Chapter 39

A gust of wind suddenly roared behind Naruto, and before he could even react, he was grabbed by the collar and hurled out of the cave.

Although he had only joined Team Minato midway, he had spent a year with Kakashi and Obito before leaving upon becoming a Chunin.

Shi Lin had finished assigning tasks for the agricultural company; with no urgent matters at hand, things had reached a natural stopping point, allowing him to shift his focus entirely to the tourism company.

Shivering, he clicked on the bedside lamp, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, and tried his best to calm down.

She had no desire for a victory without a fight; in her eyes, Inoichi’s withdrawal was an insult to her.

Having heard Ming Youren’s words, Lan Xing’er took a deep breath, gathered her robes, and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Cui Chengguo stepped out of the car and signaled for the driver to leave. The driver waved his hand and fled as if escaping.

Inside the Forest of Death, twenty figures darted through the trees, led by Sakumo, who guided them in a straight line.

They glanced to the side and saw Hanzo and Rasa locked in a desperate struggle with Minato, while Roshi continuously unleashed spheres of magma that rained down across the battlefield.

As expected of a royal descendant raised with elite education, Frederick’s few words not only smoothed over the awkwardness but also made it seem as if Leola were currying favor with him, subtly elevating his own status.

Bo Huijie, ignored by the two, suddenly seemed to fall ill; his entire body grew hot and cold, and he couldn't help but begin to writhe on the ground.

However, upon hearing Xing Lian’s words, the Great Elder and the man in green robes turned pale with panic.

His face was that of a man in his fifties, temples graying, with deep lines etched into his skin.

***

Yet, for some reason, seeing them officially dating left her with a sudden, hollow feeling.

In the back garden, Tu Heihei, who was buried in the painstaking study of floral cultivation, suddenly let out a massive sneeze.

"Boss, can you give me some startup capital? I’ve already spent half my funds on restructuring the business, and the rest is needed to maintain the North Wind Group’s expenses..." A hearty laugh echoed from the other end of the phone.

"Princess, you’ve been up all night. Please, go rest on the bed!" Han Shuang gently draped a white robe over Wen Wanqiu.

Before she could even finish describing the enemy’s situation, the New World Cultists had already jumped off their vehicles and were standing right before Zheng Jing and Luo Ni.

Seeing this, the entire film crew wore expressions of confusion; they had assumed their production was about to face a massive crisis.

"Thank you." Wei Qingyun didn't even turn his head, merely offering the servant a faint smile. He took the reins from his hand, vaulted onto the cloud horse, and only then did he get a good look at the man.

Because of this, they felt Ye Lang’s performance was just a formality. The Empress Dowager simply wanted to hear a song from her grandson, not some timeless masterpiece; even if Ye Lang’s effort was mediocre, it would still bring her great joy.

A great collapse occurred around them. Had they not set up a barrier, the very sky over the East Sea would have shattered, and the cultivators watching from miles away would have been severely wounded or even killed.

"Where are you taking me?" I was dragged forward by Ying Li. All around us was a strange, underwater world.

Compared to the rhythmic drumming of the Sunset Dwarfs, the synchronized shouts of the West Sea warriors seemed somewhat soft and powerless.

Long Haotian did not take her to his own room, but led her directly into Orchid Fragrance Pavilion—the courtyard he had once built specifically for her.

Only another hundred thousand? The crowd erupted in jeers. Many now highly doubted the first bidder’s previous claims about the Blood Orchid; if you say it isn't very useful, why are you bidding such a high price?

***

"How could it be you?" Upon seeing the face before him, Long Xuanyu still asked in disbelief.

Aux did not see Venn’s corpse with his own eyes, and in that regard, he could not be one hundred percent certain that Venn was dead. His belief that Venn had perished was merely a judgment and conclusion based on all the circumstances at the time.

"Let’s head back to God Village first." Xiao Chen felt stifled; the repeated setbacks had left him fuming.

Just then, A-Liang’s phone rang again; that Peanut was calling once more. A-Liang glanced at Leng Yifan’s expression in the rearview mirror and handled it just as he always did.

The cold, clear voice emerged syllable by syllable from Yu Zi’s pale lips, causing Zhan Lin’s dark pupils to constrict sharply. He had not expected that after all these years, the word "filthy" would resurface, and once again, it was Yu Zi saying it to him.

When the ministers present heard the name "The Greatest Scholar Under Heaven," they all scoffed in disdain. Hearing the name reminded Xi Ning of what happened in Yue City, of that night of humiliation, and of the Yue City Lord, Huang Qichan.

"A-Ke, your mother’s grave was desecrated by Duanmu and his men. Do you want to go back and take a look?" To keep Gao Ke focused on the investigation, they hadn't notified him yet, but A-Jiu felt it was necessary to tell him—after all, it was his mother’s grave.

When the two had finished eating, a servant came to report that Mei Junxing was out of danger and had regained consciousness.

The innkeeper had considered every possible outcome. In his view, even if Su Bei had joined a mercenary group, his cultivation at the early stage of the Marquis level meant no powerful group would want him.

Although they were, to a certain extent, the absolute lords of this Northern Desert, as long as they didn't break the few established rules, these mercenaries could live without any constraints.

"You’re okay! I knew you wouldn't be hurt." Zhou Man, losing control of her emotions, suddenly threw herself into Su Bei’s arms.