Volume 1, Chapter 31: Brain Death

Instinctively leaning forward, the pale face came fully into view before Long Jingteng, the bluish veins standing out clearly, the dark bruises around the eye sockets barely a finger’s breadth away from him.

Zhao Yi shouted hoarsely while Han Yaru walked expressionlessly toward the television station entrance, her delicate and fragile profile captured by the camera.

Their main responsibility lay with the eastern city wall—thirteen zhang high, thirteen zhang buried underground, nine chi thick, stretching over three hundred li in length—constructed from more than thirty million finely fired green bricks made from the yellow mud dredged from the thirty-meter-wide, thirty-meter-deep moat outside the wall, an endeavor that served dual purposes.

Now that the emperor intended to strike against the Guo family, it was clear that sending Jiang Huai to Xichang had granted him great security. The loyal ministers of Changxin had lost their most vital foundation, presenting an opportune moment to uproot them from the court.

Lin Chutian’s expression grew grave; he could discern that the strength of these two individuals likely surpassed that of Yin Tianqiu.

As long as others treated him well, naturally Li Moyan would reciprocate, for human relations are built on mutual respect. One-sided devotion seldom endures; by now, no one is a fool—they all understand the ways of the world.

The blazing sun hung high, and the bluestone pavement had grown scorching hot; some mischievous souls placed eggs on it, which soon cooked under the heat.

In the celestial realm, someone immediately descended to the surface to check on the powerful figure, while the others’ expressions shifted, their eyes toward Lin Chutian filled with awe and fear.

Jiang Ming bowed his head deeply, not daring to look up at the two. When the princess singled him out, his whole body tensed as if bracing for an impending assault.

“Spirit... I want food,” the black dragon said with a hint of arrogance upon noticing Aidi was not nearby.

There was also the reason Milan had long avoided confronting his feelings. “Zhou Tian, do you think I have a chance?” Qiao Weian hesitated for a long moment before sighing and asking.

Du’s family was dragged away by Lai Sanzi, who pulled her roughly while she cursed and accused him of impropriety.

Although Leng Rongrong’s fame hadn’t lasted very long, her acting was impeccable, and she was generally well-liked, thus highly respected within domestic film crews.

The point difference between the two sides narrowed to under ten points, and by now only two rounds of offense had passed for the Bobcat team.

After all, he was the principal investor; without his funding, the film would scarcely proceed.

Thus, when the disheveled beauty Zhao was released, her appearance was unbearable to behold, and her odor was suffocatingly pungent.

At this moment, Qin Feng showed no fear toward the mutated husky; instead, he adopted the demeanor of its master.

Han Lu frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then tossed out, “Wait a moment,” before returning to the inner chamber.

Mo Linyuan said nothing, sitting coldly, his forehead slick with cold sweat betraying the pain he endured.

But in this era, everyone tended to sweep only the snow from their own doorsteps; no one cared for others’ children.

Hearing the question, the old man nodded, looking at the weary couple with a tone that carried gentle counsel.

A summons prompted those nearby to withdraw, even Su’s mother left, but her gaze toward Chen Lixuan was filled with hatred.

“Li Changfeng, are you alright?” Mu Yunqian’s face paled completely as she tried to pull him aside to check.

“Well... Great Demon King, don’t cause trouble, there are others here, and we must consider their feelings, right?” She even used Qu Ruyan as a shield.

Within the court, the conflicts involved only three factions; now, the other two had left the capital due to the palace coup, leaving Li Changfeng as the sole rightful heir.

Along the way, they encountered many soul beasts, but with Wang Ming’s formidable strength, he defeated them all effortlessly.

After submitting this task, Wang Ming leveled up again. On the way, he enhanced his equipment, further boosting his attributes.

She secretly resolved to change the fates of Xie Shuyi and Li Yunchuan. Having suffered heartbreak herself, she could no longer bear to witness such tragedy befall others.

Ni Shang stared blankly at Chen Yang, feeling for the first time that this man before her was not as she had first thought; instead, she found herself admiring and liking him more.

Xu Jiaxin’s subsequent schedule was handled by her assistant coordinating with the company, spending all her time on the plane; any upcoming engagements would be arranged through the assistant, and Xu Jiaxin would simply follow the company’s plan.

Honestly, the Huang family’s betrothal gifts were indeed generous: clothing, hats, shoes, socks—everything was covered. Just the fine fabric garments alone filled two trunks, and another box contained exquisite pastries, so fragrant and beautifully presented that it made one’s mouth water. Huzi, for one, secretly swallowed several bites.

But Chu Feng understood this was the effect of heavenly energy on the spirit. When the Fire Element’s Chan Sheng true energy reached its peak, the body gradually emitted a special aura, like a burning flame.

What exactly was performed in the film that day, Ye Li could not recall afterward—only that it seemed very funny, causing her tears to fall several times from laughter.

Though still somewhat uneasy inside, after all, he was the master; he could not disobey the master’s commands.

Indeed, there was a venom storage area on her body, immune to poison. However, if the poison sac were injured and venom leaked throughout, even she could not resist it. The venom spreading on other tissues would soon dissolve them into a pool of pus and blood.

As the leader of the Xuan Sect, Kunlun had only eight Heavenly Immortal stage disciples since the second generation first disciple Situ Yi’s defection; there were seven thousand Earth Immortal stage cultivators, over ten thousand scattered immortal cultivators, and merely tens of thousands of newborn bloodlines at the innate and acquired stages.

Looking at the youth before him, whose appearance and attire matched perfectly the one from his dreams, was this not his current face?

“They’re coming,” sensing the growing commotion, the two—whether intentionally or not—drew closer to her. King Aida, fearing being caught up in the fray, abandoned stealth and quickly turned to flee.