Chapter 40: A Night of Turbulent Passion

The room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the faint sound of wind from outside the window. Jiang Yu’s heart beat wildly, like the pounding of drums. Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, yet Fu Boyun’s words seemed etched into her mind, impossible to erase.

Fu Boyun drew closer, the distance between them shrinking, his breath lightly brushing past her ear. She wanted to push him away, but found herself powerless before him.

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Yet, Skinny Qiang had rarely seen those people act; only under special circumstances would he witness such a scene.

“What? Unable to ascend to the divine stage?” Chen Wuji shot to his feet. He only needed to take one pill and would immediately become divine, and now someone was telling him that in this realm, it was impossible to achieve divinity? Was this a joke?

If he clung to such scruples, his mother and sister would go hungry. He could bear hardship himself, but he would never let his mother and sister starve.

Everyone stared at Chen Wuji. They all knew him, but this cultivator seemed unfamiliar to them.

Thanks to Sister Yang’s arrangements, the people surrounding the garden had all been cleared away, leaving the area as quiet as if time itself had paused.

“Are you still angry?” Xiahou Yuan had been explaining for a long time, but Lü Qingcheng remained silent, her bright smile gone from her face.

A shattered family, a destroyed sect, bloodlines drained away—what more was left but to be ambushed and forced into rebirth?

She simply took out her phone, lowered her gaze, unlocked the screen, and posted to her social feed, visible only to the Qin family’s rats.

At that moment, Mu Tianyu was somewhat stunned, for she knew exactly how powerful her attack was.

Without waiting for a reply, Su Rui, along with Lin and Liu, who were still standing nearby, turned and left together.

Even the Grand Elder was slightly weaker than Uncle Fu, despite the three of them all being peak masters of internal strength.

Arriving at the tavern at the foot of the Mingyue Sect’s mountain, Chen Xin’er felt panic rising. The forces of good and evil were irreconcilable, and she suspected Murong Aotian had discovered her identity and would hand her over. As she secretly planned her escape, she unexpectedly encountered Li Shu, an elite disciple of Mingyue Sect.

After he finished speaking, Lord Zhang Tian hurriedly stood up to give his seat. He knew he had no qualifications to act high and mighty in front of Yao Zhongguo. Besides, being able to sit with Master Ye for so long in front of so many big shots was already more than enough for his reputation.

“I hear your City of Sacrifice possesses an altar leading to the magical world.” The Green Vine Demon King’s expression stiffened, clearly prompted by some hidden warning.

In the kingdom of Nanzhao, adjacent to Jianchuan’s Yanggong City, Li Mao, Ma, Gao Shi, Li Mi, and a host of southwestern generals were gathered in the command tent, their eyes fixed intently on the map of Nanzhao hanging on the rack.

“Wealth? If Brother Yan seeks wealth, he’s come to the wrong place. Here, there are only swords and death. The riches Brother Yan desires, I cannot offer.” Gao Shang stood with his hands behind his back, glancing coldly at Yan Zhuang.

On a battlefield full of mechs, someone entering without armor immediately drew everyone’s attention. The star pirates longed to see Xu Feng torn limb from limb.

At this moment, the beasts’ assault was entirely within the defenders’ tolerance in Gulai City. The Queen, wrapped in golden serpents, ran directly toward Di Lumu and the others engaged in battle.

“So, you’ve figured it out?” As the Eagle King boasted, Arash suddenly interjected sarcastically. As the first heroic spirit summoned by Xia Bai, he’d already been assimilated in certain ways—like never missing a chance to mock whenever possible.

“High Priest…” Seeing this, the faces of the Flame Tribe in the village were filled with disbelief. The High Priest had fled, abandoning them to escape alone?

After Gu Chen killed the middle-aged man, he glanced at the crowd, sneered, and then motioned to Wang Hai and the others to follow him into the palace.

Tens of thousands of years later, Wang Yuan once again embarked on the path of self-destruction. This time, with Old Wang guiding him, he could bypass obstacles and reach the destination directly.

Even if one started learning from the womb, mastering such a level of technique would still require more time. After all, Tang Chen’s age was a limiting factor.

Watching Xu Sheng groaning and rolling under the blows and kicks of the trio, Zhang Cuishan remained unmoved, but Shen Li’s heart softened in the end.

Here, the King of Greed recognized Big Mouth at a glance and immediately knew who the people ahead were. Unlike his two brothers, the King of Greed remembered the key figures of the Dragon Glory Empire’s major forces. After hearing the King of Foolishness speak, he realized today’s matter would not end well—facing these masters of Dragon City, he had no courage left.

Everything in this world seemed destined to be erased, as if all would be rebuilt anew, with Zhang Cuishan’s attacks shaken off completely. Meeting Zhang Cuishan head-on, he threw a punch with unmatched force.

“Zhou Cheng, are you feeling unwell?” Su Ting placed her delicate hand on Zhou Cheng’s shoulder, blushing shyly.

From now on, as long as there were no other men around her, he would quietly watch over her, waiting until she gave her consent.

The issue wasn’t whether there were enough gatherers, but whether the Blood Battle Society had the strength to back it up. The Pearl Sea Strand was a narrow golden coastline, separated by cliffs at intervals, divided into ten equal sections.

“Soul liquid?” Lord Gongsun frowned slightly. “Though Hua Rong and I guard the soul liquid’s source, we can’t collect it at will. If needed, we must follow the rules, just like ordinary immortals, and undergo the trial. Do you need the soul liquid urgently?” Lord Gongsun asked.