Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Dog That Tore Her to Shreds

Bai Wei’s words were clearly meant only to comfort Xiaoxiao, yet as she spoke, her expression was even gloomier and more wretched than Xiaoxiao’s. It was clear that she, too, had long since despaired and was at her wit's end.

Before he could fall again, I hurriedly wrapped my arms around Yang Si’s waist, spun around, and shoved him hard toward the edge of the formation, pushing him out first.

It turned out that the Heavenly Prefecture Daoist of Chengtian Prefecture was also a Qi practitioner, though no one in the cultivation world knew this. Having destroyed the Immortal Palace and roamed the world for many years, Cui Fudao must have used his demonic energy to suppress his Qi.

Lan Jing sighed as she spoke, stealing a glance at his expression. As expected, his face had flushed bright red with rage. His fists were clenched so tightly they creaked, and Lan Jing’s own hands ached just hearing it.

He hadn’t expected to see Jiang Ruoran here. Just as he was wondering whether to go over and greet her, a flashy Porsche sports car pulled up right in front of her.

In their second life, at the most critical moment of life and death, they had chosen to abandon him—a useless waste who could not cultivate and was nothing but a burden.

"Help with what?" Ni Lehui asked, not even knowing herself what there was to help with.

That day was also the first of the month. The sun was unusually bright, and as they waited outside the hall, their hearts were pounding with anxiety.

Long Biao himself, however, was kicked hard in the back of the knee by Lan Ke and fell flat on his face, looking utterly disheveled.

The young man picked up the black stone and examined it carefully. After a full fifteen minutes, he frowned and looked at the dark-faced youth, clearly having failed to make sense of it.

With that, Qin Tian revealed his trump card: a three of spades. Ruth’s eyes widened in disbelief.

However, none of that mattered to him anymore. Things lost could be regained; the important thing was that he could return to full strength.

The Ice Sovereign Sacred Pattern Art was terrifyingly powerful. Long ago, Xiao Yi had judged that this technique was in no way inferior to heaven-defying arts like the Asura Battle Body or the Nine Suns Reincarnation Sutra.

Jiang Yimiao was so startled she nearly jumped. She turned slowly to see Miao Chenmo’s face looming large before her; he was sleeping behind her, his arm clamped tightly around her waist.

High in the air, the struggle between Lu Li and Locke continued. It looked unremarkable, but the hidden intensity was fierce. Field suppression was applied directly to Locke’s physical form, pinning him in place.

On the other side of the mountain lay the beautiful scenery of the Arctic Circle, tens of kilometers away. The two sides mirrored each other; the snow-capped peaks were as white as frost, hidden among drifting white clouds, and the sky was a clear, deep blue. Everything looked like a scene from an earthly paradise.

"I guessed what you were going to say," Mu Yuan thought. He and Shan Ning had drifted apart over the last seven or eight years. He knew why, and Shan Ning knew why, but Jack didn’t, and Mu Yuan felt there was no need to tell him.

"Elder Ye, you’ve come!" Jiang Xinran hurriedly wiped away her tears and greeted him with a forced smile.

Qin Zhong had intended to help as well, but after glancing back at Weiyi, he sat down instead. He had known about her story a little earlier than the others, but this was the first time he had heard her name.

He knew well enough that he couldn’t possibly exact revenge with his left hand alone, but with so many people watching, he couldn’t just swallow this insult and become the laughingstock of the crowd.

Two days before the month was up, I finally asked Bai Kai if Qin Yigeng would really show up. He looked supremely confident, checked his phone, and said, "The day after tomorrow, you will definitely see him." I waited for two days in a state of nervous anticipation, only to find that there wasn't even a trace of Qin Er to be found.

Xiao Yun’er watched the Witch Crane Beast in silence. The creature was even less bright than she was; it had clearly seen her fly off, yet it still went over to kick the spot.

As his knocking grew more urgent and louder, a guard at the Cai residence finally opened the gate for Liu Ye, yawning and looking thoroughly exhausted.

Wang Chongyang had absolute faith in Kong Xuan’s confidence. Indeed, when the Western Zhou army later arrived at Golden Chicken Ridge, they suffered greatly.

The garden was empty, save for the echo of Sun Wukong’s voice. Puzzled, he looked around, then glanced back at the fallen flat peaches on the ground, his stomach letting out a loud growl.

Jiang Shaoyi’s sudden increase in volume had been heard in full by Wu Jingfeng. The sentry’s heart sank: did the director have a problem with Section Chief Xiao, thinking he was unfit for a management position?

Song Shengsheng had done so much with his death; surely, he must have used it to point toward the true killer.

Such composure was extremely rare for someone his age. Emperor Xiaojing felt both gratified and guilty, suddenly reminded of a beautiful, delicate woman from his past.

Su Le pondered for a moment, thinking that if she had been in Zhao Boming’s shoes back then, she probably would have done the same.

Lian Ruo stood up as well, exchanged a look with Hu Junyuan, and they walked forward tentatively, only to be met with a shocking sight.

Yi Luoluo suddenly realized she hadn’t seen Huo Yunqi in a long time—not since she picked up her car from the dealership. That day seemed to be the last time they had met.