Chapter 104: Opening the Future by Honoring the Past, A New Dawn Awakens!

Dao Hongying played hard to get, but after a brief, coy resistance, her flushed face blossomed with desire. Her fragrant tongue slipped into Li Yi’s mouth, dancing and exploring, while her slim, smooth arms wrapped around his back, her burning body shifting restlessly beneath him.

It paused abruptly, looking dazed and bewildered for a moment before playfully rubbing against Lin Shixian. Finally, it rested its head in a comfortable spot, stretched out its limbs, and drifted off to sleep with a soft snore.

Wan Ru listened in silence, while Feng Xinyan set to work with practiced efficiency. In no time, she had cleaned Li Yi’s wound, applied an unknown medicinal powder, and bandaged it up.

After three kowtows, Zhang Sanfeng severed all ties with the Shaolin Temple, reclaiming his identity as a grandmaster of his generation.

When Xue Mingcan finished tidying up and looked up at his teacher, he saw a face filled with affectionate, benevolent smiles.

The crowd looked over and recognized her as Fang Miao’er’s master, the Second Elder of the orthodox Xuan Sect.

“Shang’er,” the Grand Princess said, her heart aching as she looked at Yun Shang’s sorrowful expression. “Mother, I hope that one day I can become the pillar of the Duke’s estate, and your pillar, rather than always having to rely on you,” Yun Shang said with a smile. A determined light shone in her eyes, illuminating her somewhat pale face.

He was truly incensed. The combination of recalling the plot he had witnessed earlier and the frustration of being temporarily trapped in this plane made his anger impossible to suppress.

By the time they reached the entrance of B University, the area was crowded with vehicles, as it was the first day of enrollment, and students were coming and going in a constant stream.

Right! The system seemed to have said something just after he killed the four zombies! But he hadn’t been paying attention.

The aircraft had already begun its startup sequence. If they returned now, they would need to replenish energy, and if the delay dragged on, the mission would be declared a failure.

Seeing their companion caught by the whirlwind, the other zombies instinctively turned to flee, but the whirlwind swept through them like autumn leaves, swallowing the rest of the horde.

He smiled slightly, unfazed. A whirlwind rose around him, dispersing the stagnant internal energy. His mastery over wind, honed through the Phoenix Dance Hammer and the Seven-Spin Needle technique, combined with his enlightenment of the Laws of Wind, had reached a state of divine perfection.

Xie Yaohua did not mind at all. He took a deep breath and slid the ring onto the ring finger of Linlang’s other hand.

The commotion was significant, and Mother Lu was awakened from her nap. Naturally, Lu Mushen received another reprimand.

At this moment, Lu Huai was terrifying; an icy aura radiated from him, making the very air seem to congeal. Those around him lowered their heads even further, fearing they might provoke his wrath.

The emperor, dressed in refined everyday robes, stepped out from behind the curtain. His temples were sharp as if carved by a knife, his features clear and stern. His tone held a veneer of concern and respect for his elder—no one would have guessed that just moments before, he had been threatening his teacher with such madness.

“The Princess knows what she has done; why bother asking when you already know?” Baozi sneered, baring his teeth at the mistress and her servant.

Once the shooting schedule was set, there would be no major adjustments barring any accidents. With several scenes to shoot each day, specific start times, and set requirements, time waited for no one. If the schedule called for certain scenes today, they had to be finished before they could call it a day, regardless of any “acts of God.”

Hearing her speak, I found her somewhat affected, so I said nothing and merely shook her hand symbolically.

She wore a blood-red wedding dress—a simple, pure red without any other ornamentation, like a red flower untouched by artifice, possessing the freshest kind of beauty.

Liu Quan was furious. “Forget them, just do it. Tonight, no matter the cost, I am going to finish off the Black Tiger Gang...” With that, he slammed the phone down.

“Do you really have no one in your heart, or perhaps someone you can talk to?” He Lang was even more anxious and unsettled.

At the dawn of chaos, all living things practiced with only one goal: to break through the chaos. But now that the chaos had been shattered, everyone felt a long period of confusion regarding their cultivation.

“Are you saying you want others to die with you?” Lei Ting’s expression was one of astonishment.

“Very well, I won't ask who is putting pressure on you. In any case, you’re fine now, and you’ve even been promoted to Deputy Bureau Chief,” I said with a smile.

Although Lin Yin and his companion spoke in hushed tones, they did not use telepathy, so Zhang Liangdi and the others heard every word clearly. Li Zhu’er sneered, “Delusional!” The sound of the carriage splintering followed, and a figure flashed toward Lin Yin like a startled swan, sword light trailing behind.

The weather at the end of August was stifling, and the cicadas were deafening. However, the woods, home to the graves of human heroes and martyrs, remained relatively cool. There were over 7,000 named graves in the park’s T-section, while those whose names were lost to history were honored by a single memorial monument.

Liu Cong was shaken awake from his dreams by his guards. “What is it?” he asked impatiently. “Why disturb my slumber so?” Beside him, Lady Cai squinted her sleep-heavy eyes at Liu Cong, who leaned down to kiss his wife.

She was the Watatsuki no Toyohime, a celestial who had grown weary of the celestial lifestyle—a being above humanity, and above the yokai.

As his thoughts drifted, it seemed as if many things had suddenly flooded Fang Yichen’s mind, but when he tried to look back, he could not recall what they were.

Zhang Tiansong naturally sensed the shift in Ren Qian’s mood and, realizing his behavior had sparked her suspicion and unease, quickly turned around. Fan Meng’s figure immediately came into view.

Yet it continued to press forward, risking its life. After a series of exquisite maneuvers through the final stretch, it leaped onto He Ming’s backpack home.

Wang Jie glanced at him and gave a light snort. He said nothing, but his body suddenly shuddered as he unleashed the cultivation he had suppressed for so long. A massive aura, no less formidable than Zhu Danmin’s, surged out like a vast ocean, billowing around him.

Before he could catch his breath, the sound of water breaking came from behind. Zhang Tiansong didn't need to look back to know it was the sea monster’s tentacles again. This time, however, the Purple Sun Sword was already in his hand. With his right hand numb, he could only wield the sword with his left, sweeping out a hundred-foot blade of light behind him.