Volume One, Chapter 25: Reconciliation and Forgiveness

The young man nodded, and pale green soul power radiated from his body as a century-old yellow soul ring drifted up and down around him.

"Uncle, since you simply built a frame outside the courtyard this afternoon, it can serve to block people's view."

Building it yourself works too. When he has corpses, he buries them underground; when he has money, he buries that underground too. Shang Geyong had stumbled into saving his own life, and the key was that in the courtyard of the villa back in his hometown, there was indeed gold buried.

The aura of the Six-Winged Green Python was incredibly powerful and terrifying, yet among the awakened prodigies present, all were young experts who looked down upon their contemporaries; none were afraid.

Dozens of kilometers away, Xu Cheng emerged from a gust of wind and snow, catching sight of Elizabeth standing before him.

The God of Blue possessed a special ability: by observing blood dripping onto the ground, he could determine whether the blood had been shed while the person was alive or after they had died. Some of the blood here had clearly spilled out only after the individuals had fallen.

"Princess Xi, what else do you have to say for yourself?" Emperor Yuan sat in the seat of honor, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, each strike echoing as if it were landing on Luo Fanyan’s heart.

The psychology expert and the negotiator sitting across from Tang Sui paused, realizing that Tang Sui was no novice, but someone with genuine insight and substance.

Emperor Qiyuan looked at Du Jiuyi. Her appearance was plain, bearing not a shred of resemblance to Madam Du; he supposed she must take after her father.

Nan Hongxiang’s explanation only deepened Luo Haochen’s confusion. He subconsciously glanced outside the window, which had no curtains drawn—the snow was still falling. It was clearly snowing; how could he have been drenched in water? Was it rain?

While Talun was feeling triumphant, he did not forget to observe Neo’s expression and behavior. Being a cunning old fox, he sensed Neo's awkward position and secretly whispered a few words to Albert, intending for him to win Neo’s favor as well.

With a despondent sigh, Li Xian clasped his hands behind his back. The high spirits he had felt moments ago vanished, and he chose to walk back with slow, heavy steps.

"Nonsense, of course it’s serious! Otherwise, I would be taking my afternoon nap right now instead of rushing to the airport!" Li Jianhua shouted.

Ever since many people were born, Leng Mubai had always been the Seventh Law-Enforcing Elder of the Sword Sect.

However, at this time, because the atmosphere of war between the Song and Jin dynasties was growing increasingly tense, the Jin state tightened its control over regions bordering the Great Song, sealing many passes and border crossings. Yet, this did not prevent officials and wealthy households from continuing to purchase goods within Song territory through various channels, but a strange scene began to unfold.

Two graceful figures hurried along the palace path, passing through layers of halls and winding, secluded trails, finally coming to a stop outside a dilapidated courtyard overgrown with wild grass, where crumbling walls and shattered tiles lay scattered.

Xu Dong thought back to his time at the Haizi a few days ago, when Huang Fengyan had forcibly taken two demonic cores from him for ruining his plans. Comparing that to the twenty demonic cores Huang was now insisting on giving him, he felt that Huang Fengyan was a rare, honest man.

"Ah, Captain Li, you really are omnipotent." Song Shixiong took the Camel-brand cigarette and sighed with deep emotion.

The very moment Ai Lin and the man inside the sedan locked eyes through the car window, Ai Lin’s spiritual sense surged violently, as if portending something.

"Enough, Unnie, just go back to watching your TV." Seeing that her "unnie" was completely useless, Kim Min-jeong had no choice but to find a way herself.

She tried once more. This time, the musical note finally drifted in the air, but it still lacked aggression, eventually falling to the ground without a trace of power.

Xiao Chen could not believe his eyes. Watching the storm continue to expand, he was suddenly seized by panic.

Everyone who had brought their families to the underground shelter temporarily retrofitted by the Miracle Group felt fortunate for their initial choice.

Wearing a white crop top and tight jeans, Wen Yu slowly climbed the steel pole. Her flower-like, beautiful face carried an aggressive edge, and the tight fabric perfectly outlined her slender waist.

She sneered and randomly clicked on a post. Directly beneath the headline was a photo of Mu Zhen smiling brightly, intimately linking arms with Sheng Juezhi.

As long as he deployed a batch of Xenomorphs onto a habitable planet in a star system, he could secure the service of one of the creatures.

Xiao Chen had already made up his mind. He was going to unleash his signature technique—the Twin Dragon Chain Slash. The Snow Wolf was too powerful, and to prevent it from continuing its evil deeds, Xiao Chen had no other choice.

His cultivation had improved once again; his physical cultivation was now at the level of a Demonic Beast General.

In truth, Lu Xin’s realm was only that of a beginner-level Supreme King, but the Heaven-Slaying Sword Array he wielded was comparable to that of a beginner-level Main God. No wonder the crowd was so stunned.

The man named Shen Ming didn't care. Although he understood Liu He’s implication—that he wasn't qualified to shake his hand—Shen Ming inwardly demoted his assessment of Liu He several notches, labeling him a rude, arrogant brute.

He had only been testing the waters. When he first arrived, Jiang Ming had quietly tried to use spatial power to penetrate the spaceship and found it was indeed possible, which was why he decided to carry out the plan.

I had no choice but to stay still and wait. It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that we stood up and ran up the stairwell.

In fact, although Emperor Zhaozong of Tang had clashed with Tang Zhangwei many times, Tang Zhangwei had always kept him suppressed. If it weren't for Tang Zhangwei’s mercy, Emperor Zhaozong might have lost his life long ago.

Shao Xiaxuan felt a bit of turmoil in his heart. Still, these people were right—why should the previous generation enjoy eternal life and infinite resurrection, while the new generation, including himself as the son of the Source God, could not enjoy the same?