Scions of noble families linger beneath the fragrant trees.

In that fleeting instant, Ding Man erupted with battle energy, his entire body enveloped in its thick aura. As the force surged from him, he leaped forward, almost closing the distance to Zhao Zixian.

The moment this thought occurred to her, Ling Xin startled herself, feeling the idea was far too reckless. Yet, gazing into his ever more unfocused eyes, it was as if she had been bewitched; she rose on tiptoe and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

Having made his decision, Zhao Zixian's face hardened with resolve. He slid his right hand into his backpack, gripping the handle of the Divine Chef’s Blade. Just as he was about to warn the three behind him to act, he suddenly felt a chilling current rise from his core.

Xuan Shao’s strength was immense—Yan Yu’s wrist was gripped so tightly she had no hope of breaking free.

On the Burmese border, he had once led thousands into battle, first fighting the government forces for over a decade, then clashing with rebels in large-scale skirmishes. Betrayal and intrigue on the battlefield were nothing new to him. He never believed his own wit, empathy, resourcefulness, vision, or experience were inferior to others; if he ever fell short, it was simply a matter of ill fortune.

“The destination… at last… we have arrived,” Feng Heartless sighed softly, gently shaking the Fragmented Heart in his hand, closing his eyes.

Beyond Earth, the void of space was utterly shrouded; not a single star’s light pierced through. The cause? The massive heads of several colossal beasts blocked everything from view.

He had not left her side for a moment, not even daring to blink; his pitch-black pupils were shot through with blood-red veins. Sweat streamed down his tense body, drying and then forming again, his bloodstained clothes unchanged.

“If it really comes to that, won’t all your efforts be for nothing, all your plans wasted?” Yue Kui said.

Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through Silverface’s mind—only a man like this was worthy of Qiao’er. Such a strike—the shockwave alone had blown them back a hundred yards! Feng Heartless, seriously wounded?

Xiao Yue’s belly was much larger than before. Every evening, before bed, Yang Changfa would heat water for her to soak her feet, easing her swollen legs. When she lay down, he would gently massage her legs, which now showed signs of edema.

“During the whole process, did Yin-Yang Xuan and the Sea of Sleeping Dragons ever start arguing?” Ying Se asked curiously.

Xiao Yue took out the clothes she’d made for Yang Changfa, urging him to change. Seeing all his old clothes in the wardrobe, tattered and worn, she sighed softly, her heart aching for this man. But she quickly composed herself—she would care for him from now on.

The burly man could scarcely believe his eyes, carefully examining the group of children before him once more.

“Did you do what I asked?” Elder Wen asked in a low voice of the two Thousand Gate disciples beside him.

“Didn’t the propaganda department once do an in-depth profile of people all over the nation? Why wasn’t such a high-ranking official included?” the organization minister asked.

Yet, no matter how strong he became, it was useless. He could never forget he was an abandoned child, unwanted even by his own family. The world was vast, but there was nowhere for him to belong. He could only wander, never able to settle in one place, for his heart was still adrift, and with it, his body could find no rest.

No wonder she could be close friends with Yan Yueyue for so many years—whenever she was upset, she would eat. Was this an illness?

Looking around, there was no sign of Firemelt anywhere. With such an alluring appearance and a body massive enough to carry three or four people in flight, if they had been transported together, how could she have gone unnoticed?

“This—this king—this…” Ye Wuxu had never expected such an outcome. Now, meeting Ye Wujue’s icy gaze and seeing the emperor’s sullen face, he could not help but feel nervous and afraid. He had not managed to bring down Ye Wujue, but instead had implicated himself.

“Through this device?” Chen Zhihan looked at the scattered parts on the table, skeptical.

Feng Wushang vigorously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, then shrugged indifferently.

Lv Fei did not linger in the dining hall. It was no longer appropriate for her to stay. As soon as she left, Wang Tian and the others followed, and her departure only made the murmurs swell, the room growing even more lively.

So, he thought, there must be more to this than meets the eye. Could it be that Ye Wujue had met the princess before all this happened?

Meng Qianxun was speechless—this man really never forgot about that matter. For now, obtaining the Jade Blood Spirit Pearl was the priority; everything else could wait until they left the palace.

Of course, the best outcome would be to become a servant for one of the elder disciples—there were always advantages to be gained.

Wang Tianxu sensed a surge of murderous intent from his side. Without even looking, he leapt aside, narrowly avoiding it.

“Seventh Brother, if you find anything mysterious, just smash it open; it’s not worth much anyway.” Feng Wujing wore a similar expression, though unlike his younger brother, he was too embarrassed to show such eagerness.

“I am not a soldier who blindly obeys orders,” Tao Ye said with a wink. He had no idea why William seemed to know his situation so well.

“Are you just brushing me off, Mr. Jack? Don’t Australian politicians have a questionable reputation for honesty? If you’re able to attend a major meeting, you should remember who made that possible, where your expensive clothes and your million-dollar luxury car come from,” Han Ning said with barely concealed sarcasm.

Veins stood out on Tao Junfeng’s forehead—he was on the verge of losing his temper, but thinking of Wenrou’s extraordinary qualities, he forced himself to remain calm.

At that moment, Mingluo, seated before the stone pillars, slowly opened his eyes… In his left eye, a lake-green pupil glimmered faintly.

There was still no word from Ren Qingkuang, and Huo Qing could not wait any longer. He needed to find a way to get all the gold, silver, and jewels out immediately and exchange them for checks at Lord Wei’s place. That way, he, Ye Muxia, and Yan San could carry them easily and not have to worry about any mishaps.

The nine great planets, perfectly aligned like pearls on a skewer, were pierced in an instant. The unimaginable force of the railgun shot through the endless void, crashing directly into the Ultron world.