Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Wish Fulfilled at Last

The mountain-patrol mission was pressing, and they could not linger for long.

The seven senior disciples assigned to patrol the mountains took the medicine and prepared to descend one after another.

Before leaving, however, they could not help asking Zhao Fusheng one more question: “When will the finished medicine be ready next time?”

“We’ll have to kill a few more demons in advance and raise some money!” Zhao Fusheng had already thought of a solution.

For quite some time afterward, Lin Chen chatted idly with Old Zhou inside the room. It was not until Du Yujia, bored beyond endurance, dragged him away that the conversation finally came to an end.

A voice drifted from inside the room—soft, coy, and utterly seductive. It was so sweet and alluring that most men would have found it almost impossible to resist.

“Haha, so what if you’re older than me? Love doesn’t care about age. I’m five years older than his mother!” Mr. Bonaparte burst out laughing, dismissing Hugo’s reason with contempt.

After retreating to the base camp, Richard saw Primatis, who had just finished having his wounds redressed. Onyxia had been taken away for treatment.

Beside the black resentment, several gray, mistlike objects suddenly appeared. They slowly descended to the ground, gradually piling up.

The buzz-cut man pinned beneath the door panel was so furious he nearly wept. “And you still have the nerve to talk about decency? My wife was almost—damn you—assaulted by you, and you’re lecturing me about decency?”

Looking at Zhao Yina, who had already fallen asleep, Lin Chen reached out and gently wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead.

Xiana, who had claimed she was going back to sleep, suddenly appeared beside Chamberlain’s corpse in a flash.

“Austin, what’s the situation? Report immediately!” Just as Austin was lost in the emotion of thinking, This Is My Kingdom, the roar that came through the communicator—accompanied by its crackling static—completely ruined his mood and nearly caused him to lose control and fall.

No one knew how much time had passed before even Ruoshui, leaning against Chen Bo’s shoulder, drifted into a deep sleep. Yet the carriage suddenly fell unnaturally silent.

As time passed, several more people accepted the invitations and joined various powerful factions.

As a person, he completely met the Dark Realm’s standards: he was exceptionally loyal. In high school, he had received disciplinary action twice for standing up for his classmates; in college, he had been placed under observation for doing the same. It could be said that Chai Hua’s image as a loyal but perennial sucker had already become firmly established in the hearts of all his classmates.

At first, Prince Ping refused to acknowledge the child and did not admit it before His Majesty. His Majesty then ordered Qin Jin and her son to establish their own household. Did Prince Ping really think that, now that he wanted to acknowledge them, he still could?

Someone asked, “How did that group recognize Geng Dianchen as a member of the Six Harmonies Sect?” Because the way Geng Dianchen wielded a kitchen knife was exactly the style of the Six Harmonies Broadsword; only the weapon itself was different. That was why they made the connection.

And who had ordered this father-and-son pair of hunters to approach Li Zhi and lure him into this secret realm?

Qi Xinyue had even resorted to speaking like a thug, which showed just how fiercely her anger was burning at that moment.

Yi Yuanxi had apparently been pushed down. She stuck out her tongue and slowly moved from his lips into his open mouth, entering naturally.

Whether in terms of the proportion of spiritual energy, the quantity of resources stored beneath the desert, or the diversity of the surrounding species, everything had already returned to a normal state.

Ye Meng was eager to try. The holy power and the energy within the Buddhist beads reinforced each other, so she naturally had no fear that the Ancestral Sacrifice Pagoda would destroy them.

Fiery-red spiritual power gradually converged before him, slowly forming the phantom of a fierce tiger. Everyone seemed to hear the roar of a beast.

“Cough. Girl, step outside for a moment. I have a few things to ask him.” A middle-aged man appeared at the doorway.

The girl also understood that it was best to question a stranger before allowing him to remain alone in her home. She obediently set down her bowl, made a face at the person on the bed, and walked out.