32 The Thirty-Second Day Since Reincarnating as Rimuru

The Phantom Enchantress took the warm roasted fish, extended her delicate hand to tear off a piece of tender white flesh, and brought it to her nose to inhale. The rich aroma, accompanied by golden oil, slowly seeped from the fish. Zhang Yilu gently sat on the chair by the bedside, gazing lovingly at his wife. The fire of anger in his chest flared up again; no man with even a shred of blood in his veins could endure such a thing. A man accustomed to licking blood from the tip of a blade—how could he stand by and watch his wife be wronged?

"I truly didn't know. Had I known, I would have purified all three of you outright. Those left behind would only bring harm to the world, especially you," Qiu Ruoming, attached to Long Ying, retorted defiantly.

"You, Senior Yao Tian, you cannot treat us like this," Mu Nan San panicked. The affairs of the Ancient Immortal Alliance were scarcely known even in the Immortal Realm. If Zhongcheng really revealed them, then even if the two returned, they would have no chance of survival.

Those who had not died felt fortunate to have survived an encounter with the Minotaur Chieftain, but as the chieftain lifted his left foot and stomped down hard over their heads, several streaks of white light flashed instantly.

The sky darkened further; dust swirled everywhere. Then Zhang Jiao cast a handful of beans into the air. As the beans fell to the ground, they transformed into a large army of heavenly soldiers. Zhang Jiao pointed his long sword, and the celestial troops charged toward the imperial army’s main formation.

"Understood, Master. Just say what needs to be done," Wuwei said firmly.

Those words today were spoken loudly by Old Zhou, and his tone was tinged with bitterness. How could they not be shocked?

With a thunderous boom in the midwinter month, light suddenly burst forth again, its brilliance restored to full splendor. Within the hundred-zhang battle realm it created, blood rained upward once more, accompanied by gusts of a bloody, foul wind.

Yang Lin understood that his Divine Sea had already transformed into a cosmic furnace, a testament to his body’s ultimate resilience. At this moment, he was more like a walking energy absorber, capable of indiscriminately drawing in the energies of heaven and earth anytime, anywhere.

Bai Qu tottered forward, the person on the bed covered with a white cloth. "Shen Yi," Bai Qu whispered hoarsely, trembling, but there was no response. The entire hall was deathly silent.

---

After considering various elixirs and thinking of items his family might need, Jiang Bingru found bottles of pills appearing one after another in the treasure trove.

When he came back to his senses, the weariness that had clouded Xiao Ning’s eyes gradually receded until it completely vanished.

In truth, marriage need only follow six simple words: loyalty, responsibility, and devotion! Yet I dare say that half the people in a marriage cannot even uphold the first.

The meal was a fusion of Eastern and Western cuisine: a cold dish, three or four hot dishes, accompanied by staple foods, desserts, and fruit.

"What nonsense about the Crown Prince’s mansion! Even the emperor himself cannot act so arbitrarily! For the sake of the Four Joys today, we might as well storm in—come what may, we will bring my sister out!" Li Side grew agitated, picking up a stone from the roadside, ready to charge.

Pei Fangmiao was about to explain how pitiful he was, but he noticed Han Xiqing’s face twisted in suppressed laughter, her eyes flickering with amusement.

Qian Xixi, a grown man, though slender, was over 1.8 meters tall. Now, she was about 1.6 meters tall. Trying to carry him home seemed unrealistic, especially since she did not know where his home was.

At the fourth realm, internal energy returns to its source, condensing into a single force. Every move and strike could unleash tremendous power. In the martial world, such a person was considered a top-tier warrior.

"Alright, Dad, Yi Ge has something to do. We can take a taxi back ourselves," Jiang Yu said, her thoughts leaning more toward the man when recalling what Xia Yi had said in the ward that day.

Sang Ruo spread her spiritual energy, enveloping the Deep Blue Swamp ring, clearly seeing a shamanic model engraved within it.

Yet Zhu Zitao seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed solely on Lu Yaxin as he gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks.

---

The Hundred Flowers Valley’s ability to cooperate—and not be dominated by a single cultivation expert—also testified to its profound roots.

Those at the front feared the bandits and tried to flee, but those behind, not hearing the city gate officers’ orders, pressed forward desperately, rushing past hesitant soldiers. They pounded on the gates, anxiously seeking to escape.

Yet a difficult problem remained: how to get the clan elders of the Pan family to accept Qin Chen as their "ancestor."

It was clearly the dirty old sage Cory who had grabbed him and forcibly stolen his belongings using a separation potion. When he sought justice, he was beaten to the ground like a dead dog, ridiculed by all.

Sang Ruo noticed something off in Dominic’s eyes and grew cautious, quietly shaking her head.

Sparring was a matter between Elder Qin and Lord Xue. Besides, County Magistrate Xue had official duties to attend to—not a wandering martial artist with idle time.

Qian Yun, as a Ministry of Personnel official, had to recommend talents to the ruler, carefully considering the suitability of each person for their roles.

While everyone was discussing how to resolve the matter, Yue Han entered the courtyard clutching his chest. His face was pale, breath uneven. Slowly sitting on a stool, he coughed several times before regaining his breath.

Shang Xin frowned at the fried bamboo worms, for they were unmistakably a plate of deep-fried insects, which upset his stomach terribly.