Chapter 30

What is the connection between a blade spirit and blade intent? Gu Yun did not know, but judging by the excitement radiating from the blade spirit, it seemed quite pleased that the blade intent had grown stronger.

Li An realized that the grey shadow in the air was the spirit iron he had been pursuing, and the white snake had been wounded by it.

Xu Lin nodded, unable to hide the shock in his eyes. In the eyes of all the disciples of the Lingyang Immortal Sect, that mission was considered impossible. Even those proud, peerless geniuses could only shrink back at the sight of it.

The man in white flew backward for tens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground. Because the ground was covered in thick yellow sand, he did not suffer any serious injuries. Had this happened outside the palace, he would have surely broken several bones by now.

Was Wang Dazhuang’s current state—becoming this thin overnight—truly caused by excessive pressure? Or could spiritual pressure actually produce such consequences?

Amidst the sound of the horn, Luo Yu stepped out of his room. Having swallowed the inner core last night, his strength had clearly increased, and his aura had become much more steady. Because the inner core contained the lingering soul of a magical beast, his spiritual power had also improved significantly, in addition to his vital energy.

Luo Yu took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. Yet, he could not find peace. Why had his mother left? Why had she never come to see him all these years? Why had she never offered him a word of encouragement when he suffered through such hardships? In his heart, there remained a faint sense of injustice.

"I give my exes a choice; if I call them, it’s hard to make things work," I said.

Fang Lang thought this made sense and nodded in agreement. Afterward, they adjusted the direction of their raft and decided to head toward the Central Plains.

However, he would also have to bear the burden of expensive long-term compensation and take responsibility for pacifying and maintaining regional stability in Wolfsburg.

The old Profound Emperor then looked at the young man who had just broken through his cultivation realm. Although it would have been better to stabilize his foundation for a day or two, the young man was brimming with joy, sprinting toward the foot of the mountain with such vigor that he seemed unable to contain himself.

The elders below raised their eyebrows slightly the moment they saw the middle-aged man in the red robe.

For Wang Xin and Le Xi, this cup of tea not only felt comfortable throughout their bodies, but it also tangibly increased their cultivation.

"Take it slow, one step at a time," Zhang Jianwei said. He prepared his Immortal Seeking Staff and talisman treasures, ready to meet any challenge as it came.

Zhang Jianwei touched the Immortal Seeking Staff tied to his arm through his sleeve; his nervousness eased, and his heart finally settled.

At this moment, facing Yang Yu’s two strikes, he was absolutely certain that this was the power of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, with the only difference being that Yang Yu was channeling it through a sword.

Shi Jiu observed the changes around him. As everything began to grow clear and distinct, a dark red flame ignited from the bottom of his heart.

"I want to tell you now that just because you killed those two people, it doesn't mean you're all that great."

The ghost shadow shrieked under the searing heat of Yu Yanzu’s spirit flames, dissipating shortly after and leaving behind a foul, acrid stench in the room.

It began to swell crazily like a balloon, doubling in size within a matter of seconds.

"Hmph, I want to move him with true feelings! Unlike you, who only knows how to use flowery words," Huo Xiao said with disdain.

Gao Qiang actually trusted Zhongli Ke'er; he said this to provoke her into stopping Zhongli Haiming, so he could deal with Liu Wushuang, Bu Jingren, and the others with peace of mind.

How could Mudan not understand? Feigning pain from her wounds, she wept, her eyes turning red. She insisted on standing up to bow and thank Princess Wanyi for her kindness, moved by the fact that the princess had spoken up for her when no one else would—a true gesture of offering help in one’s hour of need.

The Princess’s mansion was brightly lit through the night. Whether it was because of the joy of the Yixian City canal opening or something else, the lights in many courtyards remained on until dawn.

Wen Wanrong hurriedly stood up, darting to the bedside like a thief to smooth out the wrinkles in her clothes and wipe away the traces left on her lips.

Outside, the men brought by Lei Zi were locked in a bloody struggle with the men of Gu Cheng'en, and the courtyard was in complete chaos.

Xiao Yi sheepishly withdrew his gaze. A moment later, he saw Li Xi take out a scroll.

According to Ma Donglai, the five kilograms of powder coating had been stolen at a great cost from a ceiling manufacturer in Yuezhu.

If there were acid rain every day and scorching sun every day, then even the best coating product could not guarantee its longevity.

But Shi Ling-shan was different. In Gao Qiang’s mind, he knew that what Shi Ling-shan knew must be different from what his aunt knew; otherwise, she wouldn't have emphasized the word "latest." Gao Qiang was determined to catch up with her and get to the bottom of it.

Cheng Liang was wearing the same clothes and shoes as yesterday, with a jade Guanyin hanging from his neck. Su Han had heard Cheng Liang say that his family had prayed for it at a temple the year he took the college entrance exam to ensure his safety.

"Audacious! Where did this lowly servant come from? How dare you not bow to your master!" As expected, Feng Yixue couldn't keep her composure; her vicious words were completely at odds with her appearance.

As time passed, Su Changle’s voice grew weaker. Just as Rong Beilan was about to rush in, the crisp cry of a newborn infant suddenly rang out.

He placed a chair under the eaves, sitting down with a beef guokui in his left hand and a cup of Lu-style Crescent Tea in his right. Life couldn't be more comfortable.

Yuan Shao triumphantly returned to Jizhou to take up his post, once again becoming the master of the region. But unlike in the past, Yuan Shao was now a member of Hong Xiang’s Martial Hall. Deep down, after the ceremony, he was completely devoted to Hong Xiang.

What Qi Lin couldn't understand was this: since things had come to this, why didn't these rat kings simply steel themselves and tear off their conjoined tails? It might have been painful, but it was better than losing their lives.

The Eastern European girl turned her anger into joy, finally looking at Lu Zhan with sympathetic eyes before waving him goodbye.

"I’m rich, I’m rich!" a voice shouted in the thin soldier’s heart. If it weren't for the fact that his actions had to be kept secret, he would have shouted it out loud.

Xu Sheng was a ninth-rank powerhouse whose divine sense was strong enough to sense the miraculous powers of heaven and earth. Through years of accumulated insight, he used supreme methods to paint these forces, controlling them for his own use.