32 Chapter 32

Zhang Li was not old to begin with, and thanks to proper skincare, she looked even younger. For her, acting cute felt perfectly natural, though it left An Yining speechless. That day felt exceptionally long; despite her working as hard as she could, time seemed to stand still, stretching on endlessly.

Qin Aofeng spotted Xia Mo at that moment. His furrowed brows relaxed, but his face immediately darkened again. He strode toward her in long, swift steps.

Xia Mo knew Yao Ziyun was a formidable martial artist and dared not let her guard down. Clutching the infant tightly, she retreated slowly. The purple figure and the white one moved through the long corridor, one advancing and the other receding. As the night breeze picked up, their loose hair and flowing robes of purple and white silk were swept high into the air.

The most classic things are often the most cliché, but cliché or not, you simply cannot resist them—that is how classics are born.

Following over a hundred Temple Knights clad in white armor were a dozen priests in white robes. Behind the white-robed priests was an elderly man with a shaved head and silver robes, surrounded by several cardinals.

"Whew, it feels good to be full. Compared to some poor wretches who haven't eaten all night, I am truly fortunate!" Her melodic voice was filled with a peculiar allure; the mix of spiciness and charm was perfectly embodied in Huofeng at that moment.

At this instant, some of the dark citizens had recognized Ye Han's identity, and they could not help but gasp in shock.

"Good, let’s drink until we fall!" Ye Feng grinned, raised his hand, and clinked his wine jar against those of Kano and Wentian. Under the moonlight, the three brothers tilted their heads back and drank heartily.

The next day, it was already eleven o'clock when An Yining picked up An De and An Rui. After getting them settled, she went to the bridal shop with Lan Jing'en.

Xie Xing nodded. In this world, the strong are respected. Since he displayed power greater than Qian Huadong’s, the latter had no choice but to show him respect. If he hadn't been the stronger one—even though Qian Huadong hadn't shown any intent to rob him—one could never be sure what might happen next.

Furthermore, she understood Mo Fei’s words at the dinner table—about her managing the company in the future—better than anyone. Mo Fei wasn't just trying to please his elders or show off. Although those words weren't addressed directly to her, they were meant for her to hear; they were Mo Fei’s promise to her.

He Yu broke into a cold sweat. If he had acted just now, even if he were slightly stronger than this man, he, He Yu, would surely be the one to die in the end. Alchemists were terrifying.

Feng Xiaofeng was instantly enraged. If not for Chu Yan, he wouldn't be where he is today. In his heart, Chu Yan's status was even higher than that of the three masters of the Sword Path; how could he allow anyone to insult him?

The Hong Kong film market was now much larger than it had been in the original history. The total box office for all of 1985 reached over 1.7 billion Hong Kong dollars, nearly triple the total box office for that year in the original timeline.

"You may all head to the Immortal God Realm. Once I settle the grievances of these realms, we shall go there together!" Lie Teng said with a calm smile.

"Xie Yang, prepare the carriage. Arrange all matters and send word to Li Linxing. Tell him to investigate the Red Sand Sect openly, and make sure Xiang Tianyu’s safety is guaranteed! Also, tell him to scout for talent for me—I need elites!" Yang Yifeng ordered, item by item.

"Gack, gack, gack!" Beside the burly man, a figure draped in a black robe and holding an ancient staff laughed in a rasping, unpleasant voice.

"Hahaha!" Bai Jingqi and Bai Jingyuan both burst into laughter, while Bai Xin pursed her lips, holding back a smile until her face flushed red.

He had performed quite well there, completing all his internship courses in just a single year. Because of his outstanding performance, he was hired by that hospital as a full-fledged emergency physician, spending every day saving lives and healing the wounded.

"I'm full!" Yang Feng put down the chicken leg he had just picked up, knowing that the real business was about to begin.

Behind the pier was a massive camp surrounded by bamboo fences and wooden walls, with earthen and stone walls still being rammed into place on the outside. Inside, tents were arranged in an orderly fashion, and well-drilled soldiers patrolled the grounds.

Even if they all had to sleep on the streets in the future, they had to keep the people safe first. This was almost a universal human sentiment; life is the most precious thing of all.

"As you said, there are more than ten cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage among them, and even more at the standard Nascent Soul stage. Adding one more of you won't change the situation much," Li Sinian said.

On Dongbo Xueying’s side, no one had ever ventured into the Chaos Void, and they lacked the knowledge of the outside world, so they did not recognize Bone Ancestor.

After the Eastern Emperor Heaven Emperor died, his body transformed into a wraith and successfully evolved, becoming an existence at the peak of the Immortal level. Now, he was helping Princess Youyue slaughter the Heavenly Dragons.

Even if one had them, one had to wait until the soul was strong enough to attempt cultivating secret techniques with it. Once one mastered soul-attack techniques, one could kill invisibly.

Yang Xuan’s expression was cold. Ignoring the shouts of the God of the Underworld, he fought his way to the deepest part of the Void Star Sea, where he saw a gargantuan black hole.

Xiang Yuan was sensitive and insecure, yet his heart was filled with pride. He possessed unparalleled talent and courage in sword forging. It could be said that he always viewed his brother as a rival; he did not want to lose to Chi You, nor did he want to be protected by him forever.

If he could successfully return to the Beast King without alerting any spirit beasts, that would be the best outcome.

The old woman walking in front said nothing, but Li Bing felt bored and asked, "Grandma, what is your surname? I can't just go on without knowing it." The old woman turned and said, "Just call me Grandma Qi."

Yun Mengxue had already come to a realization: no matter how Luo Haochen tormented her, it was only repeated physical harm. She could grit her teeth and endure it. But this time, he couldn't even be bothered to do it himself.

Griping the Dragon Scale Blade tightly in his right hand, a golden light suddenly ignited on the edge. With a swift turn, he swung the blade fiercely, and a powerful, violent golden radiance flew out to meet the incoming sword light.

"No need. Besides, I'm becoming increasingly curious about you people of the Dragon family. Heh." Liu Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

Seeing that he had only wounded one Japanese soldier, Cao Hu rolled on the ground. In that brief window, he reloaded his weapon, lay on his side, and fired back.

Following the appearance of this man, several more figures emerged from behind. Among them was one familiar to Long Tianyu: the man whose crotch he had kicked, the fifth leader of this group.