Chapter 39: No Further Connection to Him

Purple flames and second-grade spiritual power surged from Chen Qi’s body, spreading onto the Yue King Sword.

Lei Qingqian was initially shocked. As the most powerful cultivator on Earth, she had not expected that anyone could communicate via secret telepathy without her ever noticing.

Huangpu Rui had only ever valued Tu Yujing; no one else mattered. Even Shen Xin, whom he used for a wager, held no real weight in his eyes. Compared to Tu Yujing, she was simply not worth his attention.

The tall man was named Lu Weixiong, nicknamed "Big Bear." He was the notorious hothead of Room 305. Seeing that Lu Weixiong intended to cause trouble for Long Fei and Chi Fengyu, the dorm monitor, Zhou Tong, immediately stepped in to persuade him otherwise.

When a crack appeared, a foul odor wafted out, forcing them all to step back.

Outside the southwestern battlefield, the First Imperial Legion, commanded by Diwu Panshi, engaged in a fierce struggle with the Great Army of the Candle Dragon Kingdom, with both sides seeing victories and defeats in localized skirmishes.

The Crown Prince had previously mentioned that after the Prince of Zhenling presented his tribute, a massive mausoleum monument needed to be built outside the Imperial Tombs to suppress the baleful dragon. He hoped this would solidify the power to break the curse and proposed that twelve Heavenly Masters be stationed there for worship. This was estimated to cost 800,000 taels of silver, and the Emperor had already agreed.

When they left the nearest city, they indeed noticed an increase in guards at the gates, with thorough inspections for anyone entering. It was clear they were trying to prevent refugees from flooding into the city.

"You should speak with the Grand Tutor first; hopefully, there is still room for negotiation," the old matriarch said. She could not bear to see all their efforts go to waste. Although she had previously intended to align with the Noble Dowager Consort, the current situation with the zombie plague had actually created a favorable turn of events.

The cultivators in the Cultivator Tower were not intended for sieges; their primary duty was to guard the safety of the Black Tortoise. Their specialty lay in defensive arts, such as the Water Barrier, Wind Wall, and Light Shield.

This was a set of Mu family acupuncture techniques designed to relax the muscles, invigorate blood circulation, and clear the meridians, which was particularly effective for stroke patients. Back in the day, Luo Zhiyuan’s maternal grandfather, Mu Jingshan, had performed these needles over three days, allowing a hemiplegic patient to walk again. This caused a massive sensation in the county and became a celebrated medical legend of the time.

"Wanru, I have never blamed you. Having you is the greatest blessing of my life," Yang Fan said tenderly, gently stroking Yang Wanru’s silky hair.

While still outside the door, he had sensed several strong auras within. Of course, "strong" was relative to the ordinary members of the Thirteen Protectors—simply put, these were people who had cultivated internal true energy.

"Uh..." Long Qi’s eyes widened. Fuming with rage, he walked up to the two blond men and delivered two fierce kicks.

"It was him?" Upon hearing the name Mu Tingyuan, Yang Fan’s mouth hung open as he stared at Zou Weiyou. It wasn't until he saw Zou Weiyou nod solemnly that Yang Fan finally believed he hadn't misheard, nor was Zou Weiyou joking—it was truly Mu Tingyuan who had released him.

Although the elderly couple was far away in the capital, every move in Anbei could not escape their notice. This was because Luo Zhiyuan was serving and training in Anbei, leading the two to pay special attention to the region. Furthermore, they had many former students and subordinates in the Northern Province.

After inspecting the three rooms, Hao Dong finally recalled that these were dedicated pharmacy and processing rooms for external hospital beds, while the large hall was intended to house the full set of equipment related to the operations in this ward.

His attitude greatly displeased Yang Xuerou, who complained that he lacked any chivalry. To this, Li Ruifeng only offered a faint smile. Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Yang Xuerou pouted in annoyance, not realizing that this had attracted the lecherous gazes of some onlookers.

Lin Feng and the others flew to the summit and saw ten people guarding the perimeter of the valley. Nine of them were at the Heavenly Pseudo-Venerable level, while one was a bona fide Great Venerable.

"Don't..." Terrified that the sounds might be overheard, she instinctively bit her index finger, her brows furrowing in distress.

Consequently, Cain had no choice but to flee to the Yongtuo Abyss, seeking shelter under Liusha. As luck would have it, he encountered Liusha halfway there. Liusha’s situation was identical to his own; the other descendants of the Demon Emperor were using the same excuses to eliminate Liusha, who was undeniably destined to become the next Demon Emperor.

It turned out that while all the cultivators and demonic beasts who entered were killed, the high-grade items they carried were preserved. The accumulated cache included a vast array of magical treasures and precious materials.

However, Qi Tianxiang had not fully decided on the roles for those he had mentally earmarked; he had only set a preliminary path, which would need to shift according to the changes on the chessboard.

Recently, Miao Yongbo had just helped Bai Jitang arrange a job for his younger brother, so Bai Jitang had personally brought the police over to show his gratitude.

"Damn it, do you think any more arrogant guests will come here to cause trouble today?" a member of the Huangzun Assassins asked, holding his glass.

"Brother Feng, you’re so amazing..." Long Ling’er cheered with joy, her beautiful face filled with excitement and ecstasy. Such a sweet smile stirred a sense of jealousy in the heart of the Fourth Prince of Eland, Wang Rufeng.

Seeing this, I was greatly startled. It seemed that the Delay Spell was completely ineffective against monsters with such high agility as the Armored Armadillo.

Looking at the middle-aged man being helped up, he possessed the same slender build and exquisite features of a Wood Elf, but the Feather King now kept his eyes tightly shut, and a strange green icon hovered above his head.

Upon hearing Cui Tianyou’s words, everyone present burst into cheers. Some disciples were so moved that they embraced each other, laughing while tears streamed down their faces.

"Boss, there must be a mistake! How could this guy be Leng Feng?" a warrior behind him, who had participated in the Battle of the Ruins, whispered.

The young man wearing casual sportswear and carrying a laptop bag sat down to the right of Tong Xinlan.

"Fine!" Lin Mu thought for a moment. Although the kitchen was a bit messy, it was just right; after all, there was no romantic atmosphere there, so he wouldn't let his thoughts wander in the wrong direction.

At this critical juncture, he could act as a life mentor to Luo Xinlan, who would surely be grateful, allowing him to take the opportunity to deepen their relationship.

Additionally, Qiandu was the most used search tool by netizens, while YY was the most widely used instant messaging tool.

However, Wu Fengcheng also admired Qin Xiao’s courage and decisiveness. He really dared to do such a thing; he was truly a man.

Tong Xinlan took back the items that belonged to her, thanked Yan Chixia, and rode away on her horse.

Fuxi paused, seemingly discerning the direction, and in the next second, he was striding toward Lin Jingyi.