53 “The Bully” Yun Ran (Third Update)

Yun Ran’s hand clutched the Ghost King’s neck with unyielding force. Faced with his bewilderment, she paid no heed and instead turned her gaze directly toward Shen Zhe and the others. The Five Elements Formation had been broken, and they had all sustained some injuries.

“Are you all alright?” she asked.

“We’re fine.”

Yet, aside from Shen Zhe, the other four bore expressions dazed and disoriented, as if struck by a heavy blow. Gao He forcibly restrained the urge to inquire further. They were on a mission.

Yu Yingzi and several elder Taoist priestesses, typically devoted to cultivation, alchemy, and martial studies, were kind-hearted but utterly incapable of devising any effective stratagems against the Tianluo Sect.

Chen Zhuang also wanted to plead but held back; after all, kindness did not command an army. If discipline was not enforced today, no one would take military rules seriously in the future.

Under such circumstances, to harbor feelings for Liu Zixin only added to his shame and self-reproach.

“Hey… Great Demon King, don’t make a fuss. There are others here, you know. We should consider their feelings too, right?” She even brought up Qu Ruyan as a shield.

***

As for Wen Buhui, at some unknown point, her gentle smiles toward Lin Wangyuan gradually faded, and her aloofness and cold solitude slowly unraveled. Everything around her seemed to lose significance, leaving her as calm and detached as a breeze over clouds, though outwardly unchanged.

Thus, the duo Guangxi took their new song to perform at the New Year’s Eve gala. The day before, they arrived in the host city and found a rehearsal space to prepare.

After Ren Feng and the other party were left alone in the private room, they each ordered coffee. Once the server departed, Ren Feng began to speak frankly about the truth.

A general is the courage of the troops. Throughout history, commanders who led from the front, even if only for show, greatly inspired their soldiers’ morale.

The infuriating thing was that the burning crude oil kept drifting toward their special task force along with the seawater. Sooner or later, the fire would reach their fleet.

Of course, there was also the entanglement among the four of them; this reunion naturally held many conversations.

Though not particularly powerful, he was still a martial artist who had begun his cultivation upon entering the palace and had now persisted for five years. He knew his own body’s condition intimately.

In the live broadcast, the sacred son, clad in a ceremonial white robe, finished speaking and clasped his hands in a prayerful gesture.

At that moment, the Moon Empress disappeared with Princess Yun Jing. By the time the princess reacted, she was already soaring through the clouds with the empress.

“Where is this place?” the Black Demon King asked anxiously. It had dreamed of advancing further, becoming a true demon beast and reigning as a demon king over its territory.

***

Today, Kong Sinian’s attitude toward Jiu Tian was somewhat unfriendly; he couldn’t help but snort upon seeing him.

Within five minutes, this place would be surrounded. By then, not only him but even the Grand Elder Sima Gang would perish here.

“I advise you not to move, or if the shot misses and kills someone, don’t blame us,” a bodyguard warned.

This was not Qin Chuan’s deliberate act but a result of his Dao injury flaring up. Enduring the pain, he forcibly slew several upper realm elites—such a feat could not come without a price.

The villagers had no entertainment and were unbearably bored. When Fang Lingling’s incident broke out, the entire village became lively. Coupled with the lure of money, even Zhou Guodong was stirred.

He also believed that someday he would make Chen Yan trust him and believe in their relationship; he had that confidence.

“Yes, yes, yes. It’s divine punishment, nothing to do with us,” Lu Youjiao paused, then burst into hearty laughter. From that moment, he held profound admiration for the young man’s audacity.

As for the so-called seventh-generation perpetual motion theory, I have no desire to discuss it—nor do I possess the wisdom for such debate.