Chapter 28: Not a Good Woman

Xiao Yun turned his head to look at the sword spirit, who wore a serious expression. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes sharpening with a fierce glint. In this life, the thing he loathed most was when someone used his closest loved ones to threaten him.

"Hey!" Li Wei twisted his body, only to find he was completely immobilized. Just as he was beginning to feel a mix of despair and frustration, Revy finally woke up.

It turned out they had unknowingly arrived at the border between the Buddhist and Catholic territories.

They were not heading toward the core of the plane; while the core was naturally a treasure, it was not something just anyone could digest or claim.

Perhaps needing to consolidate the vast territories they had acquired, the Mara Legion ceased their incursions into other factions after obtaining the Howling Great Hell, focusing instead on firmly holding the lands they had already conquered.

Closing the door, Tang Cheng returned to the side of Jindai, and the two were teleported to her residence, the courtyard of the Kirishima Shrine.

Ancient vines bore the marks of time, and the moss spreading across the tree trunks did not look unkempt; rather, it exuded an aura of natural, harmonious coexistence.

Pointing casually at a school bus parked on the playground, Li Wei offered a solution that was, at best, a desperate measure.

Before leaving, almost everyone present speculated that Lin Yang was the spoiled scion of some major sect.

The entire room seemed to be bathed in a golden shimmer, and Can Can’s arms, though he didn't know when it happened, were now wrapped around his neck.

The black-and-white furniture, illuminated by the European-style chandelier, made the bedroom look stark and elegant, giving it a cold, detached feeling.

"Exactly! They’ve been here for a long time. I’ve been waiting, never expecting them to hand us an opportunity themselves." Jun Yao had racked his brains trying to find a way to incite a bloody conflict between the Black Blade Society and the Yamaguchi-gumi, but he had never found a viable plan.

Originally, Zhang Wanzhong had been worried that Lin Hao was courting death, intending to keep a close watch on his movements and intervene the moment something went wrong.

Bai Tong stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. A piercing, agonizing pain immediately flooded her entire body.

Inside a private hospital in New York City, emergency personnel pushed a blue gurney rapidly toward the operating room, the doors closing behind them.

Listening to Fang Shuyao’s lecture, Mu Haotian felt his pride wounded. Fortunately, no one else was around, and his subordinates hadn't overheard; otherwise, it would have been too humiliating.

The other man retreated several steps, a flicker of fear rising in his heart as he looked at Wu Kuang, who had undergone an instantaneous transformation.

Cherry Blossom Dancing Girl had only told Zhuo Jun what she knew, but she was unaware that Zhuo Yue had kidnapped Xia Yiqi and Chu Wei, forcing him to promise never to see Zhuo Jun again.

A-Biao pointed toward the deep valley in the distance, where a flat area contained a giant bubble encasing everything within it.

Regardless of who the other person was or why they had been imprisoned here, he would absolutely not allow a second living being to exist in this realm.

Lu Zhiling couldn't tell from their expressions whether they all knew Bo Wang was doing such things for the Bo family, but she had made her point.

Seeing her expression, Qu Yingqiu felt a sense of relief: perhaps this was the right decision.

Huo Zhi was rendered speechless by Chen Feng’s remarks. If an ordinary person had spoken to her like that or acted so brazenly, she likely would have attacked them already; however, with Yao Chen nearby, she held back.

Xiang Li was trembling with rage, grabbing whatever was nearby and swinging it at Song Chengye’s head, while others rushed to intervene.

However, this house near the school was merely a high-rise duplex; in reality, it did not have the wide staircase from the dream.

Lu Congdi looked the "filial son" up and down, deliberately walked slowly behind him, and then kicked him in the leg.

After finishing all this, seeing his God-Slaying Blade lying beside Ye Bei, he walked over, picked it up, and slid it into the scabbard at his waist.

The golden sphere was slightly larger than a fist. Jian Ruonan thought it would weigh at least several hundred taels, but upon taking it, she discovered it was hollow.

If one could obtain the Imperial Seal of the Dayu Dynasty and leverage its national destiny to establish a unique nation and develop one's own power, that would be the key to turning the tides.

Which dynasty this shipwreck belonged to, which merchant fleet it was part of, why it appeared here, or what caused it to be caught by the iron hook—none of it was known. These were puzzles far beyond Lin Feng’s ability to solve.

Seeing Han Lin teasing Qing Song with a facade of goodwill, Wu Feng glanced at Qing Song, who sat in the seat of honor. Seeing no reaction, he naturally offered a smile of his own.

"Yu Yang, are you willing to join my Yuan Chen Sect?" Luo Chengfeng’s gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Yu Yang, who stood at the front.

If that were the case, the strength of the Song Alliance among the top factions would have to be reassessed.

Words like "audacious" or "reckless" didn't seem sufficient to describe Fang Xiyuan’s latest transgression. Caught completely off guard, Ling Qi stood frozen like a stone statue, allowing the man to hold her tightly in his arms as if he intended to knead her into his very being.

The Dragon and Phoenix clans had strict requirements during the transition from mortal to Golden Core, but their daily cultivation had no set rules—after all, given that their true forms were dragons or phoenixes, how could there be any talk of sitting cross-legged in meditation?

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Quickly blow-dry your hair, and then we’ll go to sleep." Guan Ying’s eyes brightened as she handed over the hairdryer and smoothed out the bedsheets with care.

From this point on, the competition for the top ten would be different, as it would be held within a massive illusionary array. Because the power of this array was so immense, Yun Xian, at the Yunling level, could not possibly withstand the impact of the illusion while facing innate divine power.

However, looking at the Han citizens fleeing south in famine, it was clear that everyone currently feared the sea.

Yet, just as he stepped out of the forest edge, Di Tian frowned and looked back slightly. He sensed a power belonging to a beast permeating the forest.

"Third Brother, leave the task of clearing out the agents on the perimeter of the headquarters to your combat team. Try not to cause too much of a stir." Lu Haodong discarded the agent’s corpse, turned back, and spoke to a middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache.

While inheriting the medical expertise of Hua Tuo and Sun Simiao, Lu Yuan also inherited their principle and nature of healing the wounded and rescuing the dying. Thus, under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he found himself unable to refuse.