Volume One, Chapter 37: The Loss of a Child

“Wife.”

As I was stunned and shocked, Shen Yixiao appeared before me. He strode over with an anxious expression on his face. “Where are you hurt? Let me see.”

Before I could answer, he crouched down to examine my leg. Seeing the bloodstains on the bandaged gauze, his heart ached. Rising, he asked, “What happened? How did you get cut by a wire for no reason? Where did you go?”

I looked up at him. At that moment, Lu Xiaoyun was in the operating room, carrying his child—one they could no longer keep. Yet, he still had the leisure to worry about my small wound.

Unconsciously, tears welled up in my eyes, and a helpless fury surged within me...

His pulse was unstable, faintly fluttering. Looking at his pale face and purple lips, it was clear he was showing signs of poisoning.

Lu Jian got up and, together with Yun Fei, had lunch. In the courtyard, they practiced a set of martial forms before moving into a secluded corner, where he transformed into the appearance of Yun Panlong.

However, the other party did not answer her question but raised a whip and fiercely lashed it across her face.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and quickly vanished. At that moment, Lin Yan descended slowly from the sky over the Xingluo Empire.

Li Chuan immediately straightened his posture. “Your Majesty, the Empress has a keen eye!” He also felt he was quite the handsome gentleman.

It really was as the saying goes: what you say comes true. The stone hit exactly on the mech’s leg, causing the walking machine to stagger.

Huh? Although there was only a screen between us, the sound seemed to drift from the distant mountains—ethereal, lingering, impossible to discern its true nature.

Secondly, if Fu Lin is not a deity and Prince Zhuo is merely feigning madness, then the prince could take this chance to regain clarity. If so, the Empress would inevitably fall from power.

“Looks like I’ll really have another mother!” Li Chenfeng thought, a faint smile appearing on his face.

“You all… you’re going to alarm the lake god by doing this.” The short, stout man glared at them and then left from a distance.

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With a sharp strike, General Cao involuntarily took a step back—eight steps in total. The sword sang a mournful note, then with a sharp ‘ting’, broke in half.

“Hah!” Hearing Ma Guanliang’s words, Fairy Luanhong’s anger flared. She no longer wished to speak and rose from the pavilion, moving into the Sky View Courtyard of the Jingwei Palace. Then she beckoned Sheng Tian with a gesture.

“Friend Ye, may I buy some of your essence blood?” Xuanyuan Ao of the Xuanyuan clan approached, speaking calmly.

That silhouette was utterly cool—like the protagonist in a movie’s final scene, walking away.

A figure appeared inside Princess Xuefei’s chamber. It was Ye Qinghan, whose sinister aura chilled her to the bone. She was composed before others, her wisdom enabling her to remain calm in crises, but facing Ye Qinghan, she dared not scheme; that servility was ingrained deep within her.

Now, with the wind blowing and clouds gathering, Old Master Jiang grew more convinced—and he had no choice but to believe.

“Master Nu, it’s these people. They lack foundation. You can use your divine power to enslave them without reservation, turning them to your purpose!” Xuan Shen Zun turned his back to Ye Qinghan, respectfully addressing Master Nu.

Sheng Tian and the others pressed on. But not far ahead, an exceptionally clear immortal stream appeared. Upon seeing it, Sun Huayu immediately flew toward the stream, for she loved water dearly. Such a beautiful clear brook demanded a personal experience.

This time, Chen Mofan did not bring much. His most precious item had already been used during the day with Xiang Ling, and another had been given early to Su Han—a protective pendant. Aside from some simple talisman papers, his suitcase was nearly empty.

The other two youths were stunned by the sudden turn of events. They had not expected the Eightfold Mystic to be so easily defeated before Luo Chen.

My mind went blank. That bastard actually wanted to take the Soul-Requiem Song of Tianlin. My heart surged like a tiger’s. I piled up my hatred toward Qiu Mingshan, snatched the turtle shell cap from his hand, pointing it at him.

“Anyway, I have already decided. Probably in another year or two, when things are less hectic, I will go.” Zhao Wei spoke.

I glanced up at the crowd gathered around me and reluctantly shared the details of the phone call I had just received from Lei Zi.

Within moments, Ji Yurou, who had been at death’s door, healed completely, her body now brimming with vibrant life.

“Fatty, listen to me first. What I mean is, let him live for now. We can act after he safely leads us through.” After all I had been through, I deeply understood the phrase: “To be merciful to enemies is to be cruel to oneself.”

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Jiang Feng was Qiao Haoran’s personal bodyguard. Xiuying had long since checked and breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she was glad that Qiao’s attendant was a man. Had it been a maid, she would have been worried for Gu Ziluo.

At the moment Leng Tong approached the black stone stele, golden mist began to seep from its surface. Soon, a colossal bronze realm, five meters tall and three meters wide, materialized from the mist.

With a soft chuckle, Ye Jingxian couldn’t help laughing—not because of Wang Chuge’s slick tongue, but because she suddenly recalled Zheng Yi’s serious, almost silly expression when studying Italian these past days.

Poor thing—this 65-level Red Fire Demon Monkey King, a powerful beast boss, had not been felled by stronger monsters nor natural disasters, but was so easily killed by Zhuang Zhou’s strike.

It wasn’t his life that he worried about, but the thousand souls on the mountain and the defenseless civilians below.

“Moreover, players from the Demon Realm seem to favor human appearances, although they retain some demonic traits. Compared to early demons, they show significant improvement.”

I took the money to a nearby store, bought a set of pajamas and a bamboo mat, then a basin and other toiletries, finishing with some fruit.

These visitors came not for other reasons but because they heard the Real Madrid youth team was trailing 1-0 at home against an Asian team.

Like the demon realm’s second-generation elites with loli voices, their efforts to enhance their strength were ultimately to secure more resources for themselves.

Ji Xi was desperate and stepped forward swiftly to block, placing a hand on Ji Yuan’s shoulder to pull him back, but it was futile. Now, Ji Xi was no match for Ji Yuan in martial skill.

Of course, the Ascension Tower rarely involved itself in martial world conflicts. They dwelled in the mortal realm yet remained aloof, being merchants who valued harmony and profit. As long as they weren’t provoked, they wouldn’t cause trouble unprovoked.