Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Sacred Golden Serpent

"Yuer, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Ye Yuer nodded and followed Zhao Yuan to a secluded spot. She looked at Zhao Yuan with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you want to see me?"

Zhao Yuan patted Ye Yuer's shoulder reassuringly and said, "You just lost the match—are you alright? If you're feeling down, you can tell me. I..."

Ye Yuer's body tensed up for a moment, but she quickly relaxed and replied nonchalantly, "Zhao Yuan, have you forgotten who I am? I'm the daughter of the Divine Lord. How could I possibly care about such a trivial matter? There are so many things I have to worry about. How could something this small ever matter to me?"

Zhao Yuan pressed his lips together. "Really? I know you’ve always..."

The four of them finished their meal together, and then Chu Xiaoyang left early for other matters, leaving Gu Jinchen to escort the two sisters back to the Qiao residence.

Transportation: Suspended above the Nine Heavens lies the Realm of Cloud and Sea—a colossal floating island shaped like a whale, upon which dwells the “Kun” from the Northern Sea. The Cloud Sea Immortal Gate is protected by the sacred aura of the Nine Heavens and a royal formation, making it impossible for any demons or monsters to trespass.

"Why have I never seen you among the contestants? I don't remember anyone like you." Gan Pei, the Ghost Shark, paid no heed to what Lei Tuo was saying. The lives of these passersby meant nothing to him; the only thing that mattered was surviving the tournament and claiming victory.

This was a legendary presence, like a mass of deep, inky shadow enveloping a pair of terrifying, blood-red eyes. The darkness flowed like seawater, and from time to time, a tentacle would emerge.

Whether it was the governor or the legendary sorcerers of the supervisory group, all of them subtly centered around Rayne, placing him at the very heart of the group, honoring him as their core.

Setting foot on the continent, Zheng Tuo patted his chest as he prepared to ascend the Sunset Mountain Platform, feigning a look of fear.

The room’s excellent soundproofing further muffled her already quiet voice. At this moment, she felt as if she were trapped in a vacuum, her cries echoing into nothingness, a helplessness so profound it nearly crushed her.

Ye Kun gazed around in shock. The entire venue, with billions of cultivators present, had been frozen in place. Even a Martial Saint in the distance was immobilized, and high above the heavens, more than a dozen Heavenly Saints besieged a single Saint.

The Eagle Emperor was wild and unstoppable, countless feathers swirling around him. With his imperial path body, he pursued, intent on slaughtering at the place where the Black Phoenix had fallen.

Shen Shuci turned her head to look at Huo Qinqi. He was staring out the window, his face completely hidden, impossible to read his expression. Yet somehow, the atmosphere in the carriage had grown subtly strange.

The more composed Daran became, the more uneasy his team felt. They would rather Daran lash out and scold them harshly; that, at least, would give them some relief. But now, his demeanor left them at a loss, so timid that none dared utter a word.

Huo Feng couldn't stop himself from chasing after the radiance of that old tiger, the one that had brought him warmth the year before.

That gown revealed just enough—not so much as to make her seem vulgar, nor so little as to appear old-fashioned. On the contrary, Feng Nan's dress, though certainly eye-catching, was a touch too flamboyant and sensual.

The angel’s headlong attempt at rescue not only failed to save anyone, but also got herself caught in the process—a double loss, suffering dearly for it.

"I wouldn't dare, Your Majesty. It's just that I am by nature slow-witted, and fear I am unworthy of such a great responsibility," Zhuang Hong said humbly.

"Naming is the hardest part. I think it's even tougher than writing a planning report," Bai Zezhi said, deeply moved.

Seeing that it was getting late and she still had to return to the palace to arrange flowers, Mu Ziqian smiled and bid farewell to Dugu Liuli.

Jiang Zaoruo listened in awe to Jiang Yunji’s words. She was the same age as herself, yet how was she capable of such depth of thought?

She had been a devoted fan of Tao Cen for many years. Back when Tao Cen collaborated with Cesare, she had been the happiest person of all.

"Third Brother, have you really met my father? Why has he never mentioned you to me?" Lu Tianqi seemed a bit skeptical and looked at Yan Bin to ask again.

Neike frowned, glancing at the already fallen Yukasek and 'Bo'ke, both lying in pools of blood. He fought an internal struggle, while Lin Feng did not press him but silently gave him time to consider. Secretly, he sent a message to Hilton, instructing him to watch Neike closely. Lin Feng himself then walked over to Tang Yin's side.