Volume One, Chapter 85: You Cannot Leave

Su Tong smiled without saying anything, when suddenly a PK challenge request came in. She had encountered such PK challenges before and always refused them. She didn’t want to earn money from viewers in her live stream by fighting PK battles. Yet, this time, she felt a strange premonition—a sense that she should accept this connection.

When the connection was established, she saw three people on the other side: two men and one woman, all in their twenties. As my mind grew calm, the sound of wind rustling through the grass and the distant clashes of ancient beasts became remarkably clear.

Anya was breathing slightly heavier, but her eyes sparkled with delight. She hadn’t expected that, after using the bone flute, there would be no discomfort—only exhaustion—and that, for her, was more than enough. Her lips were parched, and she felt utterly drained of strength. One could say that while others suffer from excessive indulgence, hers was an excess of spiritual energy. It felt as though her body had been completely emptied.

Although Su Jie was angry, she clearly understood this truth as well. For reasons unknown, she remained quiet, eyes wide with rage as she glared at Jiang Yi, just as she had when he broke into Jingren Palace that night years ago.

A hand reached for Lin Baiyu’s shoulder, but with a twist of her body, the hand caught only air.

Zhang Bonnie, seeing the fierce look in Zhang Shanni’s eyes, no longer dared to recklessly rush forward to slap her—before, because they were family and she was the younger sister, she had never dared to openly resist.

“Surprised?” Xu Anmo tilted his head, glancing at Xiao Ruo. In the soft light, Xiao Ruo’s skin appeared fair and delicate. The light played across his features, making Xu Anmo momentarily dazed.

Fan Hongshan looked up in confusion, noticing that Yan Jinshu’s expression was not one of jest. What does it feel like when a joke is actually taken seriously?

Sure enough, the emperor’s delight became visible to the naked eye; the corners of his lips curled uncontrollably, and his usual dignified composure was nowhere to be found.

Tang Yu considered that Ye Weiwei still had to prepare for her university entrance exams, and realized his idea was indeed unrealistic. With a forced smile, he fell silent.

On August 31st, braving the extreme heat, Li Can returned to school. Upon entering, she saw almost every girl wearing the school’s signature weeping cherry blossom skirt. The sight, somehow, dispelled much of the irritation she’d felt from the weather.

In the future, when this child is born, she will do everything she can for him, repaying Song Qiang’s years of care and upbringing many times over.

Sensing trouble, Chen Qingyun leaped down from the other side of the stage and ran toward the school gates.

Suddenly, Lin Suizhou let out a deep sigh, pressed his hand to his forehead, and buried his face in his palm.

Yun Hanqing had already heard from Fengliuyun during the day and knew it was inevitable, but she never expected that her own husband would be the one to march off to war.

In the Deathmatch there are no weak teams; those who have made it this far are all top instrumental ensembles from various regions and kingdoms.

In her eyes, this man was merely putting on a show for the sake of his own ridiculous pride.

Lu Zheng’s burning lips brushed her ear, his voice rough and seductive. All traces of the seriousness from before had vanished, replaced by a sudden, brazen intimacy.

His strength was insufficient to resist the corruption of shadow power. The consequences of succumbing were twofold: either falling into depravity and abandoning all that was once dear, or becoming a hollow puppet for that power.

Liu Bei moved cautiously, striding quickly and glancing around as he headed toward his residence.

In a flash, half a month had passed. You Jingyan’s results here were fairly good; over five thousand people had gradually returned.

As Zhang Yuanhao examined the wards of the Yellow Sand Cave Mansion, the dashing young man from Jiuyun Valley, Ling Yun, was already standing before the grand brass doors of the Arcane Hall, hands trembling as he pressed them against the metal. The tension was palpable.

Han Wei bowed and stepped forward to accept the imperial edict, expressing his gratitude. From then on, Han Wei was no longer required to kneel to Liu Xie and could refer to himself as “the solitary one.”

That great calamity wiped out countless sects, annihilated many Nascent Soul cultivators and Golden Core patriarchs, destroyed numerous kingdoms, and brought devastation to myriad living beings.

“In three days, I’ll be away for a while. If you need me, just crush this jade bead.” Ye Chen took a jade bead from his pocket, imbued it with a trace of his spirit, and handed it to Li Mengyao.

You Jingyan made his first visit to Liu Bowen, giving him considerable honor. Now, all that remained was to see if Liu Bowen would reciprocate.

A chilling, eerie crackling sound echoed as Zhang Yuanhao stared intently at the flame of destruction in his hand, which was gradually turning black. Space itself rippled violently before shattering with a crisp snap.

Huo Yan turned to Gu Xue and said, “Gu Xue, please don’t act this way. I will marry you. Don’t treat my friends like this.” He gazed at Gu Xue with earnest sincerity.

A fierce tornado rose, sweeping Nagato within it. Yet, upon closer inspection, Nagato was unscathed—the force of the wind was completely blocked by a protective barrier surrounding him.

When the city gates fell, Cao Ang had already disappeared. So, when Zhao Yun and his men arrived at the prime minister’s residence, they were also searching for any clues to Cao Ang’s whereabouts. Reminded by Zhao Xing, Zhao Yun immediately understood and ordered the Chu soldiers to advance and extinguish the flames.

Du Yu and He Xiaojun were not particularly close, so Xiaojun’s words put Du Yu in an awkward position. Still, in front of everyone, he could say nothing.

The Meng Bird flapped its wings rapidly in a panic. Soon, it glided through the air, carrying the Mie Meng Bird on its back before finally coming to a halt. With a sharp cry, it shook its body impatiently, dumping the Mie Meng Bird from its back.

“Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger. The lottery is now complete. Would you like to transfer the skill now?” the system asked.

Seeing Wang Yang narrowly escape disaster, a strange light flickered in those pale blue eyes, though the brows remained furrowed.

Wang Yang heard this and thought, perhaps he was being overconfident. There was no sense in arguing; the outcome would be decided by battle.

According to the treasure map, deep within the Blackwind Mountains lay a hidden cave filled with various treasures.

“Father! Is this really the right thing to do?” As Luo Wanxiong sighed, a clear, girlish voice sounded in his ear.