Volume One, Chapter 35: Sense of Direction.

The spear light, towering like a pillar of heaven, bore down directly on Huo Ziyin. Everyone sighed, feeling that Huo Ziyin had met a fitting end.

The students lay on the ground to rest, truly devoid of any remaining strength. They harbored no resentment toward anyone, only hating their own lack of resolve.

"Yes, you are right." The man’s forehead was drenched in sweat; he was deeply anxious, fearful, and even terrified. Lin Ran was usually all smiles, but at this moment, he was genuinely frightening.

After meeting his master, Yun Zhen learned that his mother was not yet in danger. He left Liu E in Ganzhou to accompany her, while he and Pei Song carried the ashes of the two generations of ancestors up to Tianmen on the Qilian Mountains for burial.

The vast world is full of wonders. People, ignorant of the marvels of insects, often mistake strange occurrences for the work of demons. In reality, many so-called demonic disturbances are merely the laws of nature—mutual generation and restraint—being exploited by those who harness the power of insects.

For someone like Kazama Taeko, this was her most vulnerable moment. She rarely allowed anyone to see into the world of her heart. But the instant Li Muye suddenly intruded, her mask shattered completely.

Understood. So this fellow is a romantic fool after all. It is a pity that he is casting amorous glances at a blind woman; that tigress Meng Fanbing is far too pragmatic.

"As for the upcoming negotiations, perform well. Now that we are back in China, on our home turf, I believe you can certainly dampen the momentum of the Russian side and secure the deal!" Lin Yichen delivered his closing statement, ending with words of encouragement.

Songhe the Boy said, "Although the Primogenitor has agreed with Protector Hong on the final deadline to unlock the Daoist Yijue’s powers, I fear the Great Desolate Sovereign may have other ideas." A tear fell from the left eye of the Primogenitor of Emptiness, landing within the bright pearl.

The man in black had not expected Cousin Chu to show him so little respect. However, there was nothing he could say.

If I were to turn on the lights at night, it would be an unforgivable sin—enough to warrant ten days of vicious insults without a single repetition.

Gu Zhen kept his eyes fixed on Frey, knowing that Frey’s recent form was excellent; if Frey were to take the field, he would surely score. It was a fact that Frey was currently better than Zidan, yet Klopp still trusted Zidan.

I never imagined that my innate talent would prove uniquely advantageous when it came to peeping at people bathing.

Then, taking advantage of a moment when a dungeon guard was alone, he pulled a switcheroo, taking the guard's place.

Regardless of what status the slaves had once held, long-term imprisonment in the demon den of Angband had long since eroded their former courage and daring.

***

Stepping through the city gate, they saw several carriages. The old eunuch boarded one first, as the imperial palace was so vast that one could not reach the heart of it simply by walking. The others boarded their own carriages and followed.

Liu Dong, who had been sleeping lightly, woke up instantly. Upon opening his eyes, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Lin Nengjin flipped through the business cards of the company executives. These people could potentially become partners for the competition, but Chang Yi remained dissatisfied with their status.

"I will take you to see the Ten Kings of Hell!" Mei Niang roared. The Po Ri blade whistled toward him again. Luo Xuan dodged to the side, then reached out and grabbed the blade firmly, secretly channeling his spiritual power to suppress the blade's energy.

Distracted, he toasted the guests one by one with Xu Xianrou. The man's handsome face grew increasingly stern, the corners of his lips set in a cold arc; at times, he couldn't even be bothered to force a smile.

Rome was a hostile power to King Arthur’s kingdom, and the Roman tyrant Nero had long kept a covetous eye on the Arthurian realm.

Qin Fengzhan continued to squeeze her chest, his eyes narrowed into slits—sharp and terrifying. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let you give up hope. I’m going to torment you slowly!"

The Wu army, having been worn down by Guo Jia for a week, had barely enjoyed a single night of sound sleep. The enemy’s guerrilla tactics were like a fish in water across the Great Yan Plains, making the Wu army suffer bitterly.

Mu Yun, gripping the note with its clear, elegant handwriting, felt a cruel and icy glint flash across her piercing, frozen eyes.

She was anxious and terrified; tears streamed down her cheeks, but she could not make a sound.

After Old Master Feng died, he had wondered whether to continue this. After all, his greatest enemy was already dead. He had struggled and deliberated, even slowing the pace of his revenge.

"Exactly. Who has ever truly seen them argue? Even back at the Dragon Vein, they barely saw each other," Yu Xie hurriedly echoed. Yun Rong was still the clever one—one must produce evidence when speaking.

Shen Meng turned around, and sure enough, a pair of resentful eyes were staring at her. This feeling made her very uncomfortable. This person was truly strange; so indifferent a moment ago, why the sudden madness?

Hearing her words, Chu Chengjin gave a gentle shake of his head and sat down to comfort her for a while.

He had even done such things himself, but for others to do so while fighting him truly made him feel angry.

***

I don't know who she is flirting with now; that delicate, cloying voice is truly unpleasant to hear.

The entire stone coffin suddenly exploded, and endless dust surged toward them.

From defeating the 100,000-strong Vanguard Legion of the Federation to leveling Portu City, Wang Ziming had consumed a total of 110,000 magic stones for ammunition resupply, spare parts for his rhinoceros tanks, and fuel consumption.

Su Ziyi knew how he felt about her; over these years, she had felt his gentleness and warmth.

As for being kind and loving? For the eldest son of the Qiao family, not going out of his way to cause trouble for others was already the kindest thing he could do.

"Where are you going today, Brother Li, looking so travel-worn?" Nan Yixing poured her a drink.

Mu Fengmian promised with a smile. She knew Xu Yinuo was a young man with strong opinions and was particularly persistent about the things he liked. Once he had decided to do something, would anyone else’s opposition matter?

The management staff at the accommodation did not recognize Jiang Feng, so Su Kouye had to step in to arrange the dormitory.

"Then who do you think is more suitable?" The pale green ghost seemed to hide all the thoughts in its heart, asking with a calm expression.

"Damn it, what a coward." The Laughing Ancestor in Chen Che’s mind gave a sinister laugh. Chen Che immediately felt as if his pulse had been seized; one of his arms went numb, and it took a long time for it to return to normal.

Although there were demonic beasts on the road, the two of them possessed sufficient cultivation and had a Golden-Eyed Eagle scouting from the air, so the journey was perilous but without disaster.

Having been burned by the pill fire for so long, in everyone's eyes, even if it were an ancient beast with a powerful physical body, everything but its bones would surely have been incinerated—let alone the frail body of a mere human.