Volume One, Chapter 42: Jiang Yu Has Disappeared?

Jiang Yu was ill.

Foggily, she opened her eyes, feeling as though her body had been taken apart and reassembled. Her throat was as dry as kindling, and the muscles in her arms ached intensely.

By her ear came Lin Wenxiu's anxious voice, laced with sobs.

Only he truly understood the pressure Gu Yuan was carrying; going up against a billionaire entrepreneur was no easy task.

After arriving at the bumpy, uneven sports field, she did not leave immediately, but instead walked toward the towering ancient tree.

Ye Kuang wore a thoughtful expression. Right now, he only wanted to live a peaceful and tranquil life; he had no desire to strive or contend for any grand fortunes.

To be honest, he was extremely impressed by Su Cheng's array formations. If someone like this were to transition into artifact forging, his future achievements would surely be formidable.

In combat, one could voluntarily forfeit and admit defeat; of course, if one was too slow to concede, the only outcome was death.

Many memories from his college days surfaced in his mind. Back then, he had suddenly vanished from the sight of all his university friends.

Though Yan Zhang did not fully understand, he nodded. "Master, I won't speak of it. I will tell no one, not even sister Ying'er."

Now, he felt a twinge of regret. Had he known that Xia Qingqing would be won over by such a young man, he would have pursued her aggressively himself.

Everything was done simply to make these saints realize that once they broke through the thirty-fourth heaven of this universe, their rewards would be immense and their futures infinitely bright, inspiring them to follow him with unwavering loyalty.

"Alright, stop crying. Whoever it is, I will make them pay a bitter price!" Murderous intent flickered in Ye Tianhe's eyes.

"They're all here," Ye Chen said as he gently turned around and waved his hand forward. Instantly, an off-road vehicle resembling a civilian Hummer crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

If other villagers were to see this, gossip would inevitably follow. After all, because her parents had been arrested, she had previously been jilted by her fiancé.

She was originally the Goddess of Children in heaven, but having angered King Yama at a banquet, he destroyed her true form, leaving behind only a wisp of her soul. Taking pity on her, the Emperor granted her this human body, and her celestial mount followed her into the mortal realm, carrying her in its jaws to be raised by a family living at the foot of the mountain.

As everyone took their seats, the disciples of the Cold Moon Valley served up a sumptuous feast. Yet, as the newlyweds of the day, Leng Qing and Li Shan were still arranged to dine separately in two different rooms.

However, Jiang Ming suddenly changed the subject. "At that moment, Jin Ping let out a great roar, as if the color of heaven and earth drained away, and our bodies trembled uncontrollably. It turned out that the Heavenly Blade Jin Ping had broken through to the realm of the Martial Ancestor!" This news left everyone present in shock and awe.

The surface of the tracking mirror flashed, and Ye Bingquan, wrapped in gauze from head to toe like a traditional Chinese rice dumpling, appeared on the screen.

Leng Yanqiu immediately came to her senses. Leng Yu had previously mentioned having some entanglement with that Li Ling; could it be that the two of them really had something going on?

Li Ling had just stated that the Black Wood Tribe, the Black Wind Stronghold, and the Black Phoenix Tribe belonged to the same clan. The Ghost Forest, feared by ordinary people, was no problem at all in Li Ling's eyes. If Yumen Village marched south, could the Wuwang Temple possibly resist them?

Since it was hard labor either way, why shouldn't she take a gamble? At least that way, she could still see a glimmer of hope, couldn't she?

"Uncle, goodbye." Bai Xiyan gazed longingly at that patch of woods, her eyes swimming with an unresolved sorrow.

"What a domineering and imposing blade!" Situ Kong suddenly rose from his seat, finding himself irresistibly stepping forward toward the saber.

"Ming'er, haven't you already advanced to become a Grand Magus?" Duanmu Minghuo asked in astonishment.

You shouldn't have gone in! A voice in her heart whispered. He was simply not the same man he used to be; the Qi Tianhao of the past was long dead. Why couldn't you help yourself from coming to say goodbye? Why must you still care about him and worry over him? Preserve the very last shred of dignity left in your heart, and stop tangling with him!