077 Filling the Void

A single defending monster and a face-down card—Youfeng’s first turn was as concise and straightforward as ever.

In fact, more and more among them, gradually accepting his presence in their daily lives, found themselves drawn to him step by step.

“All right, let’s go,” Miao’e’s mother changed the subject, taking Su Miao’e’s arm and rising into the air.

“In that case, let’s destroy everything,” Meng Yuanyuan decided, choosing to eliminate all threats as a precaution before activating her effect.

“The intensity of that oppressive force should be at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. If I’m not mistaken, the owner of that aura must be a master craftsman,” the young man replied, his expression growing solemn. Clearly, he too was awed by the power that Liang Xiao had displayed.

With the annual admissions at Duel Academy, things were no longer quite as they used to be. For example, if they accepted a particularly gifted student, they would prepare to nurture that talent with great effort.

Modern people with open minds are scornful and deeply resistant to having their lifelong choices decided by others.

It’s easy to make them famous for a day—just promote them on short video platforms—but what about after that?

The sorrow of losing what mattered most suddenly transformed, in that same moment, into the motivation to pursue a new goal.

Everyone began to speculate about who the next prime minister would be. The world is unpredictable; people come and go, and tea grows cold—such is life.

From the constantly moving sentries atop the city wall, it was clear that Weicheng still had a massive army in reserve.

The main force halted as well. Zhantou Choucu and another man climbed down from the pickup truck and joined the three others. The mingled sounds of neighing horses and the truck’s roaring engine drew many curious glances.

Once a lofty Marshal of the Heavenly Reaches, Zhu Bajie had been cast down to the mortal world overnight and turned into a mere monster. The immense fall left him lost and confused, uncertain of how to face the future, and even doubting the meaning of life itself.

By around midnight, when all was silent and the night was at its darkest, Wang Yan sensed faint threads of sinister energy drifting from the temple toward him.

After dispersing the breath from the tips of their tongues, Zhang Sui, the Master, Guan Bei, Xun Que, the monk Wuxin, and Axin exchanged glances.

In the current atmosphere of the Dynasty Continent, martial prowess was prized above all; anyone with the opportunity to train in the martial arts strove to improve their combat abilities as much as possible. As for others, their concerns were simply irrelevant.

Tian Hui’s aunt was a concubine in the palace. If they wanted to summon an imperial physician, they would either ask Lord Tian for help or appeal to Concubine Tian. But Lord Tian was surely occupied with court affairs, so their only option was to seek out Concubine Tian.

“Longming Town—Clan Chief Jiang Zhou of the Jiang family has come to offer his congratulations!” the servant at the gate announced loudly.

From what he knew of Chu Shaoyang, the latter was at the fifth level of the Divine Physique Realm. To slay someone at the fifth or even sixth level would be no problem for him.

“Big sister, four flying carpets are approaching. They’re all gunners like us and haven’t taken a detour,” reported one of the guards in the sky.

The knights, following orders, sprang into action once more. The vanguard banner meant the melee knights were to hold their positions, while the ranged knights attacked separately.

She was stunned to see the three children’s corpses. Though she had witnessed many deaths, she could never have believed that Li Changsheng, a mere three-year-old, could have killed the other three. From then on, she maintained a perpetual sense of fear whenever she saw Li Changsheng.

“I’ve found out—once we cross that mountain ahead, we’ll reach Konoha’s frontline camp,” Zhang Han said.

He let out a long sigh, feeling as if the blockage in his heart had finally been lifted, and his mood improved naturally.

After getting into the car, Song Yunxian made a call. Mei Qi didn’t know who she was calling, but from the tone of her conversation, it was clearly very important.

Liang Kuan’s affairs were not her concern; her bottom line was simply to ensure the emperor’s safety. Whatever struggles for power went on among the royals, the old emperor’s life was hers to protect. After all, if the crown prince ever returned and found his father dead, it would hardly bode well.

Later, Yue Qianqian’s father, Yue Zhan, fell in love with Princess Yun Jin of the Star Kingdom. The two pledged themselves to each other in secret, but their love met only opposition from both realms. In the end, after giving birth to Yue Qianqian, Yun Jin died of illness, Yue Zhan followed her in death, and Yue Qianqian was sent back to the hands of Yue Jian in the Xuanyuan Kingdom.

She left her carrot space, exchanged a few polite words with Liang Kuan and Prince Nine, asked about Liang Kuan’s injuries, and then went out.

After hearing An Yujin’s words, An Yuqing buried her head again in her friend’s embrace, breaking into sobs once more.

It was the first time Yue Qianqian had ever seen him like this. Just as she was about to comfort him, she suddenly felt a cold, damp sensation on her neck.

Sun Qingyang, Jingwu, and Jiang Lang all knew that Daoist Feisong was channeling his inner energy into Abbess Jingjue’s body, helping her steady her breath and regulate her true essence to heal her internal injuries.

His rousing speech also doubled as an opportunity to outline Longcheng’s current predicament and their own objectives. As always, he refrained from sharing too many details, but it was clear that Longcheng was not faring well—there was a shortage of food and supplies, and morale was unstable. The people of Longcheng needed to do more.

She tossed her belongings casually on the bed and table, leaving her phone behind, and threw her discarded clothes at the foot of the bed.

Cloud Duo Duo turned to head back to her hospital room, her mood suddenly plummeting. The cascade of recent events left her deeply unsettled.

It was Fang Heyang’s number. Calls that connected as soon as the phone was turned on usually meant he had been trying to reach you constantly.

I even thought to myself, if Su Luo hadn’t left and had persisted, things would be so much simpler now.

Ouyang Feng could never match his opponent’s intellect; his rise to become a top lawyer was due to a sharp mind and decisive action—and now that unyielding style was being used against him.

“…Jiao—no, no! Get away!” Jing Yan’s pupils dilated as the figure before him seemed to be the one he longed for most. Yet his remaining awareness told him the body pressing close was not truly his darling. Instinctively, he shoved her away.

When Yue Qianxi awoke, the snow outside had just stopped, leaving a thin layer at the entrance to the secret chamber.

I lowered my head in contemplation, debating whether to take Young Master Yi to Shanggang City again. In truth, I was curious about what ripples last night’s events might create, and whether Yi would really be as safe as he claimed.

When she agreed to accompany him, she had already accepted what was to come. She understood the realities of society: when you want something, you must lose something in return. She was even prepared to spend the night with him.