Chapter 39: The Second Round

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“What? It can withstand an attack from divine energy? That’s impossible—how could something so unyielding exist in this world?” Zhou Dao exclaimed in disbelief.

Chen Li gazed at Qin Yang’s broad, imposing figure, nodding vigorously, her face radiant with happiness. She clenched her fists tightly, feeling a strength she had never known before.

“You’re from the material plane, aren’t you?” Though Dai Bu’s talent for cultivation was unremarkable, he was far from a fool.

In an instant, Edmund’s barrier enveloped a hundred-mile radius. Within this circle, an immense number of wind elements surged toward him as their center! The wind energy thickened rapidly, so much so that Xiao Yu felt as though viscous liquid was coursing through his body.

“Heartbroken? Then stay here and nurse your sorrow at your leisure. I have no time for you—my mistress awaits my return. Farewell!” With these words, Qiao Hanyan shoved him aside with all her strength, sending him crashing into the handrail of the corridor, pain shooting through his body.

And so, Zhou Dao sat cross-legged until dusk before he finally emerged from his meditation. Upon waking, he sensed he had grasped something new. He decided to eat before making another attempt.

Three years later, she and he had become close friends. The warmth of his palm, steadfast and irresistible, offered gentle yet unwavering support at her side—now even heightened by the allure of delicious food.

After only a few seconds, the cooldown for the “Dragon and Phoenix Tease” taunt skill ended, so she unleashed another taunt, drawing the boss’s animosity once more.

The ten worker representatives from the First Textile Mill listened to Jiang Jihong’s eloquent and sincere words. Their previously unsettled hearts found some peace, and their gazes toward Jiang Jihong and Qin Yang grew friendlier, their manners more courteous.

At five in the afternoon, we set out as planned. An Ning’s father and Uncle Guan rode together, while Ma Tiancheng greeted me and invited me into his car. An Ning’s family’s big black dog, having suffered a beating, did not appear again.

“You—” I stared at Qingqing, so furious I was speechless. Lay disciples? What makes you so transcendent? Or perhaps both of you are reclusive masters, legendary followers of the Buddhist path?

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“Seriously? So in front of you, I have no secrets left at all?” Li Rui rolled his eyes, feeling as if he had been completely exposed.

“Damn!” Li Rui, caught off guard as he reached the door, staggered and blurted out a curse before dashing away without looking back.

Second: End the First Squad’s training early, so they can witness for themselves the results of this secretive regimen.

“When you finish, just set it aside—I’ll take care of it. Your leg’s only just stopped bleeding; put weight on it and it’ll surely reopen.” With that, Yao Qingmu carried the wooden basin outside to empty it. Had she stayed, the young man probably wouldn’t have been able to relieve himself.

“Uh, yes, that’s true…” Xiao Baizhu replied, puzzled as to why Su Haoran would bring up such a matter.

Aside from the entire imperial palace being a massive formation, each palace had its own formidable array, and all these formations supported the operation of the grand array.

Judging by eye, it wasn’t a hemangioma, and Yun Duoduo felt a little more confident. After all, this wasn’t the modern world, with its diagnostic machines.

“Then why are you here?” I asked, truly puzzled. Since Chen Muyang had something to do, I could have returned alone. Why had Wu Jinnian come?

Song Deqing and Zhang Tiankai were the first two to know Li Chen, and could be said to understand him quite well.

A hungry wolf, thinking a weak lamb was about to fall into its trap, failed to realize that the creature it mistook for a lamb was in fact a tiger in disguise, now watching with predatory eyes as the wolf naively delivered itself into its clutches.

“An old friend,” Ji Liunian replied. Knowing Shengshi was not easily deceived, he chose to say only what he could.

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“What do you take us for?” Shengshi’s voice was cold and unyielding, sending an inexplicable shiver down Ji Liunian’s spine.

Zhao Yun, older than Kongming, looked upon the latter’s sturdy frame, a few strands of white hair fluttering behind his head. A faint look of shame crossed Kongming’s face as he murmured, “Victory or defeat depends entirely on Zilong’s unmatched valor.” He heaved a heavy sigh.

The meaning behind Rain Dew’s warning was clear—she was telling him to let go at once. She had encountered men like him far too often, but never before had someone dared to lay hands on her, fully aware of her identity. Takada was truly the first.

It was precisely because Rain Dew was present that Yang Shiyun handed Ming Nan the address of the mastermind. Had Rain Dew not been there, she would never have done so, for she knew Ming Nan well—he was already on the brink of erupting, liable to act rashly.

“Wuu wuu,” Lin Xiao’s words made the giant violent salamander whimper in grievance, grumbling in protest to say it had done no such thing.

“Your Majesty, Hua Qiong reports that Consort De, wise and calm, so unsettled Chongrong that she retreated to the ‘Chongyang Palace.’” As he spoke, he stole a glance at the emperor’s expression, seeking the source of his displeasure.

Li Wusi, feeling as though he had just been pardoned, stumbled away from the guard post in a daze, having utterly failed in his attempt at petty theft.