Volume One Chapter Thirty-Eight: Apologize to Her!

After Liu Mofan executed those heinous criminals, their sinister souls were sealed away by him, all according to Xiao Feng's instructions. If they refused to obey Nangong Rongyao's orders, not only would they fail to escape, but their entire faction would have to bear the wrath of the Gate of Light and Shadow.

Throughout that year, Yulong Feifei never paused for a single day. Every day he pushed himself, every day he broke through his limits, and each day he grew stronger. He still remembered the sound and smile of his grandmother, her gentle expression, and the love she showered upon him.

This was Lin Feng's greatest concern at present. He sensed that the sudden appearance of so many Fallen Immortals and Reverse Fallen Immortals was no accident, but deliberately orchestrated. He could detect the scent of conspiracy, but the truth remained elusive, for his understanding of the Chaos Realm was woefully lacking.

The five finally reached the shore, accompanied by Zhao Mu and the others' wild shouts as they leapt with all their strength.

Had he intervened when they first attacked him, the room would likely be littered with corpses by now.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, that was Senior Ling's own decision. Please leave for now, and forgive us for today," Ling Shan apologized with some embarrassment.

Shen Wushuang was shocked; in swordsmanship, he was no match for Shi. Moreover, Shi's attacks weren't limited to swordplay, but included powerful punches as well. Every blow struck Shen Wushuang's sturdy shield with immense force, leaving him frustrated and uneasy.

Lin Ming shook his head. He had indeed harbored murderous thoughts earlier, brought on by Morinaga Mika—no, Moki Mika's death. He couldn't let it go, and hatred gradually filled his eyes.

Changsheng sneered inwardly. To guard against her with such vigilance—how could there be no secrets? Fortunately, she and Mingjing had anticipated this issue. But what measures would Mingjing take against this wicked servant today?

The village head thanked them profusely and departed with his son, insisting on leaving a gift, which Changsheng reluctantly accepted.

"Scoundrel! Hit him!" The white-haired man sprawled embarrassingly on the ground, and his bodyguards hurried to help him up.

Lost in confusion, the Princess Consort announced that she had arranged a banquet to celebrate Lady Jin's birthday and even prepared for the Prince a lavish gift, equal in value to the one given last year to the Princess of Xiangyi.

When he saw the round pot filled with a shimmering silver liquid, the flames in his eyes soared several feet high—in an instant, he recognized what was inside.

The senior and junior attendants of the Princess's residence were hosting a stranger eunuch for tea. Upon seeing Changsheng, they congratulated him. He felt relieved and respectfully received the imperial edict.

This man had confessed his love for her more than once, but she had always refused him bluntly. Unexpectedly, he had managed to find his way here.

All was calm; not even a passerby could be seen. The silence in the air was so profound that the classic metaphor came to mind—a dropped needle could be heard.

After joining forces with Xu Chu and Li Tong, Qianzhao worked tirelessly day and night to reinforce Huayin City and Tongguan, crafting defensive equipment and dispatching troops to guard the Tongguan ferry, lest the enemy attack from Hedong.

Her demeanor was calm, yet the clenched fists as she spoke betrayed her current state of mind.

"Good luck, I'm rooting for you!" With that, he popped a fruit into his mouth, making the chubby fellow swallow hard.

"The one who needs to forgive me is His Majesty, and my task now is to send you to meet him ahead of time," Su He Die said through gritted teeth.

After sending Gu Xi to the school gate, Ye Zhichen returned to his apartment in the city—a place purchased two years ago, conveniently close to his company.

If one falls for someone forbidden, perhaps withdrawing now, just as she has realized, might still be possible… there may still be time.

"But there’s no evidence." Ye Feiyang felt the situation was already troublesome enough, and now it was even worse for him. What could he possibly do?

Chang Gexing scoffed at this. He had deciphered the stele's inscription—it was merely an explanation of the universe. In fact, Chang Gexing believed the stele's contents were just one person's opinion, not true history.

Since a good ending was never fated for her, why should she suffer others’ indignities? Naturally, she would repay grievances and avenge wrongs.

Yiming Yue's mouthful of cake nearly fell out in fright when Yao Yanque suddenly appeared, and she looked to Qingfeng for help.

Over there, Luo Jie was quietly plotting to escape. Yun Xiao glanced at her disdainfully and casually tossed the Five Venom Beast, which next moment sent Luo Jie writhing on the ground with a shrill scream.

Imagine if the capital's electrical grid failed today—could everyone endure by candlelight at night? Perhaps for a bowlful, but could you endure it for a month?

"Director Tian, my superiors instructed me to follow your orders and fully cooperate with the police in apprehending criminals. So our SWAT team will take your lead," Ma Junhao thought to himself: If you say enter the mountain, we enter; if you say retreat, we retreat. I’ve resolved not to get involved further, so he answered evasively.

The matters after forming the Core were too distant for Yue Xuan to contemplate. After a moment of frustration, she decided not to dwell on it—she would take things step by step. The introductory chapter of the cultivation method could already be practiced, but a bit of preparation was still needed.