Chapter 40: Seduction

Seeing the gathering disperse, the Fairy of Flowing Clouds gave a gentle nod to her crane. The white crane turned gracefully and flew off in the direction they had come from. However, Gan Ping distinctly sensed that before leaving, the Fairy of Flowing Clouds cast a glance at him, her eyes brimming with inexplicable hostility. Could it be that she held a grudge against him?

The new semester was fast approaching, and with the college entrance exams looming in June—her final term—Jian Su decided to settle down at school and focus on her studies, throwing herself into preparation for university.

At present, Jian Su’s intention was purely charitable, driven by a heartfelt wish to do good. She was yet unaware that the Hope Angel Foundation she founded would soon rise to prominence, becoming one of the world’s leading and most respected charitable organizations, earning the trust and praise of countless people.

Qin Yang let out a thunderous roar, the fourteen black and white wings on his back quivering violently. Torrents of annihilating energy, each spanning hundreds of meters, erupted forth.

Seeing this, Xue Mo and the others stifled their doubts and did as Qin Yang instructed. Though they had not known him long, they understood well enough that Qin Yang would never make a move without at least sixty percent certainty of success.

The Emperor Xingyao had visited the Eldest Princess on the very first day she fell into a coma. Hearing later that her condition had improved greatly, he was overjoyed. That day, the morning court ended early, and he took the opportunity to leave the palace and visit his sister.

A shiver of cold ran through Fei Shi and his companions. After much deliberation, they nodded in agreement; as the head of the Tong family had said, it was better to sacrifice the people of the Blazing Sun Mercenary Corps than their own.

Zhan Mei recalled what the old man had just told her: Lord Wang Qi bore a distinctive red growth on his neck, making him easy to recognize.

At this moment, the defensive shield conjured by the group was on the verge of collapse. Sensing victory, Qin Yang merged “Devour Sun” and “Consume Moon,” unleashing a beam more powerful than a typical lower-level super-divine weapon, shattering their defenses in an instant.

Learning that Qin Yang had earned everything through his own efforts, everyone immediately held him in awe.

“No, I must go to Africa. I’m interviewing tomorrow.” Lu Zhanbo was resolute this time. No matter how much the others tried to dissuade him, his decision remained firm. With those words, he left the suite.

Confucius’s aura became grave, his righteous energy transforming his body, merits coalescing into a golden wheel. Much of his righteous energy descended upon his disciples as well.

Jiang Yifei was furious. He understood now that Yutian was deliberately provoking him, seeking revenge.

Even when Diming the Sacred Ancestor heard Lin Tian’s warning, he instinctively dismissed it as a ruse to mislead the enemy.

He glanced at Tang Yan, who lay fast asleep beside him. Her body was delicate, unable to withstand Su Chen’s relentless attentions; she was thoroughly exhausted and slept deeply and sweetly.

Guided by Tongtian’s hints, the two of them became extremely cautious, refusing to leave Wuzhuang Temple unless absolutely necessary, for fear of falling victim to a plot.

Of course, these oppressive forces were limited; while they couldn’t stop the mightiest of warriors, they were more than enough to bar ordinary folk from entering.

Thus, most of Mu Chen’s battle style was based on the techniques of the Saints, with time-based abilities as support.

Yet even over such a short distance, Sanji felt as though he had trudged through a century.

Another reason he managed to retain his resolve was the ever-present, crushing weight on his shoulders. Haotian remained perilous; lurking enemies could descend upon Ye Feng’s home at any moment. There was no room for complacency—he could only devote himself to protecting those he cared for.

Is it any wonder that parents, even when forced to vanish from the world, still worry endlessly about their children’s marriages, seizing any opportunity to arrange a suitable match?

“So this is your idea of an assassination?” Red Tassel stared in disbelief. Which military district did this guy come from? Are all their tactics this wild?

“Master, she left just after the hour of the Tiger. She told me to wake you after an hour and a half, but it’s not time yet,” Daimao replied truthfully.

After tidying her clothes, Wei Yun stretched out on the comfortable hotel bed, ready for a good rest.

Tokiomi Tohsaka harbored not a shred of goodwill for Kiritsugu Emiya, whom he considered a disgrace among magi.

“Tu Lichen, you’ve seen the situation—do you still want the masters to head west?” Long Ding asked with a frown.

One month—could Jiao Sihai, only at the initial super-divine stage, really surpass the human Ye Tianhao at the mid super-divine stage? Mr. Ye, must you be so unreliable?

Now that Wulong Mountain had silver—albeit entrusted by Seven Stars Village—they could hire many laborers to repair the buildings.

The disappearance of Seven Stars Village brought Shen Mu no peace; instead, it left him more frightened than ever.

Without dividing his focus, Gongliang Shiqian’s speed increased severalfold. Glancing up at Xiao Qiang a few times and seeing her diligence, he felt reassured.

Suddenly, a faint voice whispered in Wang Hai’s ear, startling him so badly he cried out.

And what cultivator, no matter how strong their soul, could repeatedly descend into the Spirit Realm and “steal” from it without the concealment of someone like Zhang Qinghe or the protection of a barrier? Such recklessness could only lead to madness in time.

They had no idea how destitute Chu Lanyi had become, nor how hard life was for her after being swindled out of everything.

“What kind of rotgut is this? It burns so much—I’ve had plenty to drink at home!” Wei Rudong protested defiantly.

Murong Huan, upon hearing this, did not feel particularly happy. Instead, a vague emptiness rose in his heart, as if something wasn’t quite right, something defied all reason.

Though Yan Bao was accustomed to arrogance, he was far from stupid. He was quick to adapt; as soon as Nan Lingxiao spoke, he had already made his decision.