Chapter 31

"Good man, do you mean to say that you still have worldly matters left unfinished? Is that how I should understand it?" Indra, seated upon a white elephant, asked me with a chuckle.

"Oh, heavens!" Zhang Tingting shrieked. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw herself into my arms, her hands clutching my waist tightly.

Duan Jiaojiao looked stunningly beautiful at this moment. Her features were exquisite, and her expression now carried a hint of tenderness, so lovely it was intoxicating.

I saw the deep, bottomless cleavage and the allure revealed within, a sight that stirred deep longing. She took my hand and led me toward her.

Thus, while a person’s seven spirits, life soul, and sentient soul vanish along with the signs of physical life, the soul itself does not. After death, the soul leaves the body; if it cannot find a new host within a certain time, it will dissipate.

I had actually suspected this for a long time, but once it was confirmed, I still collapsed onto the stairs, closing my eyes in agony.

For some time now, the chubby young man had come to my supermarket rain or shine every day, buying cheap items while stealing my more valuable goods.

That may be so, but Emperor Shengzong knew that Leizhou originally had only three thousand garrison troops, and even after Song Hai was sent there, it only had ten thousand.

After changing my clothes, I suddenly felt curious and asked her why she didn't carry any weapons when she went out. Wouldn't it be dangerous if she encountered any trouble?

Therefore, methods for mental attacks and defenses emerged. By using one’s spirit to channel the power of heaven and earth, one could achieve various effects, allowing mental power to strengthen easily—much like a person mounting a horse or goods loaded onto a boat; there are always ways to invoke external forces to bolster one's own mental energy.

Professor X, who had been resting his chin on his hand, suddenly spoke up. His certainty caused everyone else to turn and look at him.

Another strange, muffled thud echoed. This time, everyone looked at each other, realizing no one had been playing a prank.

However, she scanned her surroundings and noticed that the people in this area seemed to be of very high status, sitting motionless like grand old dowagers, behaving with true elegance.

"Shen Yuzhi, what are you doing!" Wen Ruxu's low cry made Chang An regain his senses. He hurriedly looked up, only to see Shen Yuzhi dragging Wen Ruxu away.

Regarding the Heart Realm, he did not intend to tell Ao Guang. After all, if Ao Guang were to learn of such things, it might not be a good thing.

He was also loyal to the Emperor, but now that the one he was loyal to was dead, where was he to go? Who was he to serve next?

Before he could finish his sentence, another kick landed. His older brother struck him in the back of the knee, forcing him to his knees.

Zhu Xiongying spoke, but in his heart, he had already decided to make a birthday cake for his Imperial Grandfather for the Longevity Festival.

If Alice hadn't barged in, he could have deployed all the tribulation-transcending elders of the Holy Clan to retake the Bloody Front.

After making the entire wounded camp look brand new, he greeted Lan Yu and left the capital garrison, heading toward the palace to invite Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao to witness a demonstration of his wound treatment method.

Just as An Ding City was shrouded in a desolate chill, Black Pockmark had already appeared fifty miles away, traveling through the night toward the Great Bazaar.

Cultivators turned gamblers are a frantic breed. The three terrorists dared not enter the city, so they contacted Brother Bo via a primordial communication link, hoping for intelligence support to stir up trouble and ruin the Grand Tournament.

And so, the envoy decided to use a switcheroo, sending the real Princess Jielan to the Left Sage King's residence and the fake one to the Chanyu's palace.

Tuoba Xue retreated in terror, then fled back to the inn. She returned to her room and wept in secret. She did not know how to explain her inner conflict to her senior brother, He Liang. She could not clearly define how much affection and duty were contained in the fifteen years of care Helian Jinyan had shown her, but it stood before her, undeniable.

"Bring the map," Yan Zhen said in a low voice. In a moment, Yan Fengliu produced the map.

Many recognized Wang Chen. In an instant, the entire cafeteria erupted. Perhaps the ordinary students had been feeling too oppressed lately; seeing Wang Chen teach those martial artists a lesson brought them relief, and they subconsciously began to view him as their savior.

"Whoosh!" A sword aura grazed the soles of her feet, slicing off the soles of her shoes along with a patch of skin from her feet.

"Who are you?" The lean, tall man with a semi-bald head, roughly thirty years of age, stared intently at Xia Mei.

Lin Yi saw it at a glance: standing near the edge of the crowd ahead, the tall, moving, and elegant figure was indeed Hua Die.

"Brother Yi, were you talking about the area near the Night Fragrance Hotel?" Meng Chu'er's gentle, melodious voice drifted over.

Perhaps she simply preferred that place, or perhaps... with such a major incident happening to Xiao Zeyu, she must be quite sad as well.

"If it doesn't work, kill them all." The cold words were spoken with chilling precision.

When the uncle chef asked Su Shu how she marinated it, she didn't hide a thing, writing down the detailed steps for him and telling him to have Liang Zhenguo ask her if he didn't understand anything later.

Luo Lin’s entire body ignited with a true fire, so brilliant and dazzling that the entire sky was dyed green. That green flame originated from Luo Lin's soul fire, burning fiercely toward the remains of the ten demigods. At this moment, he looked like a war god of the human race.

Meetings were a tradition before holidays. He listened as Wang Jiong casually remarked, "One-sixth of your high school life has already passed."

Song Yuanchao’s gaze was filled with immense admiration, but Qin Zhengguo was different. He had never seen Ying Caixia dressed like this before. He stared at her, his eyes unblinking, so fixated that not only did it seem like his eyeballs would fall out, but he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Outside the house, Ling Yeyan stood expressionless under the eaves like a temple guardian, saying nothing.

Lin Yueying called out to Chu Lin, having completely forgotten about the argument they had just had.

Although Xu Yanning had been by his side offering reassurances, telling him that Lu Siyao was likely not in life-threatening danger...