Chapter 32: Better to Accept Than Decline with False Modesty

Liu Xue, another close friend, could hardly believe her ears. She never imagined that Yang Min would drag her into this mess and couldn't help but want to curse out loud. Last time in the basement, she had mentally prepared herself, but Cao Mang had refused. This time, she looked at him expectantly, hoping he would reject it again.

But she was destined for disappointment. This time, Cao Mang was the one to bring it up, wanting to see if ordinary women might be of help to him.

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"By the way, have you seen Brother Bai?" Leng Ruobing had just sent her previous message when she added this one, but then hesitated, wondering whether or not to send it. If she did, would Li Yao think she was too eager?

Boom! He summoned all his cultivation, the azure glow around him growing denser, and a piercing sonic boom erupted from the intense light as he shot dozens of yards away in an instant.

He had spent centuries honing his blade—it was his very life. Possessing a supreme divine sword had been his lifelong wish, and he had thought this dream would never come true.

The blade bent further by a few millimeters, and the Blackwind Stronghold chief's sickly tremors grew more violent. Scarlet garments tore and fluttered apart, and blood-soaked hair streamed wildly in the wind.

Lin Tianxuan, receiving feedback from his primordial spirit, shifted his perspective, no longer relying solely on his physical eyes. At last, he noticed what set Yan Yuluo apart.

The curse mage immediately locked onto Mo Liu and his companion, ghostly blue eyes flickering with an eerie light. With a furious shout, he cast a curse upon the uncle, followed by a regular attack—a black orb shot straight toward them.

"In any case, I hope Zhou Yu can return safely this time." After standing there blankly for a moment, Zhou Qingfan smiled, then turned and walked back to his stronghold, Zhou Qingpu following close behind.

"Alright, let's go home," Chenchen said coyly, wanting Li Bai to carry her. Knowing she was tired from today's training, Li Bai hoisted her onto his shoulder.

All primordial forces in this world originate from Heaven's Gate. Every being with divine nature, upon achieving mastery, is summoned once before Heaven's Gate to comprehend the Way.

Jiang Yuan nodded, face tinged with shyness, for there were still many people around. Chen Ziyi and Xiang Chenxi were both their students, though in truth, these students were far more capable than their teachers. Clearly, those close to Ling Xiao could not be treated as ordinary people.

Father and son exchanged no words, but their glances conveyed everything. They smiled at each other, all unspoken yet understood.

That day, as an elder brother who usually beat and scolded his own younger sister, never once showing her a kind face.

Behind them, cries of battle and the monstrous roars of dinosaurs shook the heavens; ahead, firelight occasionally flared in the windows of buildings, gunshots ringing out in fits and starts.

The second half is much harder to grasp—what kind of being is born already eighteen, counting their years by chaos itself?

Wait, stop there. Perhaps the red-faced man talked nonsense too often, and did too much evil, so Heaven gave him a red face as punishment.

"Sister-in-law, stop fussing. Have a few drinks with us," the two men said. Though they had already drunk plenty, such casual remarks were always on their lips.

Only those at the Ancestral Realm can perceive the traces of the Heavenly Dao at work. Huo Bao was not at this stage; he was still at the Nascent Soul Realm. Yet, he saw sights that only those at the Ancestral Realm could see.

One must understand that while the martial world of Huaxia is less chaotic and complicated than before, there is still little goodwill between its various factions.

The Old Immortal of the South Pole smiled broadly, but his eyes were cold as he spoke. As he did, the coiled dragon cane in his hand exuded an even greater aura, showing not the slightest sign of relenting.

That roar was so ferocious it shattered the wings of the mosquitoes swarming in the air, leaving them flightless.

A chilling surge of system energy, like the biting winds of the dead of winter, swept over Ren Tianxing, draining the color from his face, leaving him covered in frost and shivering violently.