Chapter 56: A Desperate Gamble

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Our Zhang family does not need any investment. I am specifically here to cheer you on, Zhang Shaojie replied with a flattering expression.

Wielding two sword wheels simultaneously was indeed taxing, especially since the second sword wheel reversed his vital blood, snapping several of his meridians and reducing his combat prowess to less than sixty percent of his prime.

Before returning, he had been deeply worried that upon returning to his homeland, everything would have changed and time would have left people behind. However, standing here in his homeland now after ten years, he was overjoyed to find that his wife had not remarried, but had instead given birth to a nine-year-old child and raised him to maturity.

The moonlit night gradually grew hazy. When the morning star once again hung high in the eastern sky, Meng Qi and the contingent arrived at a mountain col. Standing atop the col, they could faintly discern a village in the distance, where wisps of smoke from cooking fires were already curling upwards.

To my surprise, there was also a text message from my head teacher. She said the English teacher had helped me ask for leave, and that she had learned about what happened yesterday and was asking about my condition. I replied to her first, saying that Wang Lin, Lu Xiu, and I needed to take a few days off.

When did you discover us? Facing the completely unharmed Meng Qi, a trace of surprise flashed briefly in Jing Wuming's eyes, though it was concealed in an instant as he asked in a calm, seemingly casual tone.

Although Shao Huijie had beaten them black and blue, they harbored no hatred toward him; instead, they felt a profound sense of gratitude.

Lu Xiu looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, Brother Hua, what on earth is your plan? Tell me about it so I can have some peace of mind.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan once again circulated the Primordial Holy Flame within his body, infusing it into the Primordial Sword to release the seal on its murderous intent.

Originally, Tu Hongchen had intended to rely on the influence of the Sword-Wielding Demon Sect to secretly assassinate Lin Yi and avenge Tusu. But upon hearing that Lin Yi was a genius from the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, he immediately lost his nerve and dared not make a move.

The strategy for the righteous and demonic factions to unite against the demon race had already been finalized, but which of the junior disciples had not lost family or friends at the hands of the demonic sect? For the two sides to truly unite was simply an impossibility.

The very first time he laid eyes on the Demon Concubine, he knew she was no mortal. Although she possessed a human physical body, her soul was a concentrated mass of the thickest death aura. As long as the slightest trace of evil thought or death aura existed within the six realms, she would endure infinitely—immortal, indestructible, and eternal.

Tong Niuer reflected that when all was said and done, this tragedy was entirely the result of his own misdeeds, which had provoked the jealousy of Du Tianheng and Fangwei, leading to the murder of his child and reducing Yin Ruoxue to such a state. Truly feeling that he had failed the mother and child, a wave of sharp pain rippled through his heart.

Could the Flame Mountains also harbor some marvelous secret? If the opportunity arises, I must definitely go and take a look! Shiquan felt that the place should be suitable for him to enhance his mastery of the Blazing Heaven Art, though it was inconvenient to go and investigate rashly at the moment.

Thank you, Abbot Grandmaster, for forgiving the sin of disturbing you! Dao Feng offered a bow and drifted down from the stage, while the crowd automatically parted to make a way for him. Those below the stage, still unaware of what had transpired, naturally broke into heated discussions.

If we keep fighting like this, how many men will we have left alive under our command? No wonder a mere hundred-meter distance requires eight thousand cultivators to guard it. Meng Qi frowned as he contemplated the grueling battle, unable to catch even a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

No matter how grand or difficult the affairs of the company might be, there had never been a time he could not resolve them, nor had there ever been any agonizing dilemmas—except for her alone. Only when matters involved her would he lose his composure,一心只想为了她 (with his sole desire being to act entirely for her sake).