Chapter 136: A Formidable Foe

As the giant strange fish let out a wailing chant, everyone fell into a state of unconsciousness, surrendering to an instinctual pilgrimage. It was as if they had suddenly remembered that they were but single drops of water, and that warm halo ahead was the ocean to which they were destined to return. It was not a temptation, but rather an innate and absolute instinct. Thus, they all walked toward the altar, their expressions serene and their steps synchronized, like a procession pulled by invisible strings.

"If this succeeds, I will give you ten thousand yuan!" I understood his meaning without a second thought.

"Huineng, why are you weeping alone here? I have long noticed that you have been burdened with worries lately. Why not speak to your master? Perhaps I can help you untangle your heart."

Approaching the enemy camp, Tang Wannian ordered the troops to halt once more, signaling his archers to move forward and aim at the sentries patrolling the ramparts.

Terrified to call the police, she could only let tears stream down her face as she repeatedly dialed the same number.

It was dusk, yet the sky remained clear and bright. Gorgeous sunset clouds cast a golden glow across the earth. Looking out from the car window, the layers of western-style buildings and rubble were all gilded with a golden edge.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!!!" With continuous assaults, Leiting instantly decimated several enemy planes. Regaining her composure, she spotted our own robots locked in combat with the enemy ahead and rushed over to assist.

"If the Emperor tells Chengjun to do something, when has she ever been anything but willing?" Huo Chengjun blinked. Whatever Liu Bingyi asked, she would do; even if he didn't voice his desires, she would strive to fulfill them, for she had already lost her heart to him.

Yang Jinxin was shocked to see Qin Muyang hunched over, devouring his noodles with such gusto. He finished the bowl clean, then recklessly smacked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand—hardly the picky young master who usually sipped red wine and dined elegantly on Western cuisine.

"Ant, your back looks familiar. Turn around," Xia Guyi commanded.

Zhang Ke went back to watching TV with snacks in hand, while Su Su sat quietly on the sofa, debating whether to invite me to dinner.

"Alright, Yuanjun, you can come out now." Estimating that they had passed the gate, Murong Feiming turned his head to call toward the wall.

Since the other party had brought it into the open, Li Rui did not hide or feign ignorance. He did not initiate a showdown either, merely offering Song Ziwu a chuckle before loosening his grip.

"Xu Xiangdong, Xu Xiangxi. Shouldn't he be named Xu Xiangbei?" Su Shan asked, pointing at Number Fifteen.

"Believe what?" Leng Yuan asked, holding a simple, elegant dress against herself.

Then, he took her out for a rather sumptuous dinner, during which both of them spoke very little.

"That may be, but the Princess was bestowed upon the Crown Prince by your father, the Emperor. You should not be so reckless. Very well, I shall sentence you to return to your manor and reflect on your mistakes, confined for three months," the Emperor decreed.

Zongyang was surprised by Tian Jiu's paternal behavior, as he could easily have passed for an older brother. Tian Jiu replied that those who survive in the Sin City grow up fast.

Anyone would find such an experience unforgettable for a lifetime. Yet she had forgotten him—even if it was because of the Tea of Oblivion, he was still heartbroken. Why, of all people, did she have to forget him?

Lei Peng waited a while longer, and seeing Zhang Ziyi still dazed, he could not help but pull her into his arms and begin to massage her.

It was ironic; though he was the one feeling guilty for venting his anger on his disciples years ago and breaking their legs, he had spent over a decade painstakingly creating a leg technique to cure them, only to haughtily name it after the sect's original "Whirlwind Leaf-Sweeping Legs."

"Nonsense!!! If this formula is true, how do you explain those who have not awakened their Martial Souls? If you are faking this, it is the Spirit Hall that loses face!" Bibi Dong said coldly.

Mo Jiuwei claimed that the spiritual fluctuations in Qingfeng Ridge were a sign that a spiritual treasure was about to manifest, which meant the struggle there would become exceptionally fierce and dangerous.

温鹤绵 (Wen Hemian) had calculated every possibility, yet she never expected the opportunity she sought to appear in such a manner.

With no one else in the harem, it was customary for the Emperor’s favorite concubine to sit beside him to attend to his needs. Wen Hemian walked to the front, parted ways with Xie Lang, and took her familiar seat.

The night was quiet—so quiet that Shen Xingchen could hear her own breathing. It felt as though everything had returned to many years ago, when she could still spend the night in Shen Li’s room.

With someone backing him, and the current Pope at that—not to mention Bibi Dong’s love for him... with the support of the most powerful person on the Douluo Continent, what did he have to fear?

This was not exactly a lie; many modern concepts were applicable to the current era. Weapons might not need to be used, but one could not afford to be without them. The borderlands were full of hidden talents, and under Wen Hemian’s strong recommendation, weapons research continued unabated.

Lei Jiang, like an old farmer, picked two baskets of vegetables from his garden to give to his neighbors.

With Li Tianzhou’s verbal assurance, the last trace of concern vanished from Gu Changfeng’s eyes. He dismissed the team with a few lighthearted remarks.

The Hell Shadow Demon Dog, under attack, glared viciously at the fighter jets. If looks could kill, they would have already been reduced to ashes.

"Let's go, I'll see you home." Xiao Pang helped him toward Xiao Yue’s house. Half an hour later, they arrived. Xiao Yue was merely a collateral branch of the Xiao family; his father was a blacksmith who made a living by forging iron, and his mother had passed away giving birth to him, a fact that had always filled Xiao Yue with guilt.

"Now!" Xiao Yue’s tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open, a brilliant light erupting from within. His aura surged, and in an instant, sand and stones flew as a storm raged.

Zhou Rong’er blushed even deeper and remained silent. Her two sisters helped her to the table. Seeing that it was late, the matchmaker lit the red candles, sang wedding songs, smoothed the bed curtains, offered her congratulations, and ushered everyone out before closing the door.