Chapter 40: Returning Home

Thinking of how the branch of Lin Qingyang had been relegated to the outskirts of Chang’an City, a plan began to take shape in Yun Tian’s mind.

"Fine! Let's do it!" Hearing this, Master Xiaoyao felt tempted as well. He exchanged a glance with Yanyu Qingfeng, gritted his teeth, and agreed.

"Normally, it wouldn't be an issue. Whether you released this news a few thousand years early or late, it wouldn't matter! But now, it happens to coincide with the once-in-ten-thousand-years God War! Your timing is disastrous; it will not only cause turmoil in the Demon Realm but might even enrage the Demon God himself!" the Blood Demon said helplessly.

A formation of monsters stepped out from the dark mist in perfect order, followed by row after row of others, advancing with synchronized, steady paces.

What filled Zhang He with sudden dread was that one could not grasp the true scale of the city from the outside. Only after stepping through the gate did he realize that this massive underground city was entirely different from what he had glimpsed from without. Even with the stone gates open, the truth of the city remained hidden until he had walked deep within its confines.

The trio of Hua Xiong, Fan Chou, and Zhang Ji was an undeniably formidable force in the current world; most experts would be unable to withstand them.

Both Vladimir and Trotsky knew that a stalemate was not a viable path. This matter required a definitive decision, so both agreed to the proposal.

This left the other two filled with envy. In the end, because Song Ji-hyo's team performed the worst, the punishment fell upon Kim Jong-kook, Song Ji-hyo, and Kang Gary.

However, when Zheng Ji-he realized he was being led into the Haoyan Group building by Hong Seung-sung, a strong sense of foreboding washed over him. He thought helplessly, surely the person being kidnapped isn't Park Ji-ho? As expected, upon seeing whom Hong Seung-sung was pointing at, Zheng Ji-he was left speechless.

Seeing that the chairman had made up his mind, the board members left sheepishly. As they walked, they blamed each other for the excessive arguing, each convinced that the other side was entirely at fault while they themselves were blameless.

Bai Fengyao turned slightly to the side, her fingers hidden within her sleeves, gently clutching a talisman treasure. The flowers naturally shielded her, preventing the other cultivators from noticing her actions.

In the end, Sha Gen bid farewell to Zhi Hu and returned to the Haotian Dynasty with Hu Mengqi. With his cultivation as a Golden Immortal, finding a loophole at the border to exit was child's play.

"I have urgent matters to attend to. If there is nothing important, do not wander outside," Li Zhiyuan instructed. He tapped a protective charm onto Yang Ling before taking his leave.

Master Wu, seemingly still immersed in the grief of losing his son, had a sallow, elongated face, bloodshot eyes, and a sullen expression that made him appear quite difficult to deal with.

In truth, until he reached adulthood, Wang Zijui could never fathom the complex emotions that the Duke of Xin’s household—or more specifically, his aunt, his eldest cousin, and his eldest cousin-sister—harbored toward him and the Wang family.

When Zhou’s parents arrived, they were utterly broken. Tang Bingyu felt deep resentment toward herself for harming Zhou Ze-kai and knelt before them, yet nothing could bring him back to life.

The clients of Swiss banks include not only the world’s top billionaires but also political leaders and entertainment icons from various nations. Even Nazi Germany, a name that struck terror during World War II, held vast assets in Swiss banks.

Ji Jingxi lifted her face and found that, unexpectedly, she was not crying. Her eyes were as dry as a desert and a frightening shade of red.

The Ji family had remained inactive for so long; it turned out they hadn't been ignoring Ye Xunhuan, but rather biding their time like a scorpion, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Although there was still some distance to go before reaching the target of five million, this leap gave Ye Xiaofeng more confidence in completing the task in the City of Yin and Yang.

"Young Master Yang? Are you... are you alright?" Ji Han asked with concern, always feeling that Shou Yang had been acting very strangely today.

"Where is the hairpin?" There was no mention of a hairpin in Qin Nuo’s memory, and Mu Yu had never spoken of it either.

Perhaps it was the essence of Indian yoga and Buddhist philosophy that granted him such extraordinary endurance. Even when faced with the immense psychic power released by Lin Baoju, he held his ground, though blood began to seep from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Upon entering the room, Gu Yun could clearly feel that the divine sense that had been lingering on them had completely vanished. This brought him a wave of relief; otherwise, as long as that divine sense kept watch, he wouldn't have been able to do anything at all during the night.

"Absolute Imprisonment, Sea of Burning Flames!" The Scorpion King unleashed his two most powerful divine abilities simultaneously. This time, he did not give the Bright Ancestral God a chance to escape, sealing his soul and physical form together. Simultaneously, a vast sea of chaotic fire engulfed the body of the Ancestral God, burning his flesh with reckless abandon.

The silver light had barely appeared before it reached Feng Ling, who was still too stunned by the shock in his heart to react.

From beginning to end, Luo Minliang did not look back once. He simply rose to sit by the bed, using a clean, damp towel to gently wipe Shou Yang's face.

Gu Yun was shocked to his core. These things were terrifyingly powerful; they could even bite through his innate spiritual treasure. If given more time, they might have completely devoured the Heaven-Refining Cauldron.

After climbing for a long time, a faint, hazy fragrance drifted over. The scent seemed to carry with it distant memories, leaving Feng Ling feeling utterly enchanted and lost.

Standing alone on the hill, the enemy hero, accompanied by a pack of wild wolves, couldn't help but shield his eyes with his hand and shake his head vigorously, seemingly unable to accept the goblin's combat style of retreating like the wind at the slightest setback.

The middle-aged man felt as if he had narrowly escaped death—his children had practically walked through the gates of hell. In that instant, he felt as if he had almost failed to make it back alive.

He had given Zhong Hezi one day, intending to let him continue to suffer this torment. Without money, he could no longer be tortured. After instructing the boss, he took his leave.

In the nineteenth minute of the match, it was the European legion again. Fabregas and Iniesta combined for a beautiful through-ball, sending it directly to Cristiano Ronaldo’s feet.

The twelfth lunar month was approaching. Finally, that day, as dusk fell and the palace gates were about to close, the Emperor summoned the two of them to meet in a side chamber.

After receiving the ball, he turned and launched into a sprint, but a sudden wave of weakness washed over him, and his legs turned to jelly, nearly causing him to collapse to the ground.