Volume One, Chapter 52: You Cannot Take Her Away from Me!

Arriving at the floor where the operating room was located, he saw from a distance Shen Fan and Yun Mojiu, as well as Xiao Junhe standing beside Yun Mojiu.

Seeing Xiao Junhe, he raised his eyebrows.

Why is he here?

Just as he was puzzled, he noticed another person outside the operating room.

"Hey hey hey, why so shocked? It's just that I donated some sperm, not like I'm missing a chunk of flesh." The mischievous girl grinned cheekily, and I nearly slid off the chair onto the floor.

Who would have thought that these weeds, truly covering the mountains and fields, had all been gathered by Liu An in a single round, and handed directly to him.

The more he thought about it, the more tempted he became. Just as Zhu Haomiao's breathing grew hurried with excitement, a sudden flash of inspiration brought him back to his senses.

"Everyone, do not act rashly. The Duke Protector is in their hands!" Ou Liang signaled the generals to hold back.

Though it was still daytime in the eastern hemisphere where Great Xia was located, one could vaguely see the moon in the sky, growing larger and larger.

After speaking, Miyako stretched her delicate, snow-white arms, arching her back in a lazy stretch. Her black dress twirled slightly with her movements, swirling in place like a lost black butterfly.

Ou Liang made a move, and Ouyang Po, along with the Tianqi soldiers behind him, surrounded him. Behind King Donglin, Lu Wei and his guards drew their swords, pointing them at Ou Liang. For a moment, tension filled the air, swords drawn and ready.

"Ah, silly me. I wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't mentioned it. Such a thorough solution! Look, Miaomiao has filled the water jar again. Next time, I'll help Miaomiao fetch water. Now, can Miaomiao help me cook?" Zhu Zhengliang slapped his forehead in frustration, looking at Wei Miao with anticipation.

"It’s possible. The first three transmissions have gone smoothly, successfully producing vibrations on the meteorite’s surface. Now, proceeding to the fourth transmission..." Xu Feng’s voice echoed in my ear.

In fact, if not for Qin Hao, Qin Shan’s spirit stones would indeed have fallen short compared to Li Mengran’s. But due to the primordial spiritual energy in Qin Hao’s sea of consciousness and the evolving world within, he sensed a vast area of medium-grade spirit stones—a stroke of luck no one had anticipated.

"Qianqian, your grandfather is here, too. I made these dumplings myself, so they took a bit more time," Peng Meiling said, setting down a plate of dumplings.

"Haotian Half-Saint, why would a Half-Saint like you fuss over an Emperor like me? Please, show your magnanimity and let me go," Yuan Chen said with a forced smile, uneasy at the way Haotian was looking at him.

Huo Ziyin extended his left hand, the arm guard formed by the thunder beast now brimming with power, shining brilliantly.

Yun Zhen smiled gently, and after washing his face, slung his long bow over his shoulder and headed for the edge of the gray desert, just as sharp cries echoed across the sky.

Fairy Xi’e wore her ninefold celestial ornaments atop her head. Behind her, a broken wing of light unfurled, resembling a fallen angel—less holy, more sinister.

So there really is a Sword Sect, but how come I’ve never heard of it before? Yun Zhen mused silently over their words, his mind restless with doubts, vaguely sensing that the Sword Sect was not a group to be underestimated.

This was Wan Canghai’s ultimate martial achievement after entering the Saint Realm, fusing the martial arts of his two lifetimes into a single, refined mastery.

"Mom ate, but the lunch delivered was too much, so a lot was wasted," Lin’s mother said with concern.

"Great aunt, forgive your nephew for his offense," Situ Xuan said gloomily, his heart filled with a hundred emotions as he faced his relative’s reproach.

Seeing Yuan Chen accept the challenge, Xu Changhong smiled, releasing the power he had been suppressing. An astonishing sword aura soared from him.