48. Shared Origins, Divergent Fates (Third Update)

Not long after the incident at Yunran, Xie Xuzhi’s men arrived—an impressively swift response. The newcomer wore a baseball cap pulled low, concealing half of his face.

Looking at the man lying dead on the ground, it was clear that the fatal wound was inflicted by the surgical knife he still clutched in his hand. The man showed no surprise; he simply crouched down. When he sensed the man’s soul dissipate, a flicker of emotion crossed his face. “Another Soul Devouring Curse,” he muttered.

“Perhaps there’s an ambush as well. The enemy’s intentions are clear, but ours remain hidden. We must proceed cautiously and leave them no chance to turn the tide.” Xu Ping ordered Li Chengdong and Liu Liangzuo to each dispatch a deputy general, leading two to three hundred cavalry to tail the fleeing Huang Naiming, both to observe his movements and scout the surrounding area.

Some of the accompanying guards had even brought their families along. Far away in Jiangnan, rumors of another border skirmish had surfaced. However, the guards all recalled Xu Ping’s repeated declarations that he would no longer meddle in court affairs. Moreover, even if these border clashes escalated into isolated conflicts, it was unlikely that the court would trouble their lord over them.

Humiliated and frustrated after losing to Ye Feng in front of so many disciples, Sun Zhengyang bowed his head deeply, wishing he could just disappear into the earth.

Xu Ping was very supportive of Sun Kewang’s plan. This unit would not be a field force but a dedicated siege camp. He inquired about the progress Sun Kewang had made in preparing the camp.

Liu Zhinan’s eyes settled on Ye Feng, a spark of excitement flashing through his gaze. Smiling, he waved to Ye Feng from the viewing platform.

Mrs. Du thought it necessary to give Ruth a warning to dispel any such thoughts and make her abandon them for good.

Hu Bin seemed oblivious to Song Danyang’s words, his gaze still scanning Song Danyang’s body. Eventually, it fixed on Song Danyang’s upper thigh, staring intently at his private area.

After using a secret technique to test, the wandering Taoist priest was filled with joy. To him, he had stumbled upon a treasure. Having such a promising disciple at the Mysterious View Temple meant a brilliant future in the cultivator world lay ahead. For now, he abandoned his own cultivation and entrusted Gu Ling’er to lead him to her home.

A dazzling sword light exploded in an instant, and with a fierce strike, all four bull-headed men attacking Liu Tian were slain.

Hu Bin and Song Danyang arrived at the Asia-Pacific Grand Hotel. Hu Bin led Song Danyang into the hotel’s main lobby and reserved the most luxurious private suite.

As long as she didn’t disturb Liyui today, Liyui would likewise refrain from troubling her tomorrow and would even help her watch over Yeye.

The petals were as thin as cicada wings, but along their edges glimmered a chilling sharpness, tearing through the air as they swept violently forward.

She cried out, deliberately turning her shoulder toward Yan Xinxin and maliciously rammed into Yan Xinxin’s shoulder with great force.

As Ye Wushuang’s words fell, figures staggered out in disarray from the exit of the Void Secret Realm, each face pale and grim, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they looked at Ye Wushuang.

Back then, Ah Niu never explained why, but now Zhao Jian, upon reflection, could only attribute it to the resonance between masters.

Behind these rooms was a window—though calling it a window was a stretch. It was more like a vast glass door. Pulling it open revealed a hot spring outside. Whoever designed this had a truly creative mind.

“Perhaps we should leave the Starry Sky Ancient City earlier. I think it’s too dangerous,” Li Miaoyi suggested.

He approached her, suddenly lifting her into his arms. Holding her tightly, he took a deep breath, savoring her scent and warmth.

Bullets whizzed by, and the recoil of the M4 was no joke. Especially under the four-times scope, controlling the gun on a mobile device was far more difficult than on a PC.

Of course, Mu Feng dared not be too greedy. Otherwise, if hundreds or thousands of Blood Sky Wasps fought him desperately, the experience would surely be unbearable to imagine.