Brief Explanation

Right at that moment, a beam of icy-blue spiritual energy burst forth. A colossal skeletal ghost general materialized in the void, blocking the path of the two men in black and cutting off their advance.

This surge of anger not only failed to reverse the disadvantage, but instead revealed that the martial arts technique of the Asura Puxian Aspect was completely useless against these two. Reaching this impasse, Ayang Puka realized he was entirely on the losing end. To achieve his goal of drawing away Meng Qi and Mo Li, he unhesitatingly cast out the information he had originally intended to use as a vital bargaining chip.

"Earth-Shattering Slash!" Seeing that Lin Xiu was indeed sitting on the ground over there without making a move, the students of Class Five let down their guard.

"Wait a minute, are you certain their description of the Vermilion Fruit included the phrase 'a speck of cyan between the eyebrows'?" Qin Chen asked, frowning as he interrupted Du Deyue's account.

"This is somewhat interesting," the old man said as he dodged the attacks from Lin Xiu and Luo Yue.

Reflecting on it, he felt relieved. The primeval dragon realm had remained stable for countless years; what major event could possibly transpire in a mere century?

Guo Ling and the others also looked at Lin Xiu in astonishment, seemingly curious as to how he could know things with such clarity.

Ma Zhong felt entirely secure and fearless, knowing that with his troops at his side, Lu Ji would never dare to detain him.

Coveting the Ancestral Dragon's blood and keeping their eyes fixed on Long Qingchen's blood pool, they saw that Long Qingchen looked like a statue, seemingly fast asleep, and could not help but whisper criticisms.

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in the sky, clearly entering the ears of Sang Ruo and every youth around him. Even Ao Li curiously raised his head, as if trying to find out where the voice was coming from.

It was a divergence between saber and sword, and also a divergence in the methods of executing moves. When Bei Jinghong saw it clearly, anger flared instantly. It was simply detestable that the Southern Kingdom was secretly assisting the Xiliang people in violating the Northern Territory. If they acted openly and aboveboard, it would be one thing, but this cowardly yet meddling attitude was what made people truly nauseous.

Encouraged by Jin Xiu's words, Yue Gui's mind was mostly set at ease. The mother and daughter made a lively commotion in the kitchen, full of festive spirit, and with the arrival of Madam Liu, that warm atmosphere ascended to an even higher level.

Hah! When others uttered those few words, their eyes would light up with radiance, but to her, it only felt agonizing. To live out a lifetime like Empress Zhang, what meaning could there possibly be?

Madam Yu looked at Yaya and was startled. "Why are you here? Why aren't you in the courtyard helping your grandma and the others sort mushrooms?" Madam Yu was afraid that Yaya would shirk work and bring down Old Madam Zhao's reprimands.

Yet in the city of London, within the Windsor Royal Borough, or in any corner of the kingdom, people never felt oppressive heat. A gentle breeze brushed past, and no matter what one was doing, sweat never beaded on the skin—summer was a concept that simply did not exist.

As the power of Zhongdu grew steadily day by day, Emperor Xiajing's desire to unify the Great Xia flared up once again. At the opportune moment, certain court officials submitted a memorial advising Emperor Xiajing that it was time to dispatch troops to Jianghuai, breach Jianye, subjugate the Prince of Yan, and unify the realm under heaven.

A single wrathful character—"Execute"—chilled the heart of Wei Huan, who was accompanying the carriage outside. Raising his gaze slightly, he happened to clash with the dragon-like eyes of Emperor Xiajing, brimming with murderous intent through the carriage curtains. In an instant, he felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss, his heart and soul shattered to pieces.

Should he leave the two of them to slowly recognize their own hearts? He had no desire to play the matchmaker; if he failed, wouldn't he just turn into a gossiping go-between?

"Jesting, who in the entire Northern Fu could possibly carry the weight Your Highness holds?" Sima Yuanxian clearly had no intention of letting the matter drop.

"Hmph, says who? He said today that he likes me. The reason he turned me down today is because he has matters to attend to. Look, isn't he here to crash the Sea Gang's turf? Once things are done later, he will definitely come looking for me." The fiery beauty seemed quite confident.

"This is our duty. Once everyone arrives shortly, we will discuss the specific matters further," Yan Hong replied.

David was still the same, requiring someone to sing and dance right before his eyes before he would finish his breakfast. He refused to do his winter break homework, pointing at Ye Li and demanding that she play ball with him.

That young man had not clearly seen how Ling Feng arrived; he only felt a figure flash past before suddenly materializing right in front of him, sending a chill down his spine and making him want to beat a retreat. However, with so many friends watching from behind, he still needed to save face.

"Qin Lang, where are you taking her?" As he walked downstairs and passed through the main hall, Qin Lang heard his father calling him. The tone was stern and seemed laced with anger. Yet he was angry too—where was he supposed to vent this fire?

"Um, right, what I wanted to tell you is that I... I..." Lin Jie originally intended to tell Lilith directly, but seeing her expectant look, his mischievous urge flared up once again.

Upon hearing this, the old dowager chided him playfully: "You always have such a sweet mouth, no wonder your father favors you more. Coincidentally, there is a bit of a matter here. Your third uncle is making a fuss with me, and grandmother is quite exasperated by him. I asked your imperial mother for leniency, but she refused. Tang'er, come and help your grandmother out." With that, she cast a glaring look at the princess consort.

"Hmph, can you even hope to get food? We are nothing more than the old, weak, and disabled; how could we possibly have the strength of those robust youths?" Another toad, B, expressed utter disdain.

In the countless years that followed, legends regarding the Demon God Leixiu spread across the world. The resurrection of the Demon God meant that within a hundred days, the mortal realm would inevitably transform into a living hell with rivers of blood. Yet whenever such times arrived, a savior would invariably emerge to deliver humankind.

Very well, with such a diligent genius, how could Zhou Steeling possibly have the heart not to treat him well? Who knew when this genius went to sleep at 4:00 AM, when he went to work at the company, or when he found time for procreation? Could it be that he merely mistook a rare occurrence for the general rule?