Volume 1, Chapter 24: An Unexplained Sense of Loss

"Weiwei, why don't you chat with them for a bit? It'll be a good way to test your English!" Huang Qian, caught up in the excitement, seemed entirely oblivious to Kang Wei's distress and continued to encourage her.

Advancing from the third to the seventh level of the Mortal Realm that day had consumed exactly 9,600 experience points, leaving over 180,000 in the pool.

Perhaps due to the darkness, crowds of people who had been invisible to Zhou Zixuan on both sides of the mountain during the day now emerged.

"Then, may I ask when I might be able to go and view the apartment?" Kang Wei asked timidly, clutching her phone with both hands.

Ximen Chuixue had nearly emptied his pockets to forge those three runic cannons. Although these four ships were not new, they could still be traded for a significant amount of silver to cover his emergency needs.

"You actually made porridge?" Kang Wei was quite surprised to see the bowl of porridge already served on the dining table.

Many cultivators had pitched tents outside the military camp. These were members of sects not qualified to enter the camp itself, waiting in hopes of scraping by on the crumbs left behind by the major powers.

Surrounded by passengers, Li Zhuang and Bai Jiawei looked at me in bewilderment, their tangerines half-peeled, neither of them clear on what had just happened.

The effect was quite impressive, however, as I caught sight of a cold-faced young man in black, a massive venomous snake coiled around his shoulders.

During the previous battle between the Zixia Fairy and Lin Yun, she had failed to estimate how long Lin Yun could maintain that state.

This was a desolate mountain range, filled with swamps and towering trees. With the interference of that divine consciousness gone, everything had returned to its original state.

But no sooner had I finished speaking than Ye You suddenly walked over to me and unfastened all the iron chains on my body. I was stunned—what was he planning? Was he letting me go?

In the end, Jian Yan succeeded in defeating Zhao Xuefeng, whose ranking in this General Alliance Tournament was fixed at ninth place.

"Since things are so wrong, are we still afraid of that good-for-nothing rich kid?" Zhou Jielan was truly puzzled. They had done this sort of thing many times before and had never encountered any issues.

Lan Ye was forced back a few steps by the terrifying pressure, his face turning slightly pale, unable to muster even a shred of resistance in his heart.

Jiang Yun did not hide anything from him, explaining the plan of other primordial powers to target him by initiating the Primordial Trials.

He Zheng followed Old Tang onto the road. Not far from them, two pairs of eyes stared suspiciously at the two vehicles, filled with confusion.

He had merely provided a refuge for the deserters of the God-Slaughtering Sect; he had neither attacked the Dark Gate nor obstructed their pursuit of the sect's members.

If Ji Kongfan or Shura had done this, Jiang Yun could have understood, but he had known Jiang Shan for less than a day. That he would act this way moved Jiang Yun to sincere gratitude and made him understand the significance of the man's name.

"Really?" Xia Shaoyu felt a weight lift from her heart, a rare, sincere smile gracing her face. But the thought of the earlier gloom caused her heart to sink once more; she had to go back and prepare thoroughly, for a tough battle awaited her in Macau.

Once the wine and dishes were ready, the welcome banquet began amidst soft music. The hall was filled with distinguished guests, wine flowed, toasts were exchanged, and laughter filled the air—it was truly lively.

Xia Shaoyu's heart sank. "I don't want to go to the United States. I'll stay here and wait for news from Silver Fox." She refused, intent on finding an opportunity to make contact with Xiang Shangtian.

She was indeed feeling quite anxious. Aside from the fact that Lin Xiao was the President's mother, she and Lin Xiao had always enjoyed a good relationship, and Lin Xiao usually looked after her, which made Chu Xun deeply worried.

"You'll be able to leave in a little while, don't worry." His speech had become somewhat hurried, as if he were truly terrified of losing her.

Qin Xue had spent a long time thinking up this excuse, feeling it was both reasonable and unlikely to arouse suspicion.

From time to time, the cries of animals drifted from afar, but Liang Yiyi paid them no mind, continuing to sleep soundly.

"Then let us unite the cultivators of the entire universe to crusade against the Heavenly Dao and bring a golden age to the Xuanxing Universe," Zhang Cai proposed.

Meng Huo's sleepiness vanished instantly. He didn't dare move, feeling extremely uncomfortable—time dragged on, but Shen Jie held his hand firmly, leaving his arm feeling numb.

She stammered twice, her cheeks flushing red, before finally calling out "Sister" in a voice as thin as a gnat's hum.

Master Lai had assumed the spirit beast would surely agree to such terms, but the Snow Lion was born with a proud spirit. Upon hearing that it would not only be enslaved but also forced to bow to another, it shook its massive head in firm refusal.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the air and dived down to snatch the items, but they were a step too late. Though they managed to grab one with their bare hand, the other fell right at Zhu Yurou's feet, and she picked it up. Seeing the treasure lost, the figure in the air paused.

Bei Ming Qiao suddenly struck out with a blade of light against a dragon-type undead. The strike killed the creature instantly. Although it was only a Marquis-ranked undead, it dissolved into points of light without even a chance to resurrect, leaving nothing behind—not even a life scale.

"But in Shen Jie's eyes, perhaps Meng Huo sees her the same way..." Han Xuan thought. Her feelings for Shen Jie were perhaps the same as Shen Jie's for Meng Huo. It was precisely because Meng Huo kept moving further away that Shen Jie felt anxious and scrambled to catch up; if she didn't pursue him, she would never be able to reach his side.

"Could it be Long Yutian, who was sealed in the Dark Lands of Xuanxing ten thousand years ago?" the City Lord asked.

At the entrance of the ecological restaurant, Li Jianping and Manager Yang of the youth hostel were already greeting the tourists who had arrived early, guiding them into the restaurant and explaining the necessary rules.

Li Jianping sat there, appearing to listen intently to the conversation between his godfather, his uncle, and his third uncle. But a closer look revealed he was clearly distracted, his eyes frequently scanning Liu Xiaoya as she bustled about.

"Damn it, this thing... you say it's good, and it really is; there's nowhere you can hide from a wine party. You say it's bad, and it's truly cursed; it's like having a rope tied around you—no matter where you hide, it drags you out!" Zhou Aiguo grumbled, yet his hand was already reaching for the pager.