Chapter 32: Reunion

“That’s only natural. I know.” Afterward, Director Lu said no more, wearing only an unfathomable smile. Of course, I understood his meaning and rose to take my leave.

The string of experiences that followed saw me brushing shoulders with death more than once—intense, nerve-wracking scenes played out again and again. Since cursing the system proved useless, he could do nothing but accept it all with composure.

“Look, this is the back of your hand, and that is the top of your foot. As for you, you are my treasure!” Zhang Ze said as he played with Diao Chan’s hand.

The light curtain along the corridor took but an instant to sever all the arrows that had just shot from the recess in the wall.

The reason Jiang Yanshen was so certain Lin Qingqian wouldn’t go to Lhasa was because her graduation trip after university had been there. She vomited all over herself right after stepping off the plane, and developed a fever as soon as she reached the hotel—three days of burning up in her room.

Among them were Heaven’s Proud Sons, Chosen Ones, Saints of the Forbidden Lands, Sons of the Divine Kingdom, and Sons of Emperors—countless and without number.

Still, considering her friendship with Dong Yan, she felt a pang. With Dong Yan’s character, even if she was berated by others, she would never turn around and scold anyone in the class. She would only bear it all alone.

Facing death and the dissipation of his path, he had no choice but to refine himself into an Undead Mystic Body from the cliff, turning himself into a living corpse before his body could mutate.

Just as I was still lost in “reminiscence,” Ma Fei roared in anger and hurled two mud-egg-like spheres straight at me.

“You don’t need to be so pessimistic. Perhaps you’ve simply consumed too much energy and just need to replenish with some energy fluid. Once we make it to the base, you’ll be fine,” Li Guanghan whispered at her ear.

Miyamoto San-go, after all, was a man of integrity. He neither wished to heed the pressure from those corrupt superiors nor miss the chance to purge the society’s ranks.

Of course, this time, with the patriarch himself presiding, no one would dare act publicly. How things would play out in private, with all the schemes and reprisals, was another matter. But at least for now, the atmosphere in the Long family compound seemed harmonious.

Now, before the Sword Hero had even matured, he had already been targeted multiple times. Li Wufeng had no choice but to seize the opportunity to give these restless disciples a veiled warning.

Whether it was dealing with this military base or evading its surveillance, both were immensely difficult—there was simply no way to avoid it.

Witnessing the horrifying wounds on their companions, those behind felt a chill in their hearts. Yet, goaded on by their crazed leader, they gritted their teeth and charged once more.

Grotesque corpses lay strewn across the ground—some resembled scorpions, others were like snakes with legs, still others looked like plants. Their flowing scarlet blood soaked the earth. Kill one wave, and another surged forth, endless as the tide.

Suddenly, he spread his arms wide, and behind him, a massive lotus of fire began to rise and swirl.

Hearing Satan’s words sent a shiver through everyone’s hearts—a person wasn’t even spared after death, their body still used to create those terrifying, evil “death warriors.” Such a person was truly malicious beyond imagination.

“I’m going to learn from the famous recluses and scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties—raise some lice on myself!” Pei Qin snorted, clearly in a bad mood.

Xuanyuan Tianxin glanced with a twinge of pain at a certain someone putting on airs, then lifted the beaded curtain and entered the inner room.

Shao Yang rode slowly on horseback, his face as calm as still water while his mind raced with thoughts. The Shaohua Sect had split from the Huashan Daoist Sect years ago and had long since developed its own methods—clearly, their magic and abilities now differed greatly from those of Huashan.

One cannot choose the race into which one is born, nor judge good and evil by race alone. There are good and bad among humans, just as among demons or devils. To judge solely by race is nothing but prejudice, and to him, such thinking was fundamentally wrong.

Along the way, Qian Feng was resolute in his heart, having agreed with Qian Ye to each seek a magic treasure that resonated with them. Qian Feng meant to consult Ling Xiaochen, while Qian Ye had his own plans.

The village was silent at this hour. Da Bin called Brother Zhuzi again, who said he would be there at once.

At this moment, all of the protections on Elder Ni’s body had shattered, one arm was a mangled mess, and his face was as pale as paper. After all, it had been the explosion of a planet—even with his strength at the later stage of Great Realm King, he was gravely injured.

Sun Haoci’s right arm could not possibly grow back in a month or two—his blood and energy were utterly depleted. If he simply waited for it to heal, it would take at least a year and a half.

“You should have had it—it was you who chose to give it up.” The commander suddenly cut in coldly.

Crossing the threshold, Ji Qianyun could no longer suppress a certain flutter in her heart. She turned back abruptly, and there he was, standing in the gentle east wind and sunlight.

When Gu Qi finished his formation, a thunderous, majestic roar suddenly rang out across the sky, and a potent pressure blanketed the entire mountain range. Looking up, a giant lion of light, a hundred meters long, gazed down upon the ape spirit from above, golden radiance streaming from its body—majestic and beautiful.

Hearing this, I couldn’t explain why, but I felt a deep unease in my heart. After learning news of my master, I found myself missing him terribly.

Three months later, the last city of the Great Qin Kingdom, Fengcheng, fell to the Northern Star Army. The Great Qin Kingdom was no more.

No one knew how long it was before he finally released her—though not completely. His heavy body pressed against her, his face so close, resting on her slender shoulder. His deeply chiseled, striking features and usually indifferent eyes now burned with a trace of heat after that fierce kiss.

Damn it all! There are human traffickers in hotels now? Mo Yunjiao was struck by disbelief and opened her mouth, about to call for Yu Jinbei in the bathroom.

The battle was brutal—time and again, one could see wounded soldiers of the Restoration Army, drenched in blood, clutching bundles of grenades as they perished together with Japanese troops. The Japanese launched relentless attacks all day, ceasing only when night fell, gathering their wounded and withdrawing to the temporary camp.