Chapter 33: Crossing the Void Realm (1)

Not knowing how long the trip would take, Fu Yuan asked her supervisor for leave after finishing work.

The supervisor approved it promptly, reminding her to have a good time. Looking at the reply, Fu Yuan sighed to herself once more: it is truly wonderful to have connections...

That evening, Fu Yuan received a friend request on WeChat, presumably from a colleague at Bureau 224.

The user had a profile picture of a blooming peony and went by the nickname "Wealth and Prosperity."

They exchanged a few messages, but the other party’s replies were sluggish.

Even so, thanks to the doting nature of Ye Tianhao and the well-behaved demeanor of her two sons, she gradually began to emerge from the grief of losing A-Jing.

This was a habit formed after reaching the rank of Jinshi: rising at the first light of dawn to regulate her inner breath and expel the stale air.

As a Ghost Emperor of his realm, he naturally could not afford to lose his composure. Du Ziren suppressed his grief, eyes squeezed shut as if trying to force back his tears.

After all, his son’s current condition was dire; Zong Changming only prayed that his son would survive, no longer daring to hope for a return to his former health.

Ming Xi finally discovered the medicinal herb he had been searching for—the Tongue-Biting Tooth. He crawled over to harvest it, but a chill crept up his back. He realized that inside the cave beneath his feet, two massive eyes were glowing, each as large as a lantern.

He even wondered if he had already died and everything before him was merely a hallucination.

Although Jiangyuan was vast, it was sparsely populated. This was partly because it lay on the border, and its lord held a precarious status, leaving the family’s lineage less than prosperous.

Wang Wu did not even move; dozens of soul-locking chains erupted from him, piercing through all seven men, chilling their hearts and scattering their spirits.

After hearing Jingzhe’s recount, Grandpa Xu tapped the table in contemplation. "Store more grain. With grain in hand, there is no panic in the heart."

Another point was that his position was appointed directly by the Central Prefecture headquarters; aside from the six Inspectors, no faction or individual could shake his standing.

Tu Chenzi was quite irritated. Being pushed so hard, he found it impossible to unleash a powerful move, as such techniques always required a process of accumulation or activation.

Suddenly sensing a sharp pain in his mind, Li Qingyuan frowned. He understood that the thread of soul power he had left in the treehouse had been extinguished.

Many people did not cultivate but instead sat quietly on the peaks of the Holy Mountain, taking a final look at the scenery. Those skilled in painting began to capture every view surrounding the Holy Range.

Restrained by their elders, these people dared only harbor anger without speaking. As time passed, such resentment would clearly fade away.

"Okay, heading to Lucheng in Qiongzhou Province. Might as well enjoy the seaside scenery along the way." Liu Hao shifted gears, and the Phantom Dance pulled onto the road, heading toward the highway.

However, though Wang Lang seemed to have summoned all his courage, he still hesitated when the words reached his lips, which made Bai Xinyi’s heart ache.

The young man’s actions left everyone stunned. It took a long time for anyone to regain their senses.

Beside her were Xue Yi and her son, along with a series of individuals close to Yang Xiao. Of course, there were also a few she was not very familiar with, but who possessed extraordinary talent and now exuded quite remarkable auras.

"Fine, I won't beat around the bush. What is your relationship with Wang Junyong?" Jiang Chonglang went straight to the point.

"About two thousand or so, why do you ask?" Wang Lang did not conceal it and answered directly.

Lan Yao’er laughed heartily, jumped off her horse with Wan Ningzhu, and strode toward the manor.

"Isn't that a good thing? You all used to forbid me from singing, saying you were afraid that after hearing my voice, you’d forget what the original tunes sounded like." Zi Yan huffed, yet she smiled triumphantly.

"Master, is it true that only a few of us are left in the Qingfeng Sect?" Upon hearing Hua Qianqiu’s words, Fan Tuan’s eyes reddened, and he clenched his fists tightly.