Chapter Thirty-Seven: Across the Frozen River

By the icy riverbank, Xiao Su placed one foot on the frozen surface, then turned and extended his hand to Ming Shuang, who stood on the far side.

“Would young Ling Xiaozi be willing to accompany me for a walk?” he asked.

The more gentle and courteous the requestor, the harder it is to refuse his invitation. Ming Shuang hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand in Xiao Su’s, carefully stepping onto the river’s frozen surface.

Since this was Ming Shuang’s first time walking on ice, Xiao Su, out of concern, held his hand with one of his own, and with the other, steadied him from behind at the shoulder. There was a proper distance between their backs and chests, with no hint of undue intimacy. For a moment, Ming Shuang felt that this Samoyed spirit was truly a gentleman.

On one side of the frozen river lay the woods Ming Shuang had just passed through; on the other, a hazy expanse stretched out.

The old monk arrived at a leisurely pace, glanced at Li Xiuyuan’s arm, which hung at an odd angle, and showed no sign of emotion. The elderly abbot personally set Li Xiuyuan’s dislocated limb back into place, then had someone help secure it.

Xu Zi was bundled up thickly: a pale yellow woolen coat, tall boots, black opaque stockings, and her lavender hair swept freely behind her. With light makeup, she truly looked like a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

Usually, if she asked a question, Ye Tian would surely respond, but this time it was as if he hadn’t heard at all.

The villagers’ faces shone with delight; Zhang Fan had brought them a grand enterprise, one built around their specialty—Dengnuo ham.

Many people also took out their phones or sat before their computers, ready to snatch up products the moment they became available.

Zhang Fan wore a gentle smile. The World Memory Championship is an international competition, founded in 1986; this year marks its thirtieth edition.

After about ten minutes, the ambulance arrived at the intersection of North Station Road and Bahexie First Road.

Due to a certain incident, Zhang Fan was thrust into the spotlight in America. Even the address of his villa was leaked; some people even gathered at his gates to protest, making Tang Qing and his security team uneasy.

“Jiang Tianchen! It was bad enough that you ruined the wedding, but now you’ve gone so far as to injure my father—don’t you think you’ve crossed the line?!” Jiang Tianyu shouted angrily.

The first impression was of great height—over 1.8 meters tall, making him a giant even in the north.

His hair was graying, his back slightly hunched, and wrinkles had crept up around his eyes.

Even so, Li Feng was drenched in sweat. He didn’t know the extent of the cultivators’ powers, nor the combat experience of this world.

Qin Fan was born with a natural spiritual root; the cultivation method he practiced could automatically draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In such a spiritually barren place, he found it difficult to settle.

Wu Chen swallowed back his shout to drive the horses, instead bending down to pat both men on the head before withdrawing his burning hands, awkwardly urging his mount northward.

The moment Master Xuanzhang touched Old Master Qin, Su Chen suddenly flashed to the bedside and grabbed Xuanzhang’s hand.

Zhou Tian had always been confident in his abilities. Although somewhat intimidated by Su Chen’s methods, his anger overwhelmed his reason.

Just as Huaci Shu returned to the Divine Mechanism Hub and had yet to settle in her seat, she suddenly sensed something and leapt out of the room.

Hearing the words, Niu Hongyao was so furious he could hardly bear it; he immediately called the higher-ups, causing a great commotion.

Ruan Xia rolled her eyes, reluctantly set the thunderstruck wood in place, and closed the passenger door.

The three major eastern leaders were all pale, their bodies trembling slightly. They exchanged glances, a trace of fear in their eyes.

Of course, without formal procedures, it wasn’t an official proposal—just two families tentatively testing each other’s intentions.

Given the choice between being eliminated and dragging the team down, Lin Yuyu would unhesitatingly choose the former. So, in this current predicament, she felt no regret; instead, her lips curled into a happy smile.

The two of them pulled with all their might. The corpse’s flesh and blood had already decayed; unable to withstand such rough handling, with a tear, the arm was ripped off, and both of them tumbled backward.

A look of utter confusion was written on Lu Xuan’s face. Returning home already seemed impossible; following those two extraordinary individuals was too dangerous. He might as well wander the depths himself—surely his luck wouldn’t be so bad as to constantly encounter transcendent martial artists.