Volume 1, Chapter 24: The White Bird Pays Homage to the Phoenix

"What about us? Will we end up parting ways in the end?" she asked, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice laced with a petulant stubbornness.

After lingering in Qingyun Palace for a while, Helan Jin returned to Chenxiang Hall, unable to articulate the complex feelings he harbored for Yun Jingwen.

Following the recent battle, the youths' confidence had been thoroughly ignited. Once they surged onto the second level with high spirits, those with greater strength grew eager to attempt the third.

Ru Mo met Woquan’s gaze, his eyes now as lifeless as ash. After what felt like an eternity of silent connection, she finally spoke: "Woquan, you are actually very handsome." Her tone was unreadable, devoid of any discernible emotion.

"Hahaha..." Looking at the mountain of Cursed Fruits piling up on the deck, the four Great Fighting Kings could hardly contain their joy.

Yu Xie sensed something was wrong. The intruder was malicious and seemed capable of controlling her very spirit. The sensation was profoundly unsettling. She tried to struggle, but an invisible force pulled at her sharply. Her entire body stiffened, and in an instant, she felt as though she had plunged into an icy abyss.

Yu Xie had rushed back to the Purple Bamboo Forest overnight, not lingering for even a quarter of an hour after exiting the Tanxu Realm. Yet, even after searching the entire bamboo cottage, she could not find the painting. In a fit of rage, she kicked over a wooden stool, only to immediately regret it and tenderly set it upright again, as if it were a precious treasure.

Su Su'er took up the conversation for her: "As long as you can stomach it, that’s all that matters. After all, we don't have the exotic delicacies you're used to." Su'er spoke quite directly, but the initial hostility was gone.

For instance, there were too many uncertain factors: such exposed items might be damaged by curious people or animals, or perhaps, due to weather conditions, they might go long periods without seeing the sun from the stars. If he were to miss his wives because of this, he would have nowhere to turn for comfort.

Perhaps having experienced so much, Zhang Xiaoxuan had lost her former arrogance. More than that, her current state of mind was surprisingly calm.

"Damn it!" Mo Baiyu’s face darkened as he clutched his left shoulder, where three deep claw marks had been gouged.

Mo Bailu was startled. His eyes grew dark as ink, and he shifted his claw into a fist, striking toward Yu Jinxiu’s face.

He looked exactly like the original "Long Ze," but now, because of that mouthful of blood, the nether black energy within him was fully revealed to Yu Jinxiu’s eyes.

If this Lin Chen were truly to suppress the Xuanwu and the others, who else in the entire Xuanwu Continent could stop him?

Why did An Fen suddenly soften? Was it merely because of the physical intimacy between them? This remained a mystery to me, but that was not the most important thing. The most vital point was that our protagonist was returning, and I wondered what kind of surprises he would bring us this time.

The scream was piercingly shrill, but under Shiying’s forceful blows, it eventually dissolved into wails of grief and devastating shame.

Regarding the Dongming affair, she had once again demonstrated her strategic foresight by gifting Hengqing a medicine mountain overgrown with poisonous weeds and insects, effectively undermining his plans.

"I can't explain it clearly right now. Su Qingli is currently inhabiting A-Yi's body, and I have to save them." Di Xi had no time for explanations. As she spoke, she asked Di Li to use his abilities to determine how to rescue Su Qingli.

Lian Cheng was somewhat dazed. He scanned his surroundings, failing to find any place that looked like an entrance. Yet, judging by Ye Yueming’s expression, he clearly wasn't joking; the entrance had to be right here.

"Who is your father?" Mu Cheng asked casually while separating the black and white stones. He picked up a white stone and placed it on the board with elegant composure.

People nearby were drawn to them, speculating about the relationship between the three and wondering why no one had sent her to the hospital.

Meanwhile, the flintlock infantry on the beach advanced steadily, like waves of the sea, pushing forward layer by layer. They struck down anyone who stood in their way, showing no mercy.

Ye Lanling watched him with an expressionless face. How she wanted to stop him—could she really turn a blind eye to his suffering? Could she truly watch him get hurt and harm himself like this? Did she not feel any pain at all?

Recognizing that more friends meant more paths, Zhang Shun immediately wrote a reply and handed it to the messenger sent by Gao Shi. The content of the letter was equally mundane, ending only with a request to stay in touch and keep in contact.

The number of grain shipments seized that time was enormous. The Qing dynasty suffered a loss while the Ming army gained, and this shift in balance had a profound impact on the changing strengths of both sides.

As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Although Gongsun Xi had just signaled his loyalty by providing intelligence, who knew if the scoundrel was just acting out of a guilty conscience, trying to curry favor in advance, or if he wanted to lull him into a false sense of security to escape punishment later?

Even though he was furious, Aberforth refused to let him enter the Hog's Head Inn, and Fletcher could do nothing about it. He could only grumble as he tucked the glass vial filled with silvery liquid back into his coat, wandering off toward the main road.

Moreover, Ye Qiaoling already knew that Yan Nanming and Ye Lanling would be returning by noon today. He was truly looking forward to seeing what kind of attitude Rong Xueyan would show Ye Lanling.

Nu Jiu-ba leaped from his crimson horse, his blade igniting with a fierce silver brilliance that stretched out like a long rainbow as he slashed toward the chieftain.

With the addition of Wei Qing and the Imperial Guard, the combat power of Wu Yi's group surged instantly. However, the six legions Wu Yi had worried about did not appear, though the level of the enemy legions had increased; every time, they were met with legions of level six or higher, led by deputy generals.

For Marshal Siegmund, 1625 was a year that could not have been worse. From the beginning of the year, he had been involuntarily drawn into a whirlpool of public opinion, finding his situation increasingly difficult.

Therefore, regardless of the circumstances, the higher the rank of the formation master, the greater the bonus to formations and diagrams. To become stronger, increasing one's rank as a formation master was imperative.