"Master, do not be afraid. Xiaoyu is right here with you."

"Jue Zhiyuan, he came back alive." Lan Xingxing repeated calmly to her mother once more.

The next second, she suddenly remembered that today was Bai Jingjing's grand wedding day. Since she should be at her wedding banquet, how could she possibly have been captured?

The two of them talked in hushed tones until late into the night. When leaving, Rong Yunhe swiped a large jar of tea from Wuxiang.

Reluctant to believe everything unfolding before his eyes, Jiang Bojin engaged in self-deception, convincing himself that this was a trap set by Jue Zhiyuan and Fan Xixi for Fan Jingyun.

"Ha, ha! You good-for-nothing, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? This lord has no idea what you're talking about! Take my fist!" Qingshan laughed wildly, raised his fist, and smashed it fiercely toward Fang Zheng's chest.

Fang Zheng walked away with a deep frown, wondering what on earth those floor tiles were that made Fang Tuo go to such extreme lengths to get his hands on them.

He first took out the broken half of the gun, and just as he was about to discard it, he suddenly paused. His eyes lit up as he carefully examined the intricate patterns densely covering the gun's body.

With just a few words, he turned the previous confrontation into an accidental misunderstanding, and then quickly grasped the core issue, returning to the central matter of compensation.

So that was it. Yu Qiushi felt a heavy weight lift from her heart. Regardless of whether Yu Qiuhua could understand or not, she explained to her in detail all the hardships and difficulties involved in running an antique shop.

Tie Xiangxue refused to believe it, shaking his head frantically. He was unwilling to believe this reality, let alone accept it. Yet, all of this had been brought about by his own doing; if he hadn't tried to save his imperial father back then, none of this would have happened. And yet, his imperial father was now facing the exact same life-and-death ordeal.

Yin Junfeng smiled and said, "Mother, I know. I will cherish Xiang'er well." With that, he smiled faintly.

Yin Junfeng's gaze shifted, and his body flashed backward with the light before rising into the air again. Guided by his thoughts, the Tender Affection Fan returned to his hand. Yin Junfeng let out a light shout, and a beam of orange light shot from the fan toward the Black Blood.

This fiendish monster let out a strange laugh, its eyes flashing with a bloody hue, and its scarlet tongue darting out as if it wanted to swallow Jiang Yi whole in a single gulp.

However, whether these were genuine tears or tears brought on by a smile, how could Bai Yi not tell the difference? Bai Yi smiled bitterly, a wave of bitterness washing over him as he felt a sudden, empty void in his chest—a hollow, uncomfortable ache. Yet, he continued to smile, his expression betraying not a trace of sorrow.

The two gazed at each other as if they were the only two people left in the world, failing to notice that Su Hao, after receiving a phone call, had a drastic change in expression yet feigned calm as he left the scene with a slightly hurried and panicked gait.

She had traversed this endless road, driven by a disbelief even within herself, and finally arrived before Wei Tao. Gently supporting him, Ouyang Baixue had no idea what to do. At that moment, her own body was weak and drained, her Dao foundation utterly depleted, leaving her with no way to heal Wei Tao's injuries, let alone the fact that she was injured herself.

A crisp, light chime sounded beside her ear, and the sword hidden in her sleeve was bounced back. There was not much disappointment in Tang Yun's eyes, as it matched her expectations entirely. She had merely wanted to verify whether the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness's words were true.

"Why didn't I say anything at the time? Didn't you see where my gaze was fixed the whole time?" Dugu Hong said, utterly speechless. He knew well that his previous actions had displeased these three old fellows. Right after having his passionate encounter with Yue Wushuang, he had hurried right over.

A hoarse voice carried a hint of provocation. The person causing a tremor throughout the entire Holy City was none other than Su Jue.

Hearing this, the three figures could not help but tremble slightly. They turned their heads and looked back at the green-robed figure with pale faces, an ominous premonition rapidly sweeping through them and chilling them to the bone. What did the Great Lord mean by those words?

The Western boundary seal had been shattered, demons and monsters roamed the world, and under the ravages of the black fog, countless people died tragically, their souls bound and denied peace in the afterlife, plunging them into an abyss of despair. Lin Yu acted to grant them release, and in return, they responded to Lin Yu, channeling the power of faith into the three thousand worlds.

Jie Hou fought a desperate battle to the death with Lin Yue, pouring all his blood-red Qi into mastering his martial arts. He successfully condensed his Slaughter Blade Intent, doubling his combat prowess. When he struck out, although he still used the Seven-Chiao Slender Bamboo Blade, its power was now entirely different.

Each place they arrived at grew more bizarre than the last, and perhaps... the perils would only escalate with every step... Could she still leave this mysterious tomb alive?

Ye Xian's heart pounded wildly, and he was filled with extreme tension. He thought to himself, "I am asking someone for a favor this time, how can I not be nervous?"

A wave of shock washed over Lin Yu's heart, though it was quickly overshadowed by excitement. Compelling himself to calm down, he desperately tried to part the mist to see more. Where there was an arena, there would be spectator stands; where there were spectator stands, there would be spectators. Would there be anyone among the spectators whom he recognized?

However, the Voodoo Chicken was extremely ferocious. Even in this state, it continuously leaped and attacked with flying kicks, each kick faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder. The God of War neither dodged nor retreated, meeting leg with leg. At first, there were only dull thudding sounds, but after a few clashes, a muffled, cracking sound of breaking bones rang out.

The nine lotus petals instantly split into two, transforming into eighteen short swords that shot straight toward Liu'er opposite. On the other side, the Blood Lotus Boy unleashed his second move, releasing all the tens of thousands of resentful souls he had absorbed into his body, gathering all their mournful grief into his palms to attack Liu'er.