Chapter 37: What Is It You Can't Let Your Husband See?

Though the fine silver threads were only a third the thickness of a human hair, under Liu Ye’s control, they became both razor-sharp and remarkably supple. With a snap of Liu Ye’s fingers, the threads outside seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand; as they tightened, the sharp silver wire sliced through everything it touched.

In this world of pure white, save for a single vortex, there stood a ruined room. Its four walls and roof had long since decayed, leaving only jagged remnants behind. Liu Ye walked over, puzzled as to why such a dilapidated structure would exist here.

Seeing that An Ruyi still held her head high, showing no intention of backing down, Fu Lixing simply reached out and pulled her toward him, causing her to crash into his chest.

Zuo Qiumei, once the confidante of Jiang Lan, had been reduced to cannon fodder in the clash between the Holy Emperor’s forces and the rogue cultivators. Jiang Lan had watched helplessly as his beloved perished, leaving him utterly heartbroken and disillusioned.

He stared blankly at his surroundings. Before he could even ask the system about his current situation, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Excellent! I have long desired to enter the Golden Domain, but I was thwarted by a lack of access to the Zhou family’s golden channels."

Qingfeng looked at Gu Kun with a strange expression before placing a white jade box, carved with mysterious patterns, in front of him.

Old Qin suddenly felt a pang of reluctance. He found it laughable once the thought escaped his lips; in his past life as a chef, he had killed hundreds, if not thousands, of fish—why was he suddenly growing soft-hearted now?

An Ruyi clapped her hands, intending to offer a few words of comfort to Alan and the shop assistants, but she was interrupted by a cold, sharp scoff from behind.

The lieutenant was left speechless. Stilwell had once been a special advisor to Chiang Kai-shek, and Roosevelt had served as the legal advisor to the On Leong Tong in his youth—an organization founded by Situ Meitang.

I turned my head to see Zheng Mengmeng gazing at the sky outside the car window. Following her line of sight, I looked out as well, only to be startled by what I saw.

Furthermore, beyond this great formation, what was even more chilling was the presence of several statues surrounding the massive tree—figures of divine beasts like dragons and phoenixes.

Gu Yuzhou spoke, a look of fanaticism appearing on his face, his demeanor betraying great excitement.

Yin Feng steadied himself, stumbling slightly. He watched the two figures receding into the distance, his eyes filled with contemplation.

In the distance, Yin Feng also kept watch. When Yin Chong mentioned his father, Yin Shang, he felt a flicker of emotion. If given enough time to grow, individuals like Yin Shengnan and Yin Jun could indeed reach the heights attained by the previous patriarch and his own father.

Guang Yichen raised an eyebrow slightly before rising from his seat. A stir began to ripple through the classroom, yet he walked toward the door with an air of complete nonchalance.

Tang Feng looked utterly exhausted. Dried scabs of blood clung to his arms, and his short hair was matted into stiff, dark clumps against his forehead. He looked wretched from head to toe.

In that moment, my mind was a chaotic mess. My entire worldview felt upended, and I even lost the ability to think.

Seeing the shy, bashful expression on Ge Luoli’s face, I felt too embarrassed to linger any longer and hurried out of the archives in a panic.

The Immortal Mansion had appeared only once, half a year ago, never to be seen again. Even so, it had drawn countless cultivators to explore, ultimately forcing the mortals who hoped to find a shred of destiny there to retreat.

He thought of his own words: "If there is an afterlife, do not be a fool for love." But in this world, who can truly fathom the meaning of love?

Yang You raised his hand calmly, preparing to execute the Piercing Heaven Finger. Suddenly, his eyebrows arched as an epiphany regarding the technique struck him like a flash of divine inspiration.

Yang You realized the truth in an instant. It was clear he had offended his instructor somehow, and now he was being targeted.

Pills were categorized into nine grades. The Body Tempering Pill was merely a second-grade pill, and the Toxin Dissolving Pill was only first-grade. Yet, because scarcity increases value, these items had become incredibly rare in this era.

The night breeze blew gently, carrying a trace of chill. Tianci straightened his collar; now was not the time to overthink things. However, given his progress over the years, he felt reasonably confident in his ability to handle someone who appeared to be so young.

Lin Yun took out a vast quantity of Star Origin Pills, piled them atop the stone pillar, and sat down in the lotus position.

Yang Weinan stared in confusion at the faucet he had accidentally broken off. The cold water drenching him did nothing to calm him down; instead, it only deepened his panic.

Lin Jingyi smiled. The shady dealings of this "Skinny Monkey" and "Three-Dog" had squeezed out all their competitors—it was no surprise that someone had come looking for them. Judging by the look on Three-Dog’s face, it seemed he had been dragged there by the owners of those pharmacies.

The massive spirit beast was a Four-Horned Thick-Skinned Elephant. Its defense and attack power were formidable, though its speed was lacking. The group used it as a meat shield to deflect attacks. To ensure the elephant wasn't killed prematurely by its own kind, Xie Tong even cast a "Rain of Holy Light" to provide slow healing.

"Keep watch!" Long Yang instructed Gouwa before quickly retreating. His movements were soundless, like the night breeze, blowing in invisibly and vanishing without a trace.

Their cultivation and resources were far superior to the experts of the Central Plains; each of these hundred men was equipped with a divine weapon.

Beneath the golden light, a transparent glow suddenly emerged. It possessed a glass-like texture, forming a protective dome that enveloped the entire courtyard. The golden light that had soared into the sky now clung to this transparent barrier, flowing continuously across its surface.