Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Clinging Little Enchantress

Two days remain before the national competition begins, and the venue has been set at the National Stadium in City S. Originally, teams were to consist of eight members, but due to a sudden change by the organizers, the roster expanded to twelve, including one substitute.

Among all, only Lu Shiyu continues, year after year, to hold his sister deeply in his heart, never forgetting her.

Although Alicia has passed away, a portion of her spirit and will remains embedded in the Origin. She never witnessed the end of the Illusion God Era, but having lived through its beginning, she understands everything about that time far better than anyone else, including those who called themselves "Players" during that era.

"This is called... Fan Hua," Asheng muttered indistinctly. "I waited a full three years just to obtain a root of Fan Hua." What a cruel space to deal with—such a small root, and nurturing enough seedlings for large-scale planting will surely take years.

Yet, Mo Jiuchen’s heart remained steady. After taking the potion, he resumed restoring his soul according to the previous rhythm.

Mark and his team busied themselves, while Darry found Elena and finally uncovered the truth behind this appointment.

"Damn!" Kang Mang’ang felt this fellow’s shamelessness now far surpassed even Li Hongwu. Back when he was with Li Hongwu, he never realized Li could stoop to such levels of disgrace.

She released her grip on Ge Yu’s hand and desperately raised it to clutch his neck. But just as she lifted it, the door opened.

Fangfang remained silent, her suppressed quietude lingering on. This should have been Su Yi’s most efficient time of day, yet thinking of the green glow still shining in the home laboratory, her mood grew even heavier than the atmosphere.

Bazby couldn’t figure out what Wu Yue was up to, but years of battle instinct told him that letting the other party complete the transformation comfortably would lead to a disastrous outcome.

However, Hou Qi dared not say this to the old master. Who knew what relationship he had with Su Hao? He could only silently accept the scolding.

At the time, the doctor said that Zhao’s father’s illness was very serious. Without proper care, it might cause lifelong regret.

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Half a month passed in a flash. Ye Wushuang reforged thirty more mystic veins, bringing the total to one hundred seventy-nine.

After a brief reply, Xia Ziwei breathed out in relief and smiled faintly at Zhou Wushuang before departing directly with Huang.

Wang Jingmeng could overlook some differences in true energy cultivation levels, but the others could not ignore such gaps.

Just then, Li Changfeng returned to Feiyuan Mountain and announced the contents of the third trial and the list of those who passed.

Hai Zhu solemnly raised three fingers and swore to the heavens. At that moment, lying on the sickbed, Chen Long slowly opened his eyes.

Beside him, Su Hai shook his head repeatedly. Alas, when this person is unlucky, there’s really nothing to say.

Not for any other reason, but in this situation, they could all clearly feel Zhou Wushuang’s determination. There was simply no way to change his mind.

The elder of the Lei family’s eyes filled with shock. On him, the True Gaang was being cut apart by the Ling Tian Proud Sword, a bloodline appearing at his brow.

When Ming Xiaoxiao approached the shoe cabinet, she sensed something amiss, her complexion shifting slightly as the hairs on her neck stood on end.

"Yan’er?" Feng Yiyang barely dared to speak, calling her by that expression only in her dreams before, or when he was unaware of his own feelings. Now, calling her that made him somewhat embarrassed.

Pei Ruyi could bear listening to every word she said with her back straight, but every word from Weng Ru struck deeply into her heart.

Fourth brother was right—constantly avoiding the truth was ridiculously wrong. Did he think that by not facing those matters, they simply hadn’t happened?

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Her gaze shifted again to the Shadow Guard, who calmly said, “Tell Dongfang Ye that everything on my end is progressing smoothly!” With that, she lightly waved her hand, signaling him to withdraw.

Luo Yu lay happily in the carriage, having discovered traces of a suspected major figure from the Demon Sect. All the righteous factions nearby surged forward, especially those attending the Lingshan disciples’ selection. Naturally, Luo Yu saw members of the Tiandao Sect and thought, this time, no need to travel all the way to Licheng.

“Get lost!” Leng Xue shouted, her spirit force blazing fiercely around her. Even if she were to be utterly destroyed, she vowed to send all these people to the Underworld to accompany her beloved.

Let me think. This is the only way. Otherwise, it would be like a tangled ball of thread with no clue when it might strangle me to death.

The room was warm, and Mo Yiyang need not worry about her catching cold. His large palm tenderly stroked her back, slowly turning her to face him. He bent down and kissed the lips he had longed for countless nights, gently drawing her into a tender embrace.

However, Yao Xi found it puzzling—weren’t Jin Qiyan and Yun Shuiyang a couple? Didn’t they have a child?

No blame, no suspicion. She just didn’t understand the meaning behind what Zhou An said, nor how Zhou An dared to say such things in front of Kang Longji.

In this campaign, over two hundred died or were wounded at Ti Biao, and more than three hundred at Fu Biao. Jiang Zhongyuan’s Chu troops suffered the heaviest losses, with over four hundred casualties, and Jiang Zhongyuan himself sustained a gunshot wound to his left arm. But no matter what, Changsha was finally not lost.