Chapter 40: The Desert

That statement was rather peculiar, effectively placing the Blazing Fire Sect upon a roasting spit. If your Blazing Fire Sect were to find the opportunity first and our Boundless Sect claimed we did not want it, then conversely, if our Boundless Sect found it first, would your Blazing Fire Sect relinquish it? Everyone present knew this was merely lofty rhetoric. If the Blazing Fire Sect obtained the opportunity, they would likely refuse to hand it over, and the Boundless Sect would surely seize it by force. Now that things had reached this point—

Upon hearing these words, the opponent’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt. In that split second of stillness, Cheng Xinyan immediately sensed a surge of killing intent; she realized she had successfully provoked the other party. It was only Zhao He’s own arrogance to blame; he believed himself invincible simply because he had mastered the peerless art of "Shadow Evasion."

"Everyone, hold on. It seems their people have arrived, and they’ve come to settle the score again," Stormy Horizon snorted. He now regretted letting them off so easily just moments ago; it just went to show that being a good person never pays off.

A fragrant bowl of fish porridge was served. Xiao Xiang accepted it with a smile but did not touch it, whereas Bian Ji, sitting beside her, ate with great relish, never once lifting his head.

Duan Qingyuan swallowed with great effort, reaching out as if to cradle the Blood Soul Crystal for a closer look, but under the warning of Zheng Qingxia’s icy glare, he had to begrudgingly abandon the thought. However, his eyes never left the blood-red crystal, and he continued to murmur his praise.

In the blink of an eye, he lost focus, and when he looked again, he saw the colorful light streaking rapidly toward Cheng Xinyan. His face went pale, and his eyes sank into a bottomless abyss of darkness.

Hmm... I have been unconscious for so long. I must have been sustained by ginseng soup these past few days; no wonder I feel so weak—I am starving.

In this era, reputation is held in high regard, and history is deeply respected; people fear leaving behind an infamous name in the annals of time.

Sunlight streamed in. Xia Youyi rose, and upon going downstairs, she found that everything had been prepared by Ouyang Luo. After eating, she went to work with him. Just as she stepped out of the car, she saw Lin Wanrong.

Just as Chen Lan and Ling Chen were about to leave, his phone rang; it was an unknown number.

Slowly, Li Yaoxue’s gaze grew hazy. Her entire body went limp, collapsing into Feng Shaoming’s arms. Her hands wound around his waist like snakes, shifting from passive to active.

Half a year ago, Old Zhu, who had introduced them, had died inexplicably. They claimed it was a sudden heart attack—a cause of death that seemed reasonable, yet felt entirely wrong. In short, Qin Yisan felt something was amiss.

After listening to Fat Tiger, Shen Muyu closed her eyes and slowly ceased the compression of her internal energy. She then began to sense the movement of the crystal core.

"Then it’s settled. We must drink and be merry later—no backing out, and no going back on our word." With that, he waved to Shen Muyu and headed toward his seat.

Outside the window, in the deep blue night sky, a bright moon hung like a silver platter, with stars twinkling like countless human eyes.

Neither the Crown Prince nor the Prince of Wei was in the hall; only the Prince of Jin, Li Zhi, knelt respectfully to the side.

Xu Yuan could not help but turn to look at the man sitting on the sofa. Him? Could he really be a demon? This was the first time Xu Yuan had doubted her own atheism.

"Waa!" Ling Feng, hearing this, felt the fire of rage surge to his heart. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his head lolling to the side as he lost consciousness once again.

Since they were from a celestial mountain, it was all the more reason to take a look; after all, there was a bond of fellowship between them.

Xiao Moyu noticed through the fabric at Bai Shufang’s waist that her clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

Seeing her arrive, Zhang Xuanchu felt a strange mix of joy and confusion. He did not understand why she was here; Yulan had been patrolling the Three Thousand Worlds for three days, so how could she have come to this northern subterranean world?

Li Hongdao conjured his Yao zither and flew to an altitude of one hundred meters, sitting cross-legged in the air with the instrument on his knees. Chu Xuanyin, not to be outdone, also flew to the same height and conjured her own Sound zither. The Sound zither was entirely black with gold trim, and a white plum blossom was painted on its front.