine Spring—all drew countless pilgrims and believers.

“This… is a malevolent spirit. Among the ghost race, malevolent spirits are the weakest—easy to deal with.” After sensing the surrounding aura, Bai Ze spoke slowly.

Not far away, the Sand Fox and the Soul Devourer were locked in fierce combat, yellow and crimson energies intertwining, the surrounding energy storm growing even more chaotic; for the moment, the Soul Devourer was holding its own against the pseudo-god-level Sand Fox.

Among the demon army, only a few demons possessed great-power-level strength; facing a sky full of great-power-level monstrous beasts, they were utterly crushed.

“This…” He Xi stopped and carefully examined the barrier that resembled water.

In the scorching desert of the Western Desert, where rain never fell, the sky suddenly darkened, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the clouds heavy and oppressive, filling hearts with unbearable gloom.

At these words, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei halted their steps; Huang Zhong and Ma Chao, who had just arrived, also tensed subtly; aside from Ma Chao, who had trained the “Cotton Sweet Fist” and was more resilient, the other four would be injured if ambushed under these circumstances.

“As long as Mi Ya appears before the townspeople, Mi Bendda will have no reason to attack us. Combined with the deterrent power of Lin Xuan and his group, I’m sure Mi Bendda won’t risk it again!” Lei Zhen smiled.

Indeed, another golden ray seemed to come from the horizon, forming a massive palm print that crashed down with a thunderous boom onto Ding Hao’s carriage.

At age seven, Jiufang Ming participated in the spiritual vein awakening with his peers, but only he failed to awaken Huan Chen.

Zhou Qi returned to Wu Yi’s side; everyone else had left, and only Wu Yi lay pale and silent.

Hu Xiong recalled the innocent, pure smile of Zi Yanran, and still could not believe such a girl would betray him so cruelly.

The Shen family paper workshop must be rebuilt before paper fully replaces bamboo slips.

As soon as the words were spoken, Lin Manrong immediately sensed something amiss and instinctively glanced at Shi Yao.

It seems another formidable rival has emerged; the hidden old villain can no longer hold back, Jiufang Ming thought to himself, preparing to respond to the crisis that could arrive at any moment.

Wu Yi shot Li Bo a disdainful look and ignored him, walking away directly. Li Bo’s words came from the heart—he was determined on one thing: the Fifth Prince must leave with achievements, and the people of Huizhou must remain in Huizhou.

The two summoned surrounding elements to form massive ice pillars, thrusting them upward toward the mountain peak.

Ye Jin glanced at him coolly, shoved back his chair, turned with a graceful motion, and walked out of the VIP room.

Regrettably, there was not a single photo of his parents together; Ye Qing decided to take all these photos back and preserve them in Ye Family Village, his ancestral home; though he had a house elsewhere, the ancestral house in Ye Family Village was the only place that truly felt like home to him.

With the two photos in hand and the account he’d heard, the netizen excitedly posted the photos and content onto the forum.

Gu Fengmian suddenly remembered that Bai Lian had been gone since yesterday, and that he had burned her corpse to ashes and scattered them into the great river; though he had acted without hesitation then, now he felt uncertain—wondering whether he had done right or wrong.