Chapter 40: The Truth Revealed, Standing Proud at the Pinnacle

At the mouth of the cave, a figure flashed by—it was none other than the previously vanished Head of the Zhan Clan!
His face was pale and his breathing chaotic, clearly having just been through a fierce battle.
"Do not jump! It is a trap!"
Too late!
Niu Yichen and Zhan Qingxue felt the ground vanish beneath their feet, and a powerful suction force pulled them straight into the bronze cauldron.
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As for Princess Chang'an, it was even simpler. She was the paternal cousin of Qin Hu's older cousin. The moment Qin Hu died, the vast fortune of the Champion Marquis's estate would naturally fall entirely into the hands of that cousin.

Qiyue did not turn to throw herself into the embrace of the owner of that hand; instead, her body trembled slightly as she resolutely witnessed the events unfolding before her.
Deep within the giant's body, five-colored multicolored radiance welled up, rippling like the surface of a lake, growing increasingly bright and brilliant. The light carried powerful energy fluctuations, and the sensation grew steadily more intense and oppressive, as though it could erupt at any moment.

Lu Jie and Luna sat in a daze to the side, indifferent—whether because they had witnessed such arguments so often that they had grown completely numb, or because they simply did not care about their parents at all, ignoring the eldest aunt as she unleashed a furious barrage of thunder and lightning upon her husband.

Seated inside the stretched Lincoln, the motorcade ranted majestically into the brand-new high-tech development zone. Unlike in his past life, where the high-tech zone was established relatively late and relegated to the suburbs, this time the municipal government had carved out a plot of land right near the university town! This would become prime real estate where every inch of land was worth a fortune, a clear testament to the great importance attached to this project by provincial and municipal leaders.

Row upon row of glowing tips, sincere messages one after another, and stack upon stack of crimson recommendation ballots made me deeply feel your camaraderie. They let me know that you are still here, the Wolf Alliance is still here, and that you have always stood quietly in the background, capable of erupting with immense energy the very moment your support is truly needed.

Other knights concealed in snowdrifts wore looks of anticipation in their eyes, while others sported confident smiles at the corners of their mouths. Sure enough, a short while later, a line of figures moving across the wall could be seen patrolling back and forth, when suddenly, behind the troop, another stealthy figure crept up.

Within the temple, the Son of God stood beneath the gods alone yet above ten thousand people, with even the Golden Priests bound to obey his commands. To put it simply, as long as he did not commit any acts directly targeting the institutional deities, the entire temple was now firmly within his grasp.

The bed was a scene of utter ruin, and Sister Feng bore numerous injuries across her body. She gazed at Wang Ming with terrified eyes.

"Your timing is truly impeccable. I have just finished cooking, and right on cue, you walk in," Bai Xiaotong said with a faint smile.

"Sister Xuejian, these dumplings are exceptionally delicious. Have a bite too," Jiulang urged, noticing Xuejian staring blankly at the dumplings.

Mojiang did not know how to explain either, so he could only manage a smile, awkwardly scratching his head with his hand to ease the tense atmosphere.

It sounded good, but Zhan Hen immediately spoke up to stop it. He knew Tang Ruyan's condition—her soul was merely dwelling temporarily in another vessel, and what would happen if she were driven out and unable to return? He would rather she endure and pull through this way.

Xuejian closed her eyes briefly, then slowly, very slowly, opened them again, terrified that what was before her might just be a dream, and that upon waking, Zhou Bo would vanish. When her eyes opened once more, her face was already streaked with tears.

The pool of water was tranquil, with birds occasionally chirping a note or two, gently stirring shallow ripples across the surface.

Once upon a time, Qiu Yunong had also carried his child, but before the baby even had a chance to enter the world—having resided in Qiu Yunong's womb for a mere three weeks—it was forcibly aborted.

When Ziyun stepped forward to examine the remaining unburnt bones, he discovered that amidst the charred fragments, several pieces of black substance were fused together. He immediately picked them up to inspect them closely.

She also noticed that shortly after she entered, those tables that had originally been vacant were instantly occupied by others.