Volume 1, Chapter 32: May You Enlighten Me

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He bit down hard to stop his teeth from chattering, walked to the motorcycle without a word, and reached out to grip the handlebars.
With Song Ning’s support, he shakily rose to his feet and sat on the pillion seat. His knees were so stiff from kneeling for too long that he could barely bend them.
Qian Linya saw warm, yellow light spilling out from beneath the crack in Qingshui’s door.
“Xiaoxiao, to celebrate your victory, all four of us sisters from the dorm are here, not a single one missing. Even Pipi Xia, who is always busy with work, got off early today,” Dugu Feng said while driving.
The old lady was quite wealthy. Years ago, during the Sichuan earthquake, she donated two hundred thousand. She had done charity work for years, with total donations reaching over a million. The city even awarded her certificates and trophies, and she was named a benchmark figure for public welfare for several consecutive years.
“Grandfather, no one in the Prime Minister’s residence is willing to mention my mother. Can you tell me what really happened back then?” Leng Muyao asked.
These palace-style structures covered a vast area, functioning like a complete city and serving as a massive airbase for Tianhua.
After a series of cracking sounds, the exterior of the Gate of the Asura Hell shattered completely, with intricate cracks interweaving across its surface.
Before long, the comment section was filled with people discussing which contestant’s looks they liked best and whose talent they preferred.
“Such delicious vegetables should be shared with more people; they have definitely never tasted food this good,” Song Xin said softly, though she was already forming some plans in her mind.
“Forget it, I concede!” Gu Yue shook her head at Luo Yucheng’s childish antics and announced it to the arena.
In the center of the Qiankun Dojo, a colossal figure slowly rose, climbing up from the ground.
Song Xiao clenched his left hand into a fist, brandished the alloy blade in his right, and moved with mysterious, agile footwork. Though his body movements appeared minimal, he precisely evaded the first wave of attacks from his two opponents.

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A wave of intense anger and helplessness flooded Song Heng’s entire being; for a moment, he could not think of a single solution.
Only then did Miaomiao realize why she had been wondering earlier why it was Qi Jingchen who brought Gu Xining along.
Having had her deepest thoughts exposed, Yan Jiaohu turned beet red. Just as she was about to retort, the burning sensation on her face made it impossible for her to speak.
If Tang Wulin harbored any intentions toward him, then—regrettably—one must cut the weeds by the roots. Such moments of crisis truly test the human heart.
Gongyi Wuxia was at a loss. It had only been a few days, yet Brother Chen had started referring to himself as "this Prince," and his behavior was strangely erratic. Could it be... had she slipped up somewhere again? She was such a failure; every few days she seemed to reveal something. She just had to make sure Brother Chen never found out the most critical secret.
His clear, violet eyes moved past Runas, piercing sharply toward the veil that separated the inner hall from the outer one.
Her dim eyes mocked herself, but as she neared the palace where she was staying, they suddenly brightened. Her heart raced, and she found herself hiding behind a pillar.
“The show is about to begin, heh heh!” Li Pingping started the camera, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Take them away!” Unwilling to listen to any more of their insults, Xia Jichen ordered them to be removed. Wei Yanzhi was practically dragged away; consumed by rage, he had already vomited blood and was not far from death.
Pantheon said nothing, simply sitting down silently beside Gangplank. Seeing Pantheon’s stoic silence, Gangplank began to grow anxious.
The attendants who served him closely saw he had awakened and bowed quietly in greeting. Ye Weiyan made a gesture to them, signaling them not to disturb Chu Yunxiu.
The Twelve Ancestral Witch clans had passed down their heritage for thousands of years, yet no one had ever fully awakened. Legend had it that if a descendant fully awakened their bloodline, they could manipulate the Demon Orb at will, and even use it to shatter the void—though, of course, these were merely myths.
Jiang Biwu waited anxiously at the door; the longer it took, the more he felt hope slipping away.

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“Think what you want. But in your current state, poisoned by my Ice Gu, do you really think you have a chance to take me away?” Mo Yue said with a faint smile, looking at Si Niang.
“Your Highness, the Princess seems to be no longer in the manor.” Hearing Prince Ibrahim’s call, a servant hurried out and replied.
“That can no longer be called piloting; it’s more like a fusion between the pilot and the machine, isn’t it?” she murmured.
Seeing this, the Nine Suns Elder and the Fenyan Elder, who had been waiting outside, could no longer restrain themselves and shouted out before the rogue cultivators could.
It wasn't the kind of strength that relied on an overpowered machine, but a true, flawless capability—the output of the mech was even comparable to the power of Rorona’s RX-0 when its limiters were completely disengaged. Most importantly, this pilot could handle a level of intensity that even Rorona could not fully master.
“What ‘momentary anger’? Sister Eve, he just thinks we’re a burden, that we’ll drag him down. You’ve sacrificed so much for him, and even Sami... Sami is dead...” The child outside the door began to cry as they spoke, but their words were cut off by Eve.
“Sister Keiko, do you know him?” Seeing the expression on the Jade-Faced Fox’s face, Liu Chuchu asked with immediate suspicion.
Free high-tech toys were something everyone wanted to grab; one had to know that the prices for such items in a model shop were definitely not something an ordinary family could afford.
Xu Zhijie’s mind had already been rattled by Fang Bingyun’s terrifying methods of killing. Although he possessed the strongest spiritual power, he was still an ordinary person at heart. He had not become more resilient or steady just because he gained powerful superhuman abilities, and he could not withstand such heavy stimulation.
In 251 AD, an elderly Sun Quan entered the final year of his life, worrying about his legacy. The process of choosing his successor had been filled with twists and turns, leading him to reflect deeply on his past decisions. He decided to correct his mistakes and reinstate his meritorious officials and capable generals.