32 The Thirty-Second Q

Anyone familiar with Qing Dynasty history should recognize this surname, even if they have only watched a few television dramas set in that era.

"Good, good, good! It is not that the divine technique is flawed; it is not that the divine technique is flawed! The founding ancestor can finally rest in peace!" Yu Zhengrong seemed to have shed years from his age. An invisible shackle on his body shattered instantly, and as he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the endless sky.

Lin Tianxu thought of the frenzy of hardcore fans meeting their idols at airports in his past life. The current situation seemed even more intense, given that there was only one such iconic figure in Ten Thousand Demon City.

Xu Qingyun strolled over, though he wore a hat today. His expression was leisurely as he joined a temporarily assembled group of tourists and followed the guide into the cathedral.

Gu Zishan was supposed to be discharged today, but while he was out using the restroom, someone left a bowl of mutton pita soup and a note in his hospital room: "Revisiting old dreams; do you still remember the memories within?"

Intent on descending the mountain and completely caught off guard, Lin Tianxu never expected her to strike with such force. Fortunately, his physical body was formidable, and the Yin-Yang Universe Physique proved effective. Though blood surged into his throat, he had no chance to speak before he collapsed forward.

Yun Yao nodded, then led the concubines to kneel in solemn respect. Yun Yao was granted a cushion, but the junior concubines—well, they had to kneel directly on the cold ground. The concubines behind dared not complain; even if the Empress Dowager had fallen from grace, she was not someone they could resent, so they could only accept their misfortune.

Although Shen Sanbai was usually carefree, she remained deeply respectful when facing the elders of her family. Thus, when her grandfather spoke, her face turned crimson, and with all her elders gathered around, she became even more embarrassed.

If the person who had slighted her had been an ordinary man, he would have been beaten to the ground by Zhan Tiannie long ago.

The darkness suddenly stilled. What Xu Qingyun saw was another world, filled with flickering shadows, and he saw that figure from the previous night once again.

"So that's how it is. Then, I cannot blame Young Master Meng." Meng Yan felt his temper flare. This was no longer a competition; it was a clear sign that they held the Business School in total contempt.

"Amitabha. May the Buddha have mercy, pity the world, and subdue the demons." Wuhua chanted softly, a faint Buddhist light radiating from his body. Monk Wuhua practiced an uncanny art, manifesting his own will as a Buddha. As his light flared, the hundred-square-meter living room became dazzlingly bright, as if one were inside a temple.

The moment Ling Yue heard her voice, he stopped his movements, his sharp gaze scanning her expression as if carefully judging her current physical state.

Jiang Tingyuan was, after all, a long-time head of the Jiang family; he still possessed some leverage. Currently, the capital chain in Li Jinting’s hands was showing slight signs of strain.

The chopsticks in Duan Ruxia’s hand clattered onto the table, clashing against the porcelain bowl with a sharp, jarring sound. Her heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily overcome with confusion. How could Duan Jiuyao, who had only recently come to show her goodwill, be dead?

"Ling Yue, is tonight the night of the full moon?" Ye Youran raised her head, looking at the fading daylight, and asked in a faint voice.

Yet, within that haughty gaze, a glimmer of melancholy flickered—a light like a lonely star in the night sky, cold and desolate.

Still, this lifetime was different. At the very least, she had secured tangible benefits in front of everyone this time.

"I know, the media has already reported it..." Jiang Siquan smiled and set Jiang Niannian down.

The tub was layered with rose petals, the fragrance masking the scent of the dragon incense on Ji Qiongcan’s body, which finally made Duan Ruxia feel more at ease.

The garden had only a few sparse weeds along the edges; though they had grown there for ages, they were useless to a cultivator. In the center of the garden stood a hexagonal magic circle, and beside it lay a skeleton.

Han Bingkun found it impossible to imagine that in the blink of an eye, Lu Qiming had successfully rotated through all six transformations of the Nether Spring Mirror! This was something Han Bingkun could not have achieved even at the peak of his own cultivation.

Rest is for the sake of traveling a longer road. Impatience is never a wise approach; one must recuperate to better face the challenges ahead.

Pamir Sand seemed dissatisfied with his own performance, shaking his head and muttering a few words under his breath.

A deathly silence suddenly descended upon the ancient forest, with only the sound of Qiya’s retreating footsteps echoing in the ears of Youkuang and Liu Yan.

The humanoid statue announced: "Seventeen, Grade A." The crowd below was stunned; at the third level of the Golden Core stage, to have reached such a level of bloodline concentration meant his future was truly limitless.

To be precise, the army of fierce spirits in the grand hall was being devoured by this silver-haired youth. They seemed to be struggling with all their might to break free, yet in the end, every one of them was drawn directly into the body of the youth named Youkuang, as if he were a sea absorbing all rivers.

Shi Yi sighed in admiration, still fumbling with the unfamiliar purple energy roots. He mimicked the act of striking, blow after blow, needing to understand the properties of the Two Polar Forces of the Imperial String.

The brawny warrior, seeing Gloria’s fierce offensive and realizing his own footing was unsteady, dared not take the blow head-on and hurriedly retreated a step.

He threw over a dozen punches in succession, the clanging sounds ringing out incessantly. He thought to himself that even if Zhang Qiao'er could hold on, such a head-on clash would surely lead to her defeat. Suddenly, he felt the ground shake beneath him. Sensing danger, he spread his wings and took flight into the air.