Chapter 45

The young master of the Nangong family glanced at Yun Xi and couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy in his eyes. It seemed the girl had finally sensed Yun Xi's strength. Though she was only at the Third Heaven of the Immortal Realm, a level slightly lower than his, such a stroke of luck was hard not to celebrate. I climbed step by step upstairs, my hand gripping the railing. The fishermen below regarded him with awe, as if he were a celestial being, bowing and leading the way eagerly. He Fan's expression was strange—initially pale and weak, but soon returning to a rosy hue as confidence surged within him. Yun Xi let out a light cry, and the Divine King Cauldron descended upon Yu Xia's head, crushing down fiercely. Qin Li Ge wanted to speak further, but was pulled away by Zi Wan and Zi Tan, who stood guard at the bedside, casting hostile glares at Qin Li Ge. Back to back with Zhu Ge, I surveyed our surroundings. The open terrain no longer provided cover, and if they were to strike（fatal blow）, we'd be hit over twenty times in an instant, with unknown weapons to face. Lin Xinying groaned in pain and opened her eyes, her face a mask of confusion as she looked around the unfamiliar, dimly lit room. Her panic grew. Prince Wan Yan Kang's expression shifted, and his son, Crown Prince Wan Yan Jin, knew it was his turn to act. Yan Luo, seeing it was a private matter, refrained from asking further, only placing a provocative chess piece and casting a challenging gaze at Shen Yun Mo. Shen Yun Mo smiled calmly and placed his own piece, his demeanor composed. The corridor breeze sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't shake off the words Han Yushang had spoken earlier. With a cryptic sigh, Song Feng's figure gradually vanished. Though I'd seen his face before, Jiang Ran's heart still skipped a beat. Jiang Yinyin clapped her hands in excitement, her eyes glowing with admiration for Mu Zi. As for the Xia Kingdom, when it comes to reluctance, the Taiji technique is unmatched—it's the perfect excuse for years of tactical abstentions. Qin Mu wasn't sure if he could conceal the truth, but a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't casually scan for a"spiritual rootless"waste like him. "Why should I play your game? What are you to me?" my cousin huffed, unwilling. Did the assistant come today just to size up our potential and then reject us unilaterally? Jiang Ran thought he'd only taken a bit of beast blood, but it turned out to be a drop of heart blood. He recalled how she had cut her own hand last time to cover her tracks. Suddenly, his fingers throbbed as if in pain. Staring at the dark void of the gun barrel in his hand—it felt like an abyss of darkness and sin. Jiang Sheng could no longer even gasp for breath, shrinking there as if he'd lost all his grace. Xing Tian's eyes flashed over the lake surface, his expression shifting from surprise to immense joy. Wu Tian and Ji Shi, preoccupied with their own battle, couldn't intervene. A single lapse could lead to defeat, and reclaiming the upper hand would be extremely difficult. Just as Zhang Hao Dong was（wrestling）over whether to let Wang Yue Tian go to the Blood Sea Tower alone, a tall, thin figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead. "Ha!" Ma Ruolong bellowed, ceasing his blind charge. The Despair Holy Sword swung wide, enveloping Xiao Yue in a relentless assault, steadily reducing his mobility and forcing him into a head-on confrontation. "Boom!" Dust and debris flew as the endless sword light engulfed everything, even the giant ape didn't notice its massive legs carving out a colossal hole in the ground. Yi Xia broke out in a cold sweat, disbelief washing over him as hope flickered out. He glared hatefully at Jiang Sheng, but couldn't speak. They had made an appointment, so upon arriving at the hospital, the doctors immediately conducted a full examination. "Who told you such nonsense?" Xuanyuan Tianye didn't respond, continuing to pace outside with the child in his arms. Returning to the mansion, he found Leng Wuchen still absent and quickly changed into a flowing dress, assuming the role of the frail Princess Zhen Ning. Following Rong Er inside, she saw Mei Mo pacing anxiously, her forehead creased in worry—perhaps it was about the Fourteenth Prince's beating today. If that was the case, why not go see him directly? She struggled and fought, still unwilling to let him become someone else's husband. She had promised her father to leave him, and she couldn't go back on her word. He said "to go," not "to want to go"—he had clearly made up his mind without consulting her.