You were destined to be a beauty, yet fate has led you astray.

Shi Gang burst into wild laughter, his furious voice shattering the clouds above, sending everyone below retreating in fear, their hearts pounding with dread. The green mist was laced with deadly poison; wherever it touched, the grass and trees withered rapidly, turning into blackened husks.

"Professor Qin, since that's the case, let's keep moving forward," the students began to clamor. Jiang Feng nodded, "Let's not talk about that for now—we have to deal with him first," he said, pointing at Qian Qing, who lay on the ground, convulsing and numb.

Li Xiuyuan's sudden outburst had truly startled the soldiers in the tent, who marveled at his explosive speed. He was born to walk in the shadows—a natural assassin. Had any of them faced such a sudden sword strike, their fate would have been sealed.

"Did you find the person I asked you to find?" Jiang Feng suddenly asked. From the shadows in the corner appeared Leng Zheyu, his voice cold, "We found him. He's at Tianzang Peak. There really is a Valley of Rebirth there."

The figure drew closer, blocking the light behind and casting everything into deepening shadow. The outline of that person grew clearer, and Li Xingyun felt a profound sense of reunion swell in his heart.

"No matter who you are, without the general's orders, no one is allowed inside," the middle-aged man replied with utter indifference.

He offered only a few sips of water, and his fingers moved skillfully over several acupoints on the other's body, swiftly bringing him back to consciousness.

For reasons she couldn't explain, when she met Ye Xiu's gaze, her heart suddenly trembled, her pulse quickening.

Lin Sheng remained calm and detached, approaching everything with equanimity. At such critical moments, he knew he had to keep a cool head—any carelessness would ruin everything, leaving him with nothing but regret.

When Dai Yuechan had thrown him into the spatial rift, he had been gravely injured but did not lose consciousness. He retained a sliver of awareness, and at the very instant he fell into the rift, he used the last of his strength to don the Yunlin Armor.

"Could it be something important?" General Yan, seeing the city lord's expression, couldn't help but ask, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

At the same time, a hundred guards were dispatched to surround Liu Ye's residence. Mozha produced the "evidence" he had long prepared and presided over the proceedings, escorting Liu Ye to face trial. With both testimony and material evidence, not even Lady Zuo or the old Wise King could save her.

With a muffled sound, the Heart of the Ocean finally fused with the trident, sending waves of pressure radiating outward—so much so that even Lin Sheng felt the force.

When the last Black Eagle warrior fell from the cliff, Skirachi had no choice but to retreat in disappointment.

Road workers watched the convoy with curiosity and reverence, their eyes following the heavily guarded vehicles. They had no idea who was inside, but the strict security left no doubt about the passengers’ importance.

The clerk then recounted every rumor he'd heard to Xihuazi, occasionally adding his own, not-so-clever opinions, leaving Xihuazi more bewildered than before.

Even if Luo Sihan had come riding Icecloud, she couldn’t have fired two arrows into this place. Besides, everyone saw Icecloud sink into the swamp and Luo Sihan swallowed by the serpent—survival was impossible.

As much as he hated to part, the great tiger was unwilling to follow him, and he could only sigh at his fate—there was no use forcing what was not meant to be.

"You've come to the Star Profound Sect, so you must know something about us. While we've produced many remarkable cultivators, the most renowned is the Profound Master," Elder Yu said, his excitement evident.

In the car, Zheng Hao called Jiang Yuhan, telling him he wouldn't be joining them for dinner after all.

"Renkou, Bing'er didn't act out of caprice this time. She went out to help me find a snow lotus that could heal my injuries. See, this is the seven-leaf snow lotus she brought back. Don't scold her anymore," the old man on the bed said gently.

"Senior Xue, now that your wounds are healed and I'm in good health as well, I plan to leave tomorrow," Feng Bufan told Xue Wanli, the head of the Xue family, as was proper before departing.

Ouyang Changsong also took out a double-layered pentagonal pill furnace from his storage—it wasn't as fine as Liu Xian's, but it was the best his wandering life as an alchemist afforded him.

He shone his phone's flashlight around, searching for anything to spread on the ground, but it was a vain hope.

Chu Nian strolled leisurely down the street, puzzled by his longing for Pei Youyou. Only after meeting Liu Pei did he understand—Pei Youyou held an irreplaceable place in his heart.

"Brother Man, it's all my fault this time. Because of me, the Man family lost so many elites," Nishang said guiltily, seeing the warriors lying on the ground, their faces pale and breathing weak.

In the distance, the celestial demon transformed into a stream of light, returning to his body, as he swallowed large quantities of pills without hesitation.

Recording videos in-game was perfectly normal, and often necessary for reviewing past events. Of course, certain special areas in the Reincarnation World strictly prohibited recording, maintaining their air of mystery for the players.

Only after the icy blue core in his dantian had burned out, with the Netherworld Fire still raging, did Xuan Wudao finally use the energy of the lunar essence as a bridge, drawing all the Netherworld Fire into his body. Only then did he cease to resemble a frozen statue and slowly return to normal.

Generally, ghosts who died at the same place and time tend to act together—like the group of children who came here.

In the Half-Moon Manor, osmanthus blossoms filled the air with their fragrance, evoking memories of carefree childhood days.

Xing Luocheng glanced at her but said nothing. Such simple matters—how could he not see through them?

Duanmu Yun entered and saw Shangguan Zhu, who had painstakingly disguised herself. Blood stained her cuffs, her hair was disheveled, her face dirty and haggard—an appearance that stirred pity in any onlooker.

As for Shen and Lan Yale, their strength was a given, but at least Long Tiankong could discern some clues. But that Lan Motian… to face him in battle was another matter. Long Tiankong doubted he could even withstand the uncanny opening move if they ever clashed.