Chapter 62: News from the Martial Arts Association

Lin Cha walked over and paused when she saw the boy holding Yin Xiaoru’s arm—wasn’t that the junior she had met in the classroom just a few days ago?

The reason behind Empress Sikong’s suspicion of Qin Jinyu’s gender began with Lin Chao’s earnest concern for her master’s marriage prospects.

You people, always putting on airs, never at peace with trees and grass—what’s the point? The tree didn’t dare fall here; there were too many people.

There were rumors that Xiao Cheng had visited Pear Garden’s Northern Villa; perhaps he was heading for Prince Wang Lang’s residence, since Prince Gong had already won favor and naturally wanted to see it through.

“Bang—” Fang Yiyi fired directly. The assistant stared ahead, blood spurting from his forehead. He glanced at Fang Yiyi, then collapsed to the ground.

With the death of her son, Granny Cai was left utterly alone. It was clear her family wasn’t well off, yet they still bought a child bride. Dou Tianzhang, in turn, owed the Cai family a debt of gratitude.

However, if you think the problem lies in Huang Mei comparing Bai Ling to their clan’s foremost fairy, you’re gravely mistaken.

She had four sons, each dearly cherished and carefully cared for, yet none survived childhood. They all died young.

Inside the old Baroque police station on Defu Road, the office walls hadn’t been repainted for years.

Yet, upon seeing Lin Cha, the smile on his face seemed to freeze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, nodding warmly to her.

He was a young man with a hooked nose and crimson eyes full of menace. His brows were furrowed, exuding an intense murderous aura—a man you could tell at a glance was ruthless.

“Why can’t we do this?” Yuko suddenly realized that something Huang Jie had casually said gave her a brilliant idea.

Mo Yi looked down to find the latest concealed micro eavesdropping device, his expression changing. Did every room here have a similar bug?

All sorts of monsters and spirits roamed deep within the Wild Mountain, waiting for someone foolish enough to walk in and court death.

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Next was the divine shard imbued with the laws of space and time. This shard was not like the first; within it flowed pure spatial laws, intricate and profound, powerful beyond description.

Wait—didn’t he just angrily claim he was simply hungry and wanted dinner? Why was it now his own birthday banquet? What was going on?

Such diva behavior, Zu Yaoshi grumbled inwardly. After waiting a while and growing bored, he listened in on the conversations of martial artists nearby.

Yi Yao was torn—one part of her mind lingering on her eldest brother Taowu, another replaying the moment she stabbed that man. Why did two faces suddenly appear in her mind? Who was right, who was wrong, who was real, who was false? Who were these imposing soldiers before her? Where did they come from? Why were they here?

He had just changed into his training clothes when his phone rang again, this time with an incoming call.

“Because after soaking, your skin becomes extremely sensitive. For your future’s sake, you should wear this,” explained Old Sun.

Bai Han lay in a pool of blood, his hand still grasping, the golden light fading from his palm.

Unexpectedly, a gentle breeze blew, knocking the fruit to earth, where it transformed into a beautiful maiden known as the Fairy of the Mallet.

Running back and forth to drive away the death worms left her body covered in fragrant sweat, emitting a unique scent.

The great hall was even colder—cold enough to clear one’s head. The autumn wind swept through, and the ancient, unadorned hall seemed a little lonely amidst its solemn grandeur.

As Luo Xingchen spoke, the four stone monuments simultaneously erupted in dazzling light, radiating in all directions.

Xiao Chen frowned; he’d noticed this man before—first for his cultivation as a two-star martial soldier, second because he recognized the uniform: palace guard attire.

According to protocol, Futing Hua needed a local industry expert to assist her. Newly appointed as police superintendent, she had no connections, so she turned to Shi Tian.

He shook his head, dispelling the thought. He was sentimental, easily recalling the joys of the past.

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Anji, who had held back until now, finally couldn’t stand it anymore. Like an octopus, she rushed over and threw her arms around Wei Lai’s leg, sobbing uncontrollably.

With a wave of his robe, an ancient and mysterious formation disk spun out from his wide sleeve, twirling through the air.

He gently laid Mo Qianxia on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and kept watch—just as he had in the hospital years ago, quietly, endlessly guarding her.

Xin Lu was locked in aerial combat with Long Quan and his group, unable to break free. Seeing the ground forces’ defeat, he’d already lost the will to fight.

At night, when all was silent, Zhang Fan meditated. Yet unexpectedly, he heard voices from the next room. It wasn’t intentional eavesdropping—during meditation, any sound within a hundred yards entered his ears.

At this moment, the Second Fate didn’t intervene; he too wanted to witness the true strength of the astrological elders and swordmasters—to see who was truly more powerful.

The young man watching television swept his gaze over the now-normal phone and was startled.

Tang Ze looked down and found himself on a step on the edge of the circular plaza, perched on the rocky rim.

He looked like a promising young CEO, but really, he was just propped up by the powerless employees below him. Without us at the grassroots, does he really think he’s so important?

This remark completely ignited Lin Moxhan’s fury. His handsome, cold face became as dark as a demon; bloodshot eyes glared, and the surrounding chill suddenly, miraculously disappeared. Lin Moxhan smiled—a smile warmer than the cold one he’d shown before.

Across the Taimo Highlands, beyond dozens of peaks and the black wasteland, at the edge of the Dark Forest, a group of professionals gathered before a blue magical shrine. The burning blue light shifted into the form of a heroic mage. Pale blue eyes quietly watched the professionals before him.

At that moment, the Vein family patrol was rapidly assembling at the guest house. A patrolling servant had just passed by; the two explosions and the sudden flash of white light from the house startled them. The patrol leader left men behind and hurried to report to the clan chief, Dino.

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