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Both of them were startled.

Su Yun sat dumbfounded on the bed—was she really that strong?

He Mian let out a muffled groan as his rear met the floor with a thud. The alcohol had dulled his senses, making him slow to react; a few seconds passed before the pain truly registered.

Su Yun switched on the light, flooding the room with brightness.

The sudden glare stung their eyes. Once Su Yun regained her composure, she saw He Mian sitting on the floor, his hand resting on the bed, looking adorably bewildered.

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Chiang Kai-shek had also sent many people to spy on Wang Hanzhang. Yet Wang Hanzhang simply built schools in every city, appointing these spies as instructors and then training his own men with their teachings. This left Chiang utterly perplexed by Wang Hanzhang's intentions, especially since Wang had no hesitation whatsoever when it came to transporting weapons, grain, and other supplies—he agreed to every request, eager to get them to Chongqing as quickly as possible.

Having thoroughly recalled all the fragments of soul information, Wang Feng settled himself cross-legged in his courtyard. He was utterly still—but only for a moment. Soon, an intense and formidable aura began to radiate from him.

From these stringent conditions, it was clear just how difficult it was to break through a soul force barrier. No wonder, then, that even across the entire cultivation continent, soul cultivators were exceedingly rare. To find someone as monstrous as Wu Hao, who cultivated both brute force and soul force, was even more uncommon.

Now, Lin Yang was eager to uncover the origins of Chuan Xiao, and he saw this opportunity as the perfect chance to investigate.

“What’s going on? Why is this happening? Could it be that all five of my main acupoints have been opened?” Wu Hao tried again, but the result was the same. Only then did he realize this was all real.

Seeing how powerful the other’s soul imprint was, it tried to shrink back and hide, but at this point, there was simply nowhere to escape.

Chu Yun hadn’t expected Xu Fan and his wife to come; they had kept their arrival in Beijing remarkably secret, only calling him after they’d reached the competition venue. That they’d brought Chen Xuyang along, too, was even more of a surprise.

“Sigh, how much longer will it take? Let me be clear—I have to be at Nanyu Technology Limited by two o’clock sharp this afternoon.” Chu Yun wasn’t sure how many times he’d sighed already that day. He glanced at his watch and finally gave in.

“That won’t do. We must return to the inner space. With so many experts on the other side, how could just the four of you possibly resist them?” the Grand Elder exclaimed in alarm.

Once the area had been cleared, Ye Shaoyang jumped down and looked around. The so-called Five-Colored Mystic Stone, for all its grand-sounding name, appeared utterly ordinary—just a large river stone, brown in color. The only difference was that its surface was etched with strange, indecipherable symbols.

“I’m not sure how you’ve cultivated, but at such a young age, you already possess such strength,” Ancestor Xiang Tengsong remarked to Mo Ke in admiration.

Although Qin Tian had crossed paths with this person a few times and exchanged some idle conversation, she never would have imagined that, when the Xuanwu Sect was intent on killing him, this very person—herself a disciple—would publicly save him from their deadly formation.

What is yours will always be yours. If it isn’t, even lying side by side in the same bed is meaningless if their heart belongs to someone else.

You Jun was a little moved; the Chiyou before him bore little resemblance to the war god clad in rhinoceros armor from ten thousand years ago. Yet from the overwhelming force displayed in his recent punch—the power to shatter mountains and rivers—he was able to deduce Chiyou’s identity.

These past few days, Lin Bixiao had behaved obediently in front of Bi Qianmo, but in her heart, she still held plenty of grievances. Only here, in front of Qiao Qin, did she finally let it all out.

Moreover, Robert’s long-standing interest in Bi Qianmo had led him to gather every detail related to Di Hua, including information on their collaboration with the Su family, in hopes of persuading Brown.

Thinking of Flathead, Ye Shaoyang was overcome with guilt. Fortunately, Flathead had only lost his cultivation and was returned to his original form—he hadn’t lost his life. That, at least, was some consolation.