Chapter 36: Dodder on the Bridge

Before the servant who had hurried in could finish his sentence, Gong Yizun’s figure had already surged forth, violently darting out the door.

Gathering his true essence into his right fist, Li Aotian unleashed a domineering punch, instantly shattering the billion yuan crystals before him into a pile of fly ash.

The group headed toward the center, and even the servants of the Martial King’s Manor were pushed along toward the core by the pressure of the mysterious light.

But why, the moment they boarded the plane, did these two let their imaginations run wild to such an extent that they reached this conclusion?

A gale exceeding hurricane strength suddenly roared, and in an instant, sand and stones flew, and every tree was uprooted. The three giant boulders that had been there previously vanished, swept away without a trace by the howling storm.

With the hundred magic treasures now in place, Wang Nuannian suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked slowly toward the light zither.

That name was linked to his entire childhood—that fragile, defenseless, and harrowing upbringing was the source of the darkest times in his life.

It was not just the disciples of the True Thunder Sect; even the high-ranking members, such as the peak masters and elders who had known She Qinglei, could not help but sigh, all of them deeply puzzled by Li Aotian’s lack of judgment.

Yueying had estimated during his sword strike that this man was at a similar level to her, but she did not know if he had any companions.

However... looking at An Li, who was clinging to Jun Ling’s arm and refusing to let go, Ye Qin felt that this was a problem.

His next sentence would never be spoken—his nose was bitten off in one snap by a wild beast that had suddenly lunged out.

“What exactly did I overlook?” Since he could not figure it out, Master Xie could only shake his head helplessly. Just as he was about to discard this thought from his mind, his expression changed drastically in the next second. He had finally, suddenly realized what he had just overlooked.

***

As the old man’s voice faded, a circular platform slowly rose above the stage. On the platform, inside a crystal glass case, a fiery red stone pillar stood silently. Upon it, a drop of scarlet liquid, as red as blood, flowed slowly as if it possessed a spirit of its own.

However, from the way their eyes flickered over from time to time, it was not hard to see that they had not missed a single word of the conversation inside.

What reason did she have to let Prince Chen clean up her mess? Was that fair to him? And what reason did she have to gamble her father’s life? Was it truly secure to pin her hopes on the Lei Kingdom, on the timing, and on the Emperor?

Along the way, he could not help but regret his actions: in truth, he should have known long ago that she should not have spent today at school.

The 19th for the preview, the 20th for the official release—this was the opening schedule for the first film of *White Night*.

A red phoenix bird tore through the deathly silent sky, its massive projection casting a vast crimson shadow across the boundless ocean.

Even though Fu Yue had not come to find him in the past two or three years—yet why hadn't he searched for her? Was it that he couldn't find her, or that he was unwilling? She dared not even analyze the subtle difference between the two.

On the road under the moonlight lay a few barrels of mellow wine, several roasted lambs, and dozens of straw sandals tied together.

Zhao Shengxi had worn the same expression for decades and was stubbornly set in his ways. Back then, when Su Yanxia ordered him to let the prisoner go, didn't he cease his attack and spare Li Xianqiu’s life? Truth be told, he was like a puppet devoid of emotion, listening only to the whims of others; from birth until now, he obeyed Su Yanxia and another old man named Qiu.

Heaven and earth churned as wind and clouds gathered, and spiritual energy billowed like a river. This battle was world-shaking and earth-shattering. The various imperial princes and heavenly soldiers who witnessed it were left with an indelible impression, and some even felt a bone-chilling fear toward the demonic wolf.

Lü Lingqi finally emerged from the formation in a dragging, indecisive manner, with a handsome young man in scholar’s robes chasing her on horseback. Ma Yulu was overjoyed; rumors said Lü Lingqi was arrogant and willful, and seeing her today, it was indeed true.

At the most critical moment, a cold light flashed, and the invisible demon was covered in blood as it collapsed to the ground, dying a miserable death. The one who had slain it was none other than the girl, Tianwu.

***

“I, I think the Master will be out immediately...” A servant just wanted to explain, but was cut off by a sharp retort from Bai Feng.

These richly dressed individuals were likely familiar with one another, chatting incessantly. Li Hanyun, who was walking along the courtyard wall, heard every word clearly.

Several days later, Xu Jiangnan finally waited for the person he had been expecting—the youth he had met in the North. The boy was still carrying the sword case Xu Jiangnan had given him. Having traveled for so long, there was no sign of fatigue on his face, only a sense of joy, as if he now looked more like a wandering swordsman of the jianghu.

After doing this three times, Zhao Han’s face was as white as paper, and there seemed to be a clanging noise in his ears; he had no choice but to stop.

Such pure source energy! A trace of excitement flashed in Gasol’s eyes. If he had practiced with such pure source energy from the beginning, he might have already broken through the barrier of a high-level source energy practitioner, and perhaps even gone further.

Zhao Han did not stop his pace, answering each question methodically. Sincere to his heart, sincere to himself, he did not perfunctorily dodge, cover up, or escape, remaining open and upright.

Although Rengar had already learned many human languages, it was clear that he could not understand the inexplicable meaning behind Zhang Chao’s words.

“Are you a robot?” The first time he saw Ron, he felt a sense of incongruity. It was only after observing him for a long time that he arrived at this conclusion.

Putting that matter aside, the second issue was that a power vacuum had emerged in the Empire. All three princes were dead, the old King was lying in state in the palace, and the Commander-in-Chief of the expeditionary army had died last night. With no one to take charge, Adonis speculated that warlords in other fiefdoms would begin to make their moves.