Chapter 41

"Jīnī special forces?" Vegeta's expression shifted slightly; he knew the strength of the Jīnī special forces, not just one but five members. Could Miren defeat them? "Yīyī, why did you start avoiding me after I confessed my feelings? You weren't afraid of me before," Dongfang Yi sighed, his face tinged with sadness. If this got out, I'd be the laughingstock of the town. But why did I feel even more certain it was wrong when I saw him leave without hesitation? "Enough nonsense, I'll make the call. You know what's at stake," he said, ending the call abruptly. It's a pity there's no one special in this world just for her. She can't ride freely or laugh heartily like a normal person. Today, Shen Ruohan came to see how Luo Yixuan was doing at the Perfect Perfume event, only to find that the replacement of the male lead in the advertisement hadn't affected her—how disappointing. Two months ago, I wandered alone to Xiamen and ended up being detained at Zhang Sanfeng's Milk Tea Shop on Gulangyu Island because I couldn't pay the bill. My already empty wallet had somehow vanished without a trace. The troop slowly entered the valley and stopped at the slope below the bamboo building, where a young man descended from a palanquin. Decades may seem long, but for the members of Akatsuki, who all lived for over ten thousand years, it was a mere fraction. However, Miren couldn't bring himself to mention it; he feared that if he did, not only would Fei Duan, Die Dali, and Di Dada laugh, but the rest of Akatsuki would be devastated. It must be some kind of overbearing ancient technique—Qingyun gathered everyone's power for a forceful strike. In the silent darkness, a young man's voice echoed. Xie Lang wasn't asleep and seemed quite alert. Unlike Yan Zili's shock and distress, Li Tingjun was the most unfortunate. He realized he was still in the shape of a pill, lacking facial features, internal organs, or meridians. Even if she didn't trade with Ye Chu this time, the backlash was inevitable. Right now, she had the upper hand and could investigate further. Zhu Zhuqing ignored them and took out her soul guide device—it was her second attempt, a level-two device, while in the current world of Douluo, even level-one devices were rare. Even a sword god realm cultivator could only observe from afar, unable to comprehend or detect the specifics of the Immortal Path. Initially, Li Yunzhao had no intention of interfering with the formation, but Lin Miaomiao had a plan and Tang Yuanming agreed. Liu Tianxian remained silent, feeling uncomfortable with their emotions being used as leverage. "Go on, Miaomiao. Tell them I sent you, but don't mention it was you," Li Yunzhao instructed. However, some institutions were clearly scams, merely paying lip service without any intention of enrollment. The Xianlai Sect had too few disciples, leaving many unused spaces, and their residents were concentrated. The only one not disturbed was those eyes—she steeled herself and levitated into the air, hovering at eye level. Perhaps the rulers of the Long River Empire thought the same, which is why they were making a desperate last stand. If the Black Dragon Empire's main forces arrived, their numbers would surpass the empire's population, and they might have already surrendered in despair. Being the peak master's disciple wasn't a secret within the sect, but outside, few knew. Generally, as long as a sect had a peak master-level expert, they didn't have to worry about attacks for decades. But the person he wanted to save was such an expert. However, paper can't contain fire, and a grain of light can't compete with the moon's glow. The golden energy broke through the dark force's confinement, erupting in a blinding flash that left ten scars on the opposite mountain wall. "Even if they can only be worn for a few months, you must accept these clothes," Ye Zihan said sincerely. Wang Kaisen bowed his head, "Kaisen dares not." Li Nan said, "If you dare not, then leave." After finishing breakfast, the couple was startled by two fully loaded carts at the back door of the county government office. Su's family's cauldron was enormous, filled with freshly pressed soybean oil. When chopsticks were inserted and bubbles rose, Xu Yaoshi threw in the cake from years past. "Alright, alright," Uncle Hu said excitedly—though calling it"protection"was an exaggeration, having someone care about the young master was the best outcome. Tong Fanyuan couldn't be bothered with his fuss, simply giving some precautions to the bedridden Lu Fang. "Meow!" Startled by a stray cat, the young master ran off, and Li Ce chased after him, both laughing and exasperated. There were so many items, many of them perishable. The previous night's rain and cold temperatures meant they might spoil if not dealt with promptly—she would be heartbroken to waste the citizens' gifts. Then, a spatial force burst from the teleportation ring, enveloping Mu Yun and vanishing from sight, with Hedy Welly being transported away at the same moment. Taking one last look at that most familiar face in her memories, Chen Fei filled in the grave. He found a wooden block, carved it into a rectangle, and inscribed two lines of text. Yuan Jin, a soldier through and through, immediately radioed to accept their surrender. Through their conversation, Lin Xuan deduced that the portly, black-clad masked man was none other than Luo Yingqing, the manager of the Mu（prince's residence）.