Ninety-Three: Resting the Pregnancy

Although Xing Tianyu was right, the setback still dampened all three of their spirits considerably.

“We do indeed have a favor to ask. My sister and I want to buy a house in the city, but we know no one here and fear there may be complications. We would like Constable Chang to step in and help us find someone at the magistrate’s office to handle the contract. We are willing to cover any necessary expenses.”

The other side spoke bluntly, and Zhu Da answered just as directly.

The Grand White Planetary Lord looked as if enlightenment had dawned on him, then subtly flattered them with a compliment before humbly asking for guidance.

“Bah! Who’s afraid of you? You toad trying to eat swan flesh—go splash water on yourself and look at that miserable face of yours!”

Yu Rou snapped in a rage.

But he had no time to think of that. He desperately swam toward the shore, for the enormous body of the flood-dragon was already drawing near, its maw gaping wide as it lunged to bite him.

Xing Tianyu asked a little awkwardly. Sylvia glanced at him, yet made no move to rise.

“So we did it?” she asked.

But before passing the assessment and being properly trained, they could not enter Emerald Fox Hill, and so were temporarily settled on Lightning-Gathering Mountain.

As she neared the arena, she struck out with a palm, her movement crisp and clean. With a graceful, slight sway in the air, she landed steadily on the platform. Her hair fluttered faintly in the wind, and in that instant she seemed to possess a heart-stirring allure.

Looking again at Cloud Child and the rest of the Buddhist and Daoist crowd, all wore cold smiles, waiting for the Soul-Cultivating Avatar to fall.

A clear, sharp sound rang out, and blood kept dripping from Le Bing’s arm onto the platform. She had just used her arm to block the blow, but the force of illusion power struck instantly. Even though she immediately counterattacked with her own power, it was still too late; her arm had been burned by the illusion.

Mengzi was honored by the Confucian school as the Second Sage, or the Sage Meng, while Xunzi was called the Third Sage, or Sage Xun.

After so many years of recuperation, the demon race of the Northern Continent had become immensely powerful. If not for the war to overturn heaven, its overall strength could even be said to stand first.

But if the spirit pearl were destroyed, then the spirit-pearl world within him would likely be destroyed as well.

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“Really? You haven’t even developed yet? But you already have an Adam’s apple.” Xue Fen was utterly astonished. She looked at him with a strange expression, tinged with disappointment. If Li Zhiyuan truly had not developed, then she had been completely wrong; everything she had thought before would have become mere fantasy.

Only then did Su Xia understand that he was speaking of the half cup of wine in her glass. Helpless, she could only tilt her head back and drink it all in one swallow.

Emotion surged up layer by layer within my heart, like a tireless tide, leaving me so soft I could scarcely hold myself together. Lu Xudong glanced at me with a smile, his eyes carrying a hint of puzzlement, as if he could not understand why I had suddenly fallen silent.

I said I couldn’t play, but Xu Siyan said that if we won, it would count as my victory; if we lost, it would be his. I could not withstand his enthusiasm, and so I sat down.

Qiaoqiao wanted to help Li Zhiyuan save face, so she pressed the proud thing downward a little. Better not to press it at all—once she did, it sprang upward like a compressed spring, shooting even higher, harder, and more erect.

This change shocked the War Immortal Ancestor so greatly that his casting motion froze. He stood there dumbfounded, and even the observing Heavenly Immortal was shaken, thinking he must have seen things wrongly.

It was not that I had to insist on this matter, but rather that I did not want that dead man to stand between us any longer. If we were to be together, I would never allow those problems to become a chasm between us again.

And from Jiang Minghong’s reaction, it at least confirmed that my guess had not been wrong, though it gave no direct help in resolving the matter.

“Then lead the way now!” Liu Feng said as his body slid forward. The blood corpse flapped its wings and chased after him.

The already revived Tian Xingzi tilted his head and thought about it, then said, “How about Liu Xi? It has an air of celebration to it.” Everyone promptly agreed, and thus Liu Feng’s first child was named Liu Xi.

Wang Dong seemed to be at home watching television; amid the noisy sounds there were lines from an animated show, high-pitched and strange.

The story was finished, and Frayna was already in tears, while Aske still wore a smile, his eyes deep and unreadable.

“Heh. The law is for the weak. In this city of Zar, what I say is law.”

The young man said proudly.

Prophecy? That’s far too far-fetched. Do they have to drag prophecy into everything?” Yi Yongheng said in disbelief. He felt the Japanese could at most be using a chain of schemes.

I said, “Have you never heard the saying that it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox? Besides, his motives were wrong to begin with. What does he take me for?”

Although Fan Chengda also supported the agreement being reached, he still harbored considerable wariness toward the Jin Kingdom. Now that he had come to the central capital and seen this scene, and with rumors from the Jin court and court circles having reached his ears, Fan Chengda could not help but doubt how sincere the Jin Kingdom truly was.

At last, those four beastlords all became dull-eyed, completely captured by Evil Without Way.

“Great-Grandmother, should we raise the price again?” An Yue’er asked excitedly, stroking the long dress in her hands.

Hua Xiangrong had no objections to this. Such treatment was only fitting for the strong, and she had even assumed that Icebound had been appointed as Lin Qingxuan’s protector by his master.

“Number Nine! You have spent more than eighty years searching for those two bastards, yet you still have not found them. And yet you have been the one to uncover this line of rebels! Tell me, should I reward you, or should I punish you?” The white-robed man looked at Liang Xiaolin, also known as Number Nine, Yue Yao, with amused eyes, smiling without speaking.

“You rotten girl, just wait till I tear your mouth apart! Don’t you spend all day thinking of Brother Yang and secretly crying your eyes out?” Zhang Xue raised her head as if to strike, and Xia Yuan darted aside with a tinkling laugh.

At that moment, everyone on the scene widened their eyes at once, staring at Xiao Rang in utter disbelief.

The spear shot toward Lin Yun, and in the process it actually devoured the unique blood-colored power of the City of Decline, growing stronger as it fiercely streaked toward him.

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