Volume 1, Chapter 38: She Did Not Count on Him

Shu Xingruo lay on the bed, pale and deathly still. She was asleep, her long eyelashes resting against her delicate face, serene and beautiful.

Upon seeing her, Ji Yanli’s fury did not wane in the slightest. He shook her awake roughly, his eyes overflowing with rage. "Shu Xingruo, how dare you? You terminated my child. If you hate me, then hate me, but why take it out on the child?"

Shu Xingruo stared at him coldly. "Who told you I terminated the pregnancy?"

Ji Yanli sneered. "We had a massive argument last night, and today the child is gone. Do you think I’m so foolish as to believe it was just a coincidental miscarriage?"

Shu Xingruo glanced at him sideways. "Believe what you want." She turned away...

Wanfu Liquid is truly precious to the average person, a miraculous life-saving medicine. Furthermore, after discussions between Li Cheng and Zhao Fei, the price was set at three million per portion. This meant the three ounces Li Cheng had brought out were worth three million. Yet, for Li Cheng, it really amounted to nothing.

It was around 6:00 PM on the return journey, but as it was summer, the sun still hung obliquely in the sky. Galadmos and his two companions walked eastward along the northern bank of the Alcantara River.

What was most infuriating was that more than half of their followers had been killed by Xiao Yi, and even the medicinal treasures they carried had been plundered.

At the same time that the Dionian Minister of Foreign Affairs, Anxitanos, arrived in Egypt, an important meeting was underway at the town hall in Catana, Sicily.

If he were to follow the normal method, it would be impossible to nurture the divine fetus to maturity in less than several decades.

They were in utter despair; a thunderstorm had already formed, and with their current strength, it was impossible to survive here.

"Heh, hahaha! Wu Di, you pathetic bottom-feeder, this time, I will make you wish you were dead." Not far away, a burly youth, standing a full three zhang tall, laughed unbridledly, the corners of his mouth filled with deep mockery.

Mo Yang carefully found a relatively safe spot in the city, settled the dozen or so people, and then found a quiet place nearby to meditate and rest.

Gu Tianxue wore no makeup, save for a simple touch of red rouge on her lips, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her current bashful demeanor was quite different from her usual self, possessing a unique and alluring charm.

Hundreds of years later, above the Sea of Blood, a figure stepped out from the void—none other than Minghe. He looked pale, as if he had suffered a severe illness, but his eyes were filled with excitement. After glancing toward the East Sea coast, he immediately went into seclusion to recover.

"Tell me, what do you think the higher-ups have been busy with lately?" Bai Zelong asked casually while sitting in the office of their makeshift hut, his legs propped up on the desk as he smoked.

Whether people were coming to invest in factories or other projects, they were welcome. However, since translation talent was scarce, the teacher assigned this honorable task to Suxi, thinking it would be a good opportunity to hone her speaking skills.

But Ye Tian knew that as long as he was given enough time and nourishment, it was only a matter of time before he could grow the Golden Light Shield and the God-Binding Vine.

"Then what is the deal with this gun?" Captain Liu picked up a replica Type 64 pistol from the table, its magazine empty.

Swallowing it in one gulp, the Six-Eared Macaque felt a clarity wash through his entire body. He hurriedly shoved the remaining half into his mouth and swallowed it without even chewing. A cluster of cyan light soared into the sky, piercing through the roof of the side hall, its energy surging toward the heavens.

With Yang Fan’s mind cleared, both the tomb guardian and the warriors of the Jin Yong Enthusiasts Association breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, get ready. There’s an eighty percent chance that those coming are from the Demon Heaven Sect," Tan Yun warned the group, guessing their identity.

After seeing off the envoy, Xue Song’s heart remained unsettled for a long time. He did not know what kind of scheme or trickery Tian Chengsi would attempt next.

The mechanical dance music blared at the scene once more. The final words uttered by Master Y before he completely crashed—"Stupid humans"—had been integrated into the music in various languages, playing over and over.

The corpses were in a miserable state, but one could tell from their expressions that they had endured immense suffering.

Right at the gates of Pingyang City, an old Taoist wearing robes and white hair was shouting. Upon seeing Ye Jin, he seemed to become even more energetic.

But those blocking their path were no ordinary people. Ran Heya lifted the carriage curtain and saw their orderly attire, the gleaming weapons in their hands, and the cold, emotionless eyes they fixed upon her.

Ye Feiming was, after all, a Spirit Emperor; she was not someone they could afford to provoke at their current stage, let alone seek revenge.

However, the cloud chambers of the Fate Wheel were built very high, which did not hinder the endless stream of cultivators from both worlds below as they busily prepared for war.

"It’s fine, it’s just calling the police! Wait—you said *you* called the police?" Li Yue'er had initially been dismissive, but once she realized the truth, her panicked voice pierced Su Lan’s ears.

Ye Shiyi instinctively touched his right cheek, terrified that he might end up with only half a face like the Ghost King Hehuan.

Often, however, it is beneath the calm that danger lurks. Although Mu San could not yet clearly see the situation on the other side, his estimation was correct: the Allied Army had already assembled and was ready to march. Judging by the basic transmission of orderly commands, this Allied Army was reasonably competent, with daily routines and marching schedules strictly maintained.

He walked toward the massive block of ice ahead with a displeased expression. After only a few steps, he reached out toward the direction of Qian Zhengkan, leaving the others curious as to what Ye Shiyi was doing.

But now was not the time to dwell on such things. Fang Xing simply followed Tang An; since they were here, they might as well enjoy themselves.

He knew this might be his only opportunity tonight; if he missed it, he would never be able to complete the mission.

"So that is the Treasure Seal? Why is it so pedantic?" Wan Feng’s expression cooled slightly as he turned to look at Chen Feng.

"That’s right, it was sent to us. If you don't believe me, here is the identification." Ning Yue impatiently took out her ID card.

In the past, when interrogating criminals, he only needed to listen to a few words and observe their expressions to guess whether they were lying.

"What is going on with the Havoc Guild?" Baze Cangqiong was not surprised by the casualties among the shield warriors, but he was astonished by the Havoc Guild. The Baze Guild had suffered heavy losses among their shield warriors, yet the Havoc Guild seemed to have hardly any, which shocked him.

As for the more profound parts, they could not be understood just by being diligent; that required talent and true ability.

"You really like turtles?" As soon as Wei Huan entered the room, she noticed the sandalwood box on the windowsill; the carvings were shallow, but one could faintly discern the shape of passionflowers.

But now that the two had lost their ability to detect, it would be very difficult to kill their target without a lock on them.

This was a hard-crowd-control skill. He only had the "Triple Dragon Manifestation," which might be effective against this alien creature, but the skill was already on cooldown. He had no way to use it again.