Volume One, Chapter 59: Fu Jinnian—You Truly Dare to Dream

“Please rest assured, Your Highness. Since my brother and I have accepted your favor, we will naturally do our utmost,” the Fire Lord said with a smile, clad in a red robe. Seeing that Dong Ling was unharmed and safe, he rose to leave and report back to his lord. He harbored no real worries; Su Xiuxiu and her brother kept their auras restrained, and Gan Peiyu was unaware of their true strength.

“It’s strange—what exactly is this beast’s purpose?” In Luosai City, the crowd watched the terrifying creature vanish into the sky. They sighed in relief but remained puzzled. This monstrous terror had appeared suddenly and then disappeared just as abruptly.

After halftime, Dek provided cover; then Qin Yang broke through defenses, suddenly changing direction and accelerating into the inner lane to score effortlessly with a layup.

Jian Xingdao’s words amused Yu Qingwen, lifting some of the gloom from her heart. It seemed kindness was worthwhile; there were still good people in this world.

This team-building strategy was sound; perhaps in just a few years, the Celtics would rise to become a powerhouse once again.

If before it had been mere speculation, now Ye Gang was absolutely certain—the seal on the gate was not solely from the Hongmeng Realm.

The Su siblings couldn’t fathom He Yong’s motives. They realized he wasn’t after wealth or fame; it seemed he merely sought some fleeting glory.

Just as the two medicinal corpses charged forward, Lin Kun suddenly swung his sword and began spinning at high speed.

“Hmph, my father has treated you well—why do you do this?” Huan Ruyu, exhausted, faced the traitor with renewed anger and reproach.

She pushed open the door. Inside, chaos reigned. Tables and chairs were overturned; the pot of flowering begonia on the windowsill lay quietly shattered, its ceramic shards scattered on the floor.

Lin Xiao snorted coldly, unleashing the Flame of the Burning Sky directly into Anmu’s consciousness, erasing his memories into oblivion.

Tang Xiao spoke gravely; thunder roared across the void with a terrifying might. The violet lightning was beautiful but everyone knew such storms carried the aura of destruction.

Lin Xiao sneered, and others burst into laughter. By his account, he was merely a disciple from a branch of the Ma family, merely leveraging their name to intimidate others here.

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In the harsh cold of the frontier, Su Ruhui only now understood the meaning of “Guang Yi” and why the Northern Rong and Qiudi tribes constantly sought to push southward.

Ye Tian did not know how long the others would take to kill the wolf apes, but as long as the two adult wolf apes were taken far enough away, there would be no mistake.

“In other words, the wise use or abuse of power depends on the balance of one’s conscience,” Mu Yanghua said excitedly.

“Fake, fake, it’s all fake!” Yun Zhongtian’s anger surged, irritated by Shen Ke’s provocation.

“Just ordinary friends!” Hua Feng said with a smile. Since it was only their third meeting, they barely qualified even as acquaintances.

Blood Roar trembled slightly, never expecting this beautiful Dragon Speaker’s fury to be so intense and wild.

The Fire Crow also required the external flame to remain on the target for a short time before igniting; the delay was brief, leaving the target barely any chance to react, much less remove the fire from their body.

“Indeed, it is I, Liu Duan. Today, I will wash away the An family’s hatred with your blood,” Nan An roared fiercely, summoning his spirit beast, the Purple Soul White Hornet, which unleashed dozens of poisonous stings toward Liu Duan, forcing him back into the Liu family estate.

“Phantom Lord’s Rule Power.” Seeing the illusory power before him, Chu Ge immediately released the Phantom Lord’s Rule from his mixed divine source, injecting it into the mountain peak’s illusory forces, steadily dissipating their strength.

Zhou Ziyan smiled faintly. His body felt fine; even though he had been busy enough to have stiff limbs moments ago, he had long since recovered.

The three divine birds had fought so long that their mana was depleted, no longer displaying the overwhelming momentum they once had. Yet the demonic creatures from the Pillar of All Beings remained undiminished, relentlessly surging toward the three birds.

“Then ask your master to teach me too! I want to be as powerful as you!” Jiayi’s beautiful, clear eyes widened with excitement as she said.

The path of cultivation was fraught with danger at every step. Countless were tempted over the millennia; without guarding one’s heart, how could one hope to ascend?

With this, Xiahe could finally activate the war machine without fearing excessive losses among mages on the battlefield. On the field, those who truly threatened mages’ survival were either enemy mages or magical muskets.

Nalan Heng, hearing the voice, raised an eyebrow toward its source, then smiled slightly. Was this fellow still acting recklessly as always?

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When the door opened, An Ruo searched anxiously for the figure but found none after a full circle. Not here? Disappointment flickered across her face as she slowly closed the door, her movements sluggish.

The status gap between commoners and string warriors was not merely a few ranks apart—it was as vast as heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed, a dazzling lightning bolt streaked across the sky, illuminating the night as bright as day.

The man’s slender phoenix eyes gleamed faintly in the deep darkness, shifting and elusive.

He suddenly felt powerless. This was the second time he had felt such helplessness; the first was for his Ruoye.

Zhu Ziqing, while close to nature and inspired by it, praised those who toiled diligently and moved forward with resolve under the splendid spring sunshine.

“So, by ‘fishing,’ you mean you want to marry me?” Li Yunmu smiled faintly, a murderous intent rising within.

Luo Qinghan smirked, swiftly drawing his gun. With a loud bang, he fired a shot that pierced the forehead of the person featured prominently on a poster on the wall.

Yet, since Granny Hua agreed to help, she would surely prevent the Confucian King from acting rashly. No disturbances had arisen so far today; this hurdle should be cleared.

But agility alone was useless; she possessed a crucial movement technique—the Dream Art of the Subspace Abyss.

“This plan hinges on the human heart. If the heart is grasped well, everything else becomes manageable,” Zi Yun Yuan yawned, frankly believing this plan would not fail.

Otherwise, I truly couldn’t guarantee whether anything bad might happen to Li Jia along the way.

The other party was silent for a long time before saying, “Then let’s observe further.”

“I know about this matter; rest assured, I would never marry Mu Qiuli. Accepting the decree is merely to avoid the grave crime of defying a sacred mandate. When the time comes, I will find a way to annul the engagement,” Mo Jiuqing said carelessly.