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Zhao Fuxin was met with a massive bucket of icy water just as his enthusiasm was peaking, spending the entire day idling away in that room. Upon returning home, he collapsed directly into Binglian's arms, completely unwilling to utter a single word.

With that, Gu Meng walked towards the bar's entrance. The waiter did not follow, knowing that hidden security personnel were stationed right outside, making it impossible for Gu Meng to run into any trouble under their watch.

However, before anyone could ascertain whether this Fifth True Ancestor actually existed, or in what manner and with what attitude they existed, no one dared to act rashly.

Taking a few steps closer to Mount Yunling, the silver radiance on his wrist grew even deeper, its light shifting and shimmering with brilliant colors.

Liyu Xin figured that Mu Zichen would never harbor any intention of harming her, so she obediently seated herself on the wooden chair, watching Mu Zichen's hands weaving back and forth in the mirror.

At this moment, Bai Sheng had no inkling of the many unexpected developments that would await them upon their arrival at the Ling family residence.

The events transpired with such startling suddenness that by the time the other nine reacted, one of their companions had already perished beneath the blade of Eudo Yuru.

Xiao Jingyu was utterly furious at the time. Even if Song Yiyi had been injured, the matter should have been reported to the Grand Empress Dowager for a decision, with treatment administered within the palace. How could an outside minister dare to act so audaciously as to take someone away?

As for the Hantian Sect, its strength was already severely depleted. Not long ago, another Void-Consummation patriarch had been surrounded and slain by his enemies, leaving the sect with merely three Void-Consummation patriarchs remaining. Upon receiving this news, the other three major sects finally made up their minds.

Yin Rongyu had no other choice. Seeing the yacht approach the dock and a scattering of cars driving up outside—unsure whether they were reporters—he had no time for further scrutiny. Dragging Tian Jiao by the hand, he hurried Li Nantian aboard the yacht with him, intending to sort things out once the vessel pulled away from the shore.

Since he would be living in this place for quite some time, exploring it thoroughly was Ye Xuan's top priority. That way, whenever a need arose, he could head straight to his destination to find it.

Astonishing family background? Go ahead and ask what kind of background the Wen family has if you strip away the constant prying of the Lu family.

Subsequently, Ye Junlang summoned Gabriel, instructing him to lead the armed fighters into the grounds of the Devil's Military Factory, halt all construction work immediately, and have all workers retreat inside the factory for shelter.

"Of course—" Lu Heng was just wondering what kind of task Meng Ziyao would assign to him. Never did he expect her to propose something that was practically effortless from his perspective. He was about to readily agree when he caught a subtle smile playing at the corners of Meng Ziyao's lips, causing him to instantly swallow back the words he had prepared.

Following that, he uttered something, and a door materialized in mid-air, shimmering with a myriad of colors in a dazzling display—a phenomenon he had never witnessed before. "Could this be because the spiritual world absorbed the void territory?" He was simultaneously astonished and delighted.

The soldiers of the third, fourth, and fifth squads launched three consecutive assaults, while the archers were deployed in full force for a complete round.

With a resounding crash, the pine tree's trunk burst apart, and a shadowy figure darted out from behind, revealing its form.

This time, his intention in bringing Ye Xuan back to the Dao Sect was twofold: first, to elevate his realm of cultivation, and second, to ensure that Ye Xuan's unique constitution could potentially serve as a crucial factor in defeating the otherworldly visitors in the future. After all, those lurking in the shadows were always the most terrifying.

"It's not really a massive deal; I just felt it wasn't worth it, and nothing was lost anyway," Tu Yuan remarked.

However, Yao Yao made the first move. Knowing how difficult it was for her to make a choice, she made the choice for him.

At that very moment, a cold-faced young man clad in black caught Lin Ying's attention.

Dai Yi nodded. Everyone was counting on this alliance chairman to get things done, and the provision of certain equipment and weapons was naturally indispensable.

That being said, the reason Dimlight turned into that twisted, rather unsightly little dagger—could it be because it felt that particular form suited it best?

A foreigner slowly piloted a flying car upward, circled the Qingquan Technology exhibition area a few times, then descended and landed at a leisurely pace. Reluctantly stepping out, he had hardly recovered his wits before he was surrounded by a forest of reporters' cameras and microphones.

Lü Meng's Eastern Wu soldiers were hardly an elite force to begin with. They could manage well enough when riding the momentum of victory, but facing an ambush by elite enemy troops made them no different from a rabble. Hearing a shout go up from the Eastern Wu ranks, they fled in panicked disarray.

According to intelligence gathered by scouts over the years, Hebei maintained two types of forces: standing armies and garrison forces. While the standing army was capable of taking the field at any moment, the garrison troops served merely as local defense forces with virtually no combat effectiveness. Given Li Yi's character, he would certainly never mobilize the garrison forces for combat.

Suddenly, one day, he caught fragments of words carried on the wind concerning corpse-demons and fire-dragons. The sounds were scattered and disjointed—appearing and fading away unpredictably—making them impossible to hear clearly. Even so, it was enough to cause him to furrow his brows.

As it happened, the Obon Festival always fell around mid-August, just two or three days after the recently concluded Summer Comiket. Thus, it was hardly surprising that Ye Yu had chosen this exact timing as the opportunity for Kirino and Ayase to reconcile.

"There's no need. I'll go find her myself." Chu Tianqun placed his teacup back onto the tea table, raised his hands in a salute to Escort Leader Lin, and then withdrew from the main hall, striding toward the garden with a complex and conflicted heart.