40. Resurgence of Memory

"Oh, really? Thank you for the compliment." She laughed playfully, her pleasant voice resonating throughout the room, accompanied by the refreshing and intoxicating scent of flowers that clung to her.

He had no choice but to act decisively, immediately notifying the grain and supply transport team. With Luo Cheng’s support, he moved the caravan to Black Dragon Valley, a location easy to defend, to fortify their position and wait for reinforcements.

"Young Master Ma, it is truly a pleasure," Li Hao said, not even glancing at the hand Ma Xingcai had extended. He ignored it completely; there was no need to be polite to such a person. He was a typical rich heir, and Li Hao felt nothing but contempt for him—once stripped of his father's influence, he was worth less than a stray dog on the street.

In truth, Li Ning could not explain why he felt such disdain. If he were to voice it, others would surely mock him for sour grapes.

"Your Majesty, we are at your command!" The king’s personal guards, ever loyal, emerged from both sides, immediately surrounding the monarch as he stepped out of the White Tower and kneeling to await his orders.

Perhaps noticing that Lin Hanxi had remained motionless like a wooden statue for some time, staring at her with narrowed eyes, Peony suddenly let out a playful laugh. With a charming, seductive look, she pursed her red lips and leaned in toward Lin Hanxi’s slightly parted mouth.

She no longer wished to press the matter, so she followed the route Shi Kexi pointed out. Shi Kexi was excited throughout the journey, but Mu Zhihan was exhausted from recent overwork. Furthermore, she had been personally caring for her son, Dudu, at night. The child was mischievous; having slept well during the day, he was full of energy the moment Mu Zhihan returned, refusing to sleep until very late.

"Oh, Fourth Sister-in-law, you are so mean! You did that on purpose!" Leng Qingying turned her back to Lin Hanxi, pouting in a mock display of anger.

When your power is sufficiently great, you earn the right to proclaim yourself a god. In the multiverse, that is how many indigenous minor deities of various worlds come to be.

Pedestrians on the street gradually came to a halt, watching the blood-corpses pass by with neither curiosity nor panic.

"The risk of going to pick the Chiwei Golden Lotus for you is too high. Why don't you just give me these two mid-grade spiritual artifacts as my reward? How about that?" Li Shan asked, brazenly making an exorbitant demand.

This was the renowned Five-Colored Giant Spider. Although it lacked the dual land-and-air capabilities of a Pegasus and could only traverse the ground, it crossed mountains and ridges as if they were flat land. Moreover, the Five-Colored Giant Spider possessed potent venomous attacks, making it a formidable combatant.

Unfortunately, before Deadpool could even grasp the situation, Gui had already lunged forward, thrusting a fist glowing with red light toward him.

His eyes remained vacant, yet his pupils finally began to rotate normally, as if assessing the pair, Jie and Mu.

Eight men—Lu Ying, Wang Gandang, Wu Xing, Zhao Kaishan, Li Tianhao, Wen Polu, Gao Hongguang, and Huangfu Ming—were appointed as commanders of each battalion. Each battalion also commanded a supply department and a scout unit of flag-level strength, bringing the troop count of each battalion to 4,717 soldiers.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhihuan shook his head. After all, the abandonment of this city had nothing to do with him. He had only come here to search for Starlight Grass; if necessary, he would simply abandon his original travel plans, find the herb, and return to Earth.

The three were surprised because they had not appeared before the media; logically, they should not have been recognized so quickly.

"Look at her, just look at her! That arrogant look! Ugh!" Lady Yun spat fiercely at her retreating figure.

Qi Jingchen had the memorials he needed to process moved to Xihua Palace. After playing with Min'er for a while, he went inside to attend to his work.

"My dear, say it again, and I’ll take you to eat osmanthus cakes tomorrow." Leng Yuchen’s narrow eyes curved, his gaze shimmering with a strange brilliance.

At this moment, Yunxi truly wished to question the Heavenly Dao, though she knew that even if she asked, the Heavenly Dao would never provide an answer.

Yunxi’s eyes flickered as she watched Mo Yinfan’s dark silhouette gradually emerge within the world of colorful, interwoven Laws and Dao Foundations. A vast net of heaven and earth spread out to envelop them.

There was not a trace of Jiang Xiaoxiao left in the room. The space was simple and efficient, faintly reflecting the rigid discipline of a soldier.

According to Yuyan, Liu Sheng had designed the dress himself and personally measured his beloved concubine for it. It was a gift for the Summer Festival, serving also as a token of their love.

The Assistant Minister of the Imperial Clan was ordered to investigate the matter thoroughly and easily condemned Liu Qi to be beheaded on the charge of colluding with the First Prince, Ling Sheng.

The pitch-black demonic beast’s dark eyes suddenly flashed. A second later, it let out another roar and, casting aside all caution, lunged toward them.

Yunxi spoke with indifference, yet her confrontational stance toward the youth caused him to frown in displeasure.

The causal avatar’s delicate face remained expressionless, while his mysterious, jet-black eyes pulsed with the colors of the Great Dao of Causality.

Rebirth had erupted, and war followed. The Sixth Division saw for the first time how terrifying a maddened Rebirth could be; even after boosting his own permissions, he had nearly died at the opponent's hands.

Dimaga leaned forward slightly, slamming his head into Axe, who had just approached, before turning and lashing out with his thick, long tail, which struck Axe squarely in the chest.

Half a breath, however, was enough. "Qin Tian soared into the air," using his power amplified tenfold, the Kamehameha.

Every day, the Master of Nine Immortals Valley, looking like a "lecherous old man," would force-feed her a handful of medicinal pills, attempting to improve her Innate Calamity Physique, only for the ordeal to end with Mu Xia running away.

"Want to run? Run into my belly, then!" Qin Tian’s five fingers, hooked like an eagle’s talons, firmly grabbed the core of the Chaos Spirit Tiger. He sat cross-legged, absorbing the vast, raging energy contained within the fragments of the core.

Almost in an instant, the face of Madam Dongming appeared before Luo Fei. Even though she always wore a veil whenever he saw her, much like Zhu Yuyan, the Sect Master of the Yin Kuei Sect.

But when the person turned around, he realized he had mistaken her for someone else. While her face did look somewhat similar, her hair was a black ponytail, and she was dressed in a racy outfit—the image of a total party girl. His Weiyang would never dress like that.