Chapter 39: Unleashing Divine Power
Crown Prince’s Residence.
“Your Highness, that fellow Ye Cheng sent someone over with a letter,” Shangguan Feiyan reported as she entered the study.
“Is he not used to living outside and wants to come back?” Ling Xiaoyue smiled softly, shaking her head.
She took the letter from Shangguan Feiyan’s hand...
Opinions varied, all stemming from differences in strength and perspective, yet everyone was intently watching the contest unfold on the field.
Gu Xiyan’s steps faltered, her eyelashes trembling lightly. Gathering her coat around herself, she walked toward the car.
But why did Brother Xiong tell her not to make the marquis’s noble status public? Only after getting his permission could she disclose it, for now, it could only be spread in private.
At that moment, an unusual surge of energy emanated, causing the entire pill-refining chamber to sway slightly. Cai’er felt the strange fluctuations as well, sensing they originated from the chamber.
Clearly, Shangguan Fei was now Old Nine’s apprentice; whatever he did, he had to consult his master. For Shangguan Fei’s request, Old Nine did not answer immediately, but pondered for a while.
Ji Lingruo’s face maintained a gentle smile, never uttering a word to interfere, making it impossible to discern her true thoughts.
“My skills are shallow, my bloodline hasn’t awakened, I haven’t learned any advanced survival techniques!” Red-Tailed Crocodile Turtle answered sheepishly.
Ye Feng’s body was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring every stream of spiritual energy. The energy flowed into his body, merged into his meridians, circulated once, and then obediently settled into the vortex within his dantian, which was slowly growing stronger.
Seeing her like this, Shang Muyan’s heart ached. He could only rise slightly, his large hand reaching toward her inner thighs, wanting to see if she was ready. Yet, just as he sat up and his hand had not yet touched her flower, his burning desire was suddenly enveloped by a scorching heat.
“According to Lin Feng’s account, that means this news was released by a man called Xiao Guo?” Azure Dragon asked.
His right arm was finally set; he let out a long breath. But in the next second, a chill rose from his spine, rushing straight to his brain.
A pair of decayed, foul-smelling arms suddenly reached out, grabbing their pant legs and slowly climbing upward.
The village head, leaning on his cane, resolutely blocked Father Lin and Madam Miao, breaking off the crooked thoughts of the old house. He stated bluntly: if Old Master Lin truly could not make it, the third son and his wife escorting him would be kindness; if not, they would bear no guilt.
Nevertheless, Su Shengze always watched the distance between himself and his teammates, never letting them stray too far, fearing he might fail to protect them.
A slender senbon sliced open Kan Juro’s arm; wincing in pain, Kan Juro dropped the Konoha Pill.
These zombies were unexpectedly hard to deal with. Even teaming up with He Yu, it took great effort to kill just a dozen, and yet another classmate died among them.
Her funeral was attended by only a handful of family members; no friends or classmates came to mourn her. After all, she never had any friends.
“Zhou Yuting, he is the Lin family’s ancestor, a super powerhouse who has lived four or five hundred years,” Lin Feng took the initiative to introduce.
Villager A shivered as he reached out to check his breath; finding none, his body froze. Just as he was about to turn, a sharp pain suddenly struck his head.
After all, one infected person could expose a thousand more, the risk immense, spreading across the whole town—it was only a matter of time. False reporting and concealment were impossible to track; the county office could do little but try to comfort the people and prevent major panic.
Jin Sheng glanced at her, knowing she was intentionally picking faults. In the past, she never spoke like this; on the surface, she never deliberately targeted her. Lately, her words had grown increasingly pointed.