Three factions

Huzi kicked the two disciples awake. Song Hua spoke a few words to them, and the two disciples glared at Mu Ziyun before running off into the distance. Huzi slapped the unsuspecting Song Hua unconscious, slung him over his shoulder, and walked out together with Mu Ziyun.

“Oh? Then I ask you to enlighten me, elder,” Zhou Wutian replied, knowing these people wouldn’t easily let him out of their sight. Gathering more useful information could only benefit him.

That’s how honest people think. In truth, Guo Jing cared much for his brothers, but he was always grateful for what he received and never minded what he gave.

“Train your skills well. If there are sons in your family willing to join the army, let them join the militia and train alongside you. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll take you all on a tour of the Western Regions.” Jiang Anyi smiled and raised his cup in invitation.

“Yuan Kai, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t you eat?” The coach from Hua’an University shouted.

“Then tell me, what’s the baby’s name? That way, I can go find it in the future,” Mu Ziyun said.

Just as Jiang Anyi predicted, Li Laigao and others went to Shitai and other places to investigate official lands. Li Laigao spent time daily with Si Chen, and affection grew between them. Watching Li Laigao and Si Chen exchange glances, Pan Heyi and Si Qing were naturally influenced, unknowingly coming together. This journey to clear official lands had become sweet.

Li Ying wielded her long spear like a swimming dragon, stirring up towering waves as she parried and countered the ferocious assault of the Thunder Flame Sword’s rainbow.

Chen Lin tasted a sip; as for the flavor, it was refreshing, with a hint of bitterness, but without any harshness—easy to drink, no discomfort in the throat.

“Yan Yan, take your son home. Tonight at the latest, eight o’clock. If you’re late, I’ll put Xu Hua outside at the door. Whether he gets picked up by traffickers, I won’t care,” Dad called again. Though he hadn’t put it on speaker, I knew it was for Yan Yan.

The car window was open; wind rushed in, stinging my face, but only then did I feel a bit better. My eyes were unbearably swollen; every blink hurt, warm tears flowing uncontrollably down my face.

“We cultivate together; I am within you, you are in my heart. Of course I know what you’re thinking!” Zhan Tian looked at the beauty before him as if it were only natural.

After dinner, Yan Shu took Yan Hui out to walk the dog in the yard, only to realize the family dog was acting strange.

Jiang Guangguang did not move at all. She glanced at the clock on the wall—two in the morning. Only then did her taut nerves relax a little.

He knew that, given the circumstances, his words were shameless, but he couldn’t let her go, nor could he bear to, even if it meant being hated.

The scenery receded; my five acres of land remained guarded like a regiment of soldiers. The corners of my lips curled slightly—starting tomorrow, it will no longer be barren. Action, only action, determines value.

Those words were deep and powerful, making my eyes burn. Yes, no matter how we dealt with those people now, Xiao Xiao would never return.

Gathering the wandering elements between heaven and earth, compressing them here to form primal crystals, sealing this place, and, combined with the most formidable sealing array that Ye Qing had studied, the Grand Sealing Array.

Wu Simin did not expect Jiang Xi would suddenly invite her out. Since Jiang Ji’s wedding, they’d only met by chance at the hospital. To be honest, seeing Jiang Xi, Wu Simin still felt some guilt.

When the Blood Hand Order was found on the assassin, Bai Lian looked desolate. There was no need to lift the mask; she knew this killer was Blood Lust. In the assassin world, Blood Lust was notorious.

Nu Hua gritted her teeth, a blue vein suddenly pulsing on her temple, then spat a mouthful of blood onto the sword’s edge, dyeing it crimson.

He felt the energy within his body continuously surging, as if being transmitted from outside, flowing warmly through his organs.

As for the matter of the Gate of Longevity, with the imminent invasion of the demon clans from beyond, he had no time to spare for it.

Setting aside the elusive, almost unattainable Primordial Spirit stage with its lifespan soaring to eight hundred years, even the Soul Creation stage, enough to be considered a sect elder, was out of reach for most. Who knew if they would ever attain it in their lifetime.

After Xu Wu frowned and slowly spoke his words, those present gradually fell silent in thought. Suddenly, a cold laugh rang out—it was the green-robed attendant sitting to the right of Xiao Du, an expression of disdain on his face. He sneered as he spoke, dismissing all of Xu Wu’s doubts.

You are now deeply worried in your heart that your aging parents could be murdered or suffer an accident. Shengxing Development is a company on the surface, but you know what they do in secret. If you want to protect your family and your own life, the only way is to reveal everything you know.

The eight fox demons stretched out their hands, sharp claws, each wearing different colored robes. As they floated toward Zhang San, he gripped his Crimson Flame Sword with one hand, involuntarily swinging it at the floating fox demons before him.

“Hey! Alright!” Di Yu happily moved his meditation cushion, sitting face to face with Duanmu Shuang’er.

Indeed, Yi Yang was preparing to escape. Failing to advance meant death. Although Yi Yang was already at death’s door, he didn’t want to leave all his treasures to the enemy.

As for Skolari, he no longer had the leisure for such things. The closer he flew to the Central Hospital, the darker his expression became.

“I’m very satisfied with your assistant. Her abilities exceeded my expectations—intelligence, tactics, command, she excels at everything. Since she’s your assistant and you two have great rapport, I’m very comfortable letting her help you in your operations,” Li Shan said.

These two transformations were so drastic that it felt like watching someone play two roles. If not for knowing Yang Fei beforehand, I would have truly suspected she had a split personality. But now I’m quite certain—there must be something hidden within her.

They rounded the corner, and on the other side, Li Muyan halted his steps. It seemed he had heard Zong Luoyu’s voice.