Chapter 31: Lightning-Struck Wood

"Brother Wang, don't sit there all by yourself. We are from the same sect; we must face the danger together. Come on." Ye Chen stood above, reaching out a hand toward Wang Lin, who sat on the ground.

Wang Lin merely swept a cold glance at him and sneered, "I am perfectly safe; there is no need for Junior Brother Ye to trouble yourself."

Safe by Ye Chen's side? ...

His expression was truly terrible. A man who was usually gentle and refined was now filled with a murderous aura, and Baili Shihan could not help but feel worried for him.

He was merely a guard who didn't know much about the situation, so he decided to act decisively. They retrieved the keycard from the soldier who had been bitten to death; opening the various doors was not difficult. The keycard swiped past the code, revealing the room number on the doorplate.

She was pitiful, tragic, and hateful all at once. I was the only person in this world who sympathized with and understood her. I once thought about giving her everything I had, for the three of us to rely on one another.

Just then, Director Chang came to take Kong Yixian back. Seeing her in what seemed to be a dispute with the captain of the Han Kingdom team, he quickly intervened, which caused Min Xianzhu to leave in a huff.

Liu Die sat on the sofa in the room, looking like a porcelain doll without a soul.

If she didn't know the owner of the shop, she would have called to ask what kind of trash he was hiring.

Previously, after Kong Yixian obtained his permission and gave his WeChat to Lu Shan, she would say a word or two to him every day—nothing much, just daily greetings or a "good morning," and very occasionally asking about Kong Yixian's situation.

Hearing this, Su Jinli nodded repeatedly, while the old Duke and the others smiled helplessly, their eyes filled with relief.

Chang Yi wanted to speak, but didn't get the chance. Kong Yixian looked at the bouquet on the adjacent seat, feeling a sense of regret.

The elders of the Soul Sect were equally cold, summoning their dead souls directly. Last time, Ren Pingsheng had destroyed their dead souls, but this time, it seemed they had found a way to counter him.

Even the ultimate mortal body that Ye Fan eventually transformed into after cutting off everything might not be as powerful as the bloodline of the three-fold Sacred Body origin.

"With enemies at the gates, I, Yang Xiao, have no time for verbal disputes with you all. If you choose to ignore the survival of the Yin Sect, then please leave! Lest you be accidentally harmed." Seeing them arguing endlessly about the position of Sect Leader at such a critical moment of life and death, Yang Xiao lost all desire to debate and spoke coldly.

But here in the Myriad Tribulation Sea, let alone him and Xiao Wuyi, even if Xiao Wumei were here, these demons might not necessarily give her any face.

On the other side, a dragon followed the old butler toward the direction of Lily Territory, not forgetting to cast a glance back toward this direction from afar.

After emerging from the rosy clouds, Ren Pingsheng flew toward Yanyu. Meanwhile, over at Mingzun's side, everyone's expressions were grim; they had not expected those seven people who descended from the God Realm to be so fragile.

"All martial arts under heaven share the same source, all created by our predecessors. Forcibly dividing them into schools is merely a human construct. This move, which resembles your sect's Dragon Claw Hand, is not necessarily a technique exclusive to your sect," Zhang Qian said with a slight smile.

At this moment, Jiang Xian also flew up. She understood the Corpse Ancestor Jiang Xie better than anyone else here, and naturally, she knew better than anyone where his weaknesses lay.

Ji Si couldn't help but burst into laughter. The others coughed, their faces turning red from holding it in.

The next day, rising early, Claire and Li Meiqi walked out of their respective villas with tacit understanding.

At this time, the Leng family matron was undoubtedly filled with excitement. She thought: Heaven has truly been kind to her. With Cen Sanlang as a backer, her son's future was now secured.

As her clothes slipped off, Huyan Nuanxin stepped into the bathtub, which was filled with flower petals and a faint fragrance. She leaned against the rim, letting Qinglian scrub her back.

The fifth time... there was no fifth time. They only met once or twice a week, and it hadn't even been a month yet.

Listening to this cryptic conversation, the audience below felt that Fang Yuanyuan's image had grown significantly, feeling impressed even if they didn't quite understand.

It was a very beautiful flower, a gold-inlaid jade sunflower, shaped like a large sunflower with a white jade disk and golden threads for petals.

In fact, Ling Fei did not know that the mysterious energy he felt was actually a Domain. It was a special state that one only possessed upon reaching a certain level of cultivation.

"Han Yuxuan, Mo Zheng, do you really think you have a chance of winning?" Dao Tianzun nodded at the two who had arrived later. "With the Immortal Sect and the Demon King assisting me, what does it matter if you, the Underworld Lord and the Demon Venerable, join forces? You are merely walking toward your own destruction!" Dao Tianzun had long been prepared.

Emperor Jinglv Rong Chenning, who had just ascended the throne that day, stood by the door with his hands behind his back, dressed in a pristine white crane cloak and a simple white hairpin crown.

Huyan Nuanxin followed her gaze to see clusters of flowers blooming brilliantly in the distance. Not far away was the place where she had first met Mo Liujin. Thinking of that first meeting, a faint smile appeared on Huyan Nuanxin's face, one she didn't even notice herself.

Mu Yichen had always considered his intelligence-gathering ability to be the best, yet Lin Fei had received this news before him.

"Your Majesty, the students of the Biyong Imperial Academy have a petition to submit!" Just as Lord Luo had taken a step out of the ranks, a court official’s voice was heard shouting from outside the Chuigong Hall.

"Min Jie, what is wrong with you?!" Su Rouwan glared at Min Jie after seeing her favorite vase shattered.

Several middle-aged men looked at Mo Jiuqiong with malicious intent; anyone could tell what they were thinking.

The fatty was also a bit confused, but in his memory, they hadn't, because the two of them had only gone out three times in total, and each time they only focused on the important parts, not paying close attention to anything else.