Day 29: Nothing to think about.

Guan Su stood tall, her fair face flushed with excitement. She offered Du Mo a gentle smile, and he returned it with equal tenderness; it was evident that the affection between the husband and wife was profound.

"I suppose she learned it from watching the theater troupe earlier." As the weather grew warmer, she had changed into lighter clothing, and her hair had been trimmed. With her charming eyes and rosy cheeks, one was reminded that she was only twenty-three or twenty-four, even if her usual temperament made her seem more mature.

Two new recruits were guarding the gate of the Flying Tiger Battalion. Having been there only a short time, they had never met the commander-in-chief. Seeing three people and three horses approaching from a distance, they immediately grew vigilant.

In the face of crisis, Xing Yu bit his tongue hard, temporarily suppressing his fear. Utilizing the Seven-Star Steps, his body instantly vanished from where he stood.

It was no wonder people said some were beyond saving. He had exhausted himself worrying about his foolish sister, patiently analyzing the pros and cons with her countless times. Seeing her with Luo Anqi, he had hoped she had finally come to her senses and realized the truth.

Man Wu had actually been defeated, and defeated by sheer strength! The followers from the Seventh Region were struck with terror.

Sha Tao had hoped to see fear in Li Chenxuan’s eyes, but he saw nothing of the sort. Instead, a bloodthirsty glint flickered in Sha Tao’s own gaze; the ferocious killing intent on his face made him look less like a man and more like a beast—a bloodthirsty monster.

"Master Chenyang has managed to take the lead," remarked a youth in white standing beside Yun Chongxiao. At a glance, it was Li Jianyi.

"Send someone to negotiate with Xiong Zhen. Tell him the Sky Dragon Eagle tribe is willing to join forces with the Violent Bear tribe to drive out these outsiders first, and then we can discuss the distribution of the Body-Tempering Bell Spirit Milk," Ying Cang commanded after a moment of thought.

"Old Master, if I recall correctly, our school has a Traditional Chinese Painting Club, a Tea Ceremony Club, and even a Baji Fist Club, don't we?" Liu Xu did not answer directly, but instead looked at Old Master Qiao and asked in return.

Fiji was still in a daze when he suddenly felt a great force pulling him, followed by a rush of fragrance. It turned out he had been pulled to her side by Cui Keke.

He knew that although he had stabilized the imperial court, he lacked any truly trustworthy armed force. Once these warlords were provoked into rebellion, the situation would become uncontrollable.

Within the Demon Pool, countless demon soldiers emerged, holding black banners high. They were perfectly disciplined, their aura soaring to the heavens.

Mu Qing could not help but burst into laughter beside Ji Liao. It was fortunate she currently had no physical form, or she surely would have laughed until she cried.

To describe their status as "fallen" was entirely accurate. In this era, the lowest social status belonged to prostitutes and entertainers, a category that included actors and stage performers; naturally, those who performed tricks were also counted among them.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I am taking only the old yellow ox; everything else belongs to you," Ji Liao shouted into the inner room three times.

Wusheng possessed a courage beyond the imagination of ordinary men, daring to pursue the true Dao on the very threshold of life and death.

"Are there not the Imperial Guards? We must not let Master Wang Mao’s kindness go to waste," Master Hai said with a smile.

Xu Ming, who had slain the two Supreme Elders of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, held a precious longsword stained with blood. Crimson liquid dripped slowly from the slanted tip of the blade.

"By the way, Teacher, you said you had something to tell us. What exactly is it?" Zhou Bai and Zhang Ziyi both nodded respectfully. They had a certain understanding of the entertainment industry and were certainly not naive enough to think it was simple.

"After the age of sixteen, the demon race must undergo a two-year trial period. During this time, once they smell the scent of their fated lover, they will manifest their soul." Yun Duo, who had been struggling in his arms, ceased her movements.

After clarifying the details, Lin Ye calmly clicked on the milky-white [Daddy Red Envelope].

Xuan Mo heard the crowd's whispers but offered no response, simply sitting down on his own. After all, there was no need for him to reply.

Xuan Mo shook his hands, looking at the stunned group. Though his face remained expressionless, he was immensely satisfied on the inside.

As Si Anjin leaped into the magma and began to cultivate within it, a cold voice sounded once more. The system still had not detected any issues.

Upon hearing the voice, Ye Feinan turned around immediately. Confirming it was Liao Qing’s voice, he did not go over to investigate.

Hidden within the three stones were precious treasures—materials for crafting weapons that only a cultivator could utilize.

In the void, the Night of the Screen projected all the illusions, like cinematic flashbacks, into Lan Ruizhe’s mind.

Over these past few days, Ma Hongjun had not only strengthened his physique significantly, but his Phoenix Flame had also grown far more powerful than before, coming infinitely close to the Ultimate Flame, lacking only a hair's breadth.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded inwardly. In that case, the Xiao Clan had truly gone to great lengths to win him over.

The two fist energies of the Bear-man merged, erupting with terrifying power. When they struck the attacks of the Funiu Mountain group, a thunderous roar exploded, shaking the area for miles around.

"Heh! Today’s battle shall decide who is superior!" Xuanyuan Duanfei sneered, his Qionghua sword slashing forward violently.

He used policies such as building houses and providing equipment with tax exemptions to defend the borders, encouraging people from the interior to settle in the frontier lands voluntarily. At the same time, he implemented military management over these border defenders.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon-Refining Ancestor was already a supreme powerhouse of the Immortal Realm, his strength peerless under heaven! Especially after the disappearance of the Olympian gods, there was simply no one left in the world capable of restraining him.

"Director, I... I don't quite understand what you mean. Are you dissatisfied with my performance?" Zheng Hui, that silly girl, asked him naively.

But that evening, as he was planning the next activity with his brothers as usual, an uninvited guest arrived right after the evening study session ended.

"Yes, Sect Leader!" Elder Mingyi knelt in salute, then walked to the left of the main hall. From the dense display of golden light boxes, he retrieved the Sect Leader’s Seal, which rested on a sandalwood pedestal, and returned to the front of the hall. With a soft "whoosh" and a tremor in the void, the seal appeared in the hands of the Sect Leader.