Chapter 37: Journey to Canglang

The troops continued their arduous advance. Due to the muddy terrain, many of the White-Armored Soldiers had shed their heavy armor, loading it onto the backs of their horses. They had been trekking through this wilderness for over ten days, and ahead of them still lay an endless expanse of wasteland.

Aimo made a decision instantly. He began to chant a spell, and intense fire elements immediately gathered around him. In almost an instant, the temperature within the temple rose significantly, as if the stifling heat of midsummer had descended.

Zhu Youjian was deeply shocked by this. After emerging from the crater of Mount Fuji, he had rushed to the southern tip of the South American continent to gather information from the surviving team members who had hurried there.

Even after she had delivered such harsh threats, Ye Zixun remained all smiles and completely unmoved, causing Yilin’s expression to change.

The sound of door hinges grinding against coarse grit rang out, followed by a series of clicks. Gradually, the lock was easily opened.

"Wushuang!" Bai Mo suddenly called out, ignoring Fengjian Haitang’s theatrical change of expression.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are disgusting? So disgusting that it makes people want to kill you!" Ye Xiaowan was indeed genuinely repulsed.

As long as Xia Qi remained alive, Jin Yan had the strength to keep holding on. If anything were to happen to Xia Qi, Jin Yan would likely tip from his current state of near-collapse into a true, total breakdown.

Who could believe that after the fall of Xiamen, this soft-hearted emperor had ordered the execution of nearly a thousand pirates in the city, leaving not a single one alive? Fang Yizao was so terrified that his face turned deathly pale.

Seeing that the third level of swordsmanship performed by the Grand High Priest was indeed identical to the sword manual, he finally set his mind at ease. However, he also observed from his nephew’s technique that the power of the third level was greater than his own, and a hint of jealousy inevitably stirred in his heart.

Yuan Chonghuan waited for a long time, but seeing that Liu Yunwei remained silent, he looked up. He found Liu Yunwei staring at him expressionlessly, his eyes filled with such fury that Yuan Chonghuan was immediately startled.

Without sparing another glance at Xu Moshen, she hurriedly took out her phone to mask her embarrassment.

Zhuang Tao walked over to the large switchblade, crouched down to pick it up, and flicked open the sharp blade. He paused for two seconds, stood up slowly, and walked toward Roger.

The math teacher heard this and felt that Song Bao’er’s logic was sound, then turned a suspicious gaze toward Xiao Baozhu, looking her up and down.

The Grand High Priest immediately recalled the old groom. He was not only responsible for feeding the horses but also handled various odd jobs, including delivering meals to the five elders in the Secret Palace. Furthermore, others in the Demon Heaven Fortress frequently ordered him around to do this or that.

Xu Moshen gripped the papers tightly. He knew; he had always known. He simply hadn't wanted to admit it. He only wanted to be with her—that was all.

On the street, two youths under the age of twenty were laughing and chatting excitedly, their eyes darting around as if they couldn't see enough of the world. Behind them followed ten burly men, each carrying broadswords, iron rulers, or similar weapons, acting like the bodyguards of the two youths.

Li Zhi had paid a heavy price to assist Xue Rengui this time. Even he was reluctant to use such rare metals, but to ensure that the future Tang Dynasty would possess an invincible god of war, he felt no heartache at all.

Teacher Chen kept urging her to get married, but she was the one who would have to live her life after the marriage. If she married poorly and lived an unhappy life, who would be there to care for her?

"Governor Yang has passed away from a severe illness. I have his final memorial here," Cao Huachun said as he presented a document.

This was the room where the Holy Venerable resided. The furnishings remained unchanged, exactly as they were when the Holy Venerable had left.

Emperor Chongde took the memorial and began to read it as he walked. At first, he assumed it was just Zhang Bingzhong once again fleecing the gentry, but as he read on, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Jiang Pang just wanted to curse. Why had things turned out this way? He felt he had changed; he was no longer the handsome, confident, and dashing fatty he once was.

Watching Li Chaoyun and Li Zhi enter the restaurant, Master Ma dared not act rashly. He wanted to see how Li Chaoyun would handle this matter today.

However, the stone door, while still made of stone, had changed significantly in material and color from before.

Because of this intelligence leak, the Huaxia nation had remained in self-imposed isolation for an entire year. Senior leaders lost all face, and countless civilians suffered, many even becoming homeless.

As time passed, the countless immortal swords manifested by Tian Yi silently vanished. Zhang Jinfei secretly breathed a sigh of relief; if she couldn't even deal with Wu Yan’s disciple, the idea of ever catching up to him would be nothing more than a fantasy.

The 150,000 troops who had rushed to the Prince’s Mansion in three days and three nights, just as A-Zhen had expected, were unable to take another step once they saw the abundant grain and livestock.

A row of heavy machine-gun bullets flew by, and several soldiers beside Okamura fell immediately. The wounds were massive, beyond saving; some died on the spot, while others survived for less than a minute before succumbing to blood loss.

"Grand Princess..." Seeing that the grand-aunt was dashing toward the Sheep Stockade with no cover and such blatant disregard for danger, the five men who had just sheathed their Decapitation Bones swords were horrified. Without even catching their breath, they stepped on the wind and flew into the air to give chase.

Meanwhile, Thales, sitting diagonally opposite, pursed his lips and slurped his tea with a loud, uncouth sound, acting as if no one else was around.

In truth, time is like a gust of wind, roaring past; what it leaves behind may be a faint warmth, or perhaps a desolate, chilling gale. Back then, the stories carried by the wind would gently repeat in one’s ears, telling me that the sorrows of the past should not be held onto, but rather let go, so that one may open their arms to embrace the future.

"More cultivators from the Great Universe have arrived." Seeing this, some people released their divine sense to observe.

Damn it! A-Zhen gazed blankly at this world-toppling beauty, secretly thankful that she was unharmed. If she had truly died, he knew that with such obsessive madness, he would have surely turned into a vengeful spirit and dragged himself into the grave to be buried alongside her.

Of course, anyone familiar with ancient Chinese history knows that the history of human development is remarkably long.

He quietly lagged behind, secretly dropping to the dust. He truly discovered a purple-colored stone shimmering beneath a purple pagoda tree. Filled with both shock and delight, he saw no one was around, picked it up, and clutched it to his chest. Without time to admire it carefully, he hurried forward to catch up with his Senior Sister and the others.