42. “It seems you’re determined to protect her.” (Two Chapters Combined)

With a single downward stroke of the sword, the Bai Hetu on the right side side-stepped to dodge, but his arm was still grazed by my blade.

The Green Emperor understood that the catalyst for the war between gods and demons, apart from differing cultivation philosophies, was also the fact that the First World and the Second World belonged to different factions.

"Mother, how about making some scallion egg pancakes?" Fortunately, the dimension had everything one could need, and the flour was fine flour ground from homegrown buckwheat.

Old Huang was so startled by the car horn that he almost jumped. Raising his head, good grief, why was this vehicle so huge, looking just like a pre-liberation tank? Its headlights were round and bulbous, shining with a stark white light. Dazzled by the glare, Old Huang stood frozen with his mouth wide open.

However, the "Snake-Chider" struggled incessantly. Under its powerful rebound, the black-and-white sphere distorted and rippled continuously.

A certain aristocrat shook his head and thought: No wonder His Majesty promised so much; this fellow simply lacks the courage to set out on an expedition. Devoid of any warrior's spirit and a coward to the boot, how could he ever dare set foot on the battlefield?

Feng Wan felt a mixture of shame, anxiety, annoyance, and resentment. She wanted to scream, but her chest felt so tightly blocked and she couldn't catch her breath—how could she possibly speak at a time like this?

Earlier, Deng Tian'ai had merely been listening quietly to the discussion among the group, but at this moment, he finally could not help but speak up. Looking at him now, Xu Qingshan was surprised to discover that his appearance had somehow reverted to the youth of his past.

Some of the rabbit meat roasted yesterday had been deliberately saved from the hind legs, shredded, and cooked into a porridge. Eating it in the morning wouldn't feel greasy at all. She also prepared a small dish of shredded pickled mustard tubers and a small dish of pickled sour beans, along with a few boiled eggs placed on a plate, and that was just about enough.

Of course, this could not yet be considered the true end—there were still many things ahead that they needed to learn, including flying, parachute jumping, sniping, medical care, communications, and infiltration.

The problem, however, was that Yunxiu's situation was no longer a matter of whether anyone cherished her, but rather that if she stayed any longer under the control of the Zheng family, she feared she would become the target of their vented anger and revenge, putting her life in grave danger.

With the help of Shen Wudao, Yanyan reached the Qi-Gathering Stage in just a single day. This left Zhang Sanfeng feeling extremely unbalanced; good grief, thinking back to how he had cajoled, deceived, and even signed unequal treaties just to reach the Qi-Gathering stage back then. He believed it wouldn't be long before he could fulfill the promise he made all those years ago.

Back then, due to severe injuries and knowing that venturing out would mean certain death, she had chosen to stay behind, thinking to herself: Perhaps the most dangerous place is the safest place.

But then they heard that Ye Zifeng was going to the provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou, and would also head to Sichuan and Tibet with Lu Hao and the others. They exchanged glances, reading each other's inner thoughts in each other's eyes.

Yunxiu only felt as though bouquets of fresh flowers were blooming one after another in the air, with petals being scattered handfult by handful, and it took her a while to realize that she was actually being flattered into a state of blissful euphoria by his words.

In half a day, the townsfolk of Lucheng united into a single rope. They were even more proactive than the government soldiers, launching a comprehensive carpet search, which left the mastermind hiding in the shadows trembling with anxiety and throwing them into panic.

"Hello, you flatter me," Chen Chumeng said awkwardly. A friend's wife is not to be approached; keeping it brief and to the point was the correct course of action.

"Therefore, the old lady has been thinking about letting Lin girl marry Baoyu. The Jia family is, after all, Lin girl's maternal family, and once she is with the Jia family, they won't bully her." For the first time, the old lady expressed her desire for Baoyu to marry younger sister Lin.

Wen Mu had not yet fully recovered her wits, nor could she clearly describe her current mood. She moved her hand to touch her abdomen and involuntarily broke into a smile.

In truth, even sects like the Lingshan Sect that aided them were unclear about the true origins of the Holy Spring, having only vague suspicions. However, following the demands of the Guiyang Sect, they merely delivered supplies to designated locations and dispatched outsiders to relay messages to one another, all to prevent the other party from discovering their secrets.

Upon hearing this, whether it was Huang Huang or Huang Chen, both felt an incomparable sense of shock. They had never imagined that the opponent could be so arrogant, acting in complete delusion.

This gentle and harmless-looking young man could lie without blinking an eye or blushing, completely disarming her defenses.

In all her meticulous calculations, Xiahou Si never expected that the spot where she fell would happen to graze the edge of the orchid boat, and as ill luck would have it, the back of her head smashed heavily against the vessel's gunwale, instantly staining a large patch of the lake crimson with blood.

Cai Yuanrao tightly hugged the wild pheasant in her arms, staring suspiciously at Hu Hong. Was he about to take her wild pheasant back?

Judging from what he had understood through the chess game illusion, as long as the immortals, deities, and formation arrays of the Heavenly Court established their own laws, he would have a certain degree of confidence in escaping even if unexpected events occurred.

Cai Yuanxuan cupped his fists in a bow toward Gu Xingyu, calm and composed, as if he had known about this matter all along.

The ancestor of the Ba family vanished into the void, leaving no trace of his form. Cultivators of low rank like Xue'er and the others could not see him at all, but the Ba family ancestor could not deceive Diyinzi, Gu Feifei, Yue Liuli, or Xueying.

Chen Yang looked into Shen Wanru's eyes with a "steadfast" expression, nodded secretly to signal that she did not need to worry too much, and then continued: "Are you worried that I didn't bring enough cash? That worry of yours is quite unnecessary; I just sent someone to go withdraw money..." Chen Yang signaled with his eyes once more in secret.

"Very well!" I nodded. Given that he had already fallen to such a state, there was no room left for negotiation. But upon second thought, I had nothing left to hide, so trading questions might not be a bad idea.

When Zhang Fan rushed inside, the scene within was even more terrifying than what lay outside. The entire room was filled with air currents so violent that even Zhang Fan, a supreme Golden Immortal, could barely force his way in. Vaguely, he could see Shui Zixian lying on the bed with the newborn baby resting beside her, the fierce gale making the bed curtains sway unceasingly.

"Mr. Ye is a clever man, so these matters needn't be spelled out. Yet, you've only guessed half right; you hold two maps in your hands, but you have no idea how to use them, whereas I know the method to crack them!" she smiled.

However, at that very moment, a wave of astonishment struck him, because at the tip of the spear—the place that should have gleamed with golden light—there now flickered shards of piercing brilliance. That brilliance was roughly the size of a sandwich cookie, and it appeared to be a concentrated surge of energy.