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Although they remain members of the Eight Great Demon Clans, other powerful demon clans—those outside the eight—have begun to view them with significant contempt. Given their lack of any distinctive strengths, they run the constant risk of being replaced by these other races at any moment.

Seeing this, Shangguan Nan was terrified out of his wits. He reached out to embrace Gao Yuehan, his eyes filled with agony, and cried out, "Why... why must you do this?" With that, Shangguan Nan attempted to channel his true energy into Gao Yuehan to sustain her life.

Song Qin maintained an air of serene detachment, appearing completely unaffected. In reality, however, her eyes were downcast, and her hands were clenched tightly, rigid with tension. She remained silent, waiting quietly. She did not understand Jiang Xinai’s intent; was she bringing up these old grievances just to make things difficult for her?

But before Li Ling could finish, Mu Shengnan suddenly spoke up: "Brother Li, I thank you once again for saving my life. This is the second time you have rescued me, I... I..." At this, Mu Shengnan could not go on.

Yet, once this was pointed out, everyone observed that the Four Heavenly Kings were exceptionally attentive to Fanfan. They not only allowed it to eat first but would even lick its fur after it was full. They followed it wherever it went, acting no differently than a parent doting on a child. Only then did the others begin to believe it.

Dongxiang Hu chuckled and patted Tong Xiangyu’s head. Tong Xiangyu tried to dodge, but her body was bound tightly; unable to escape, she simply squeezed her eyes shut, choosing to ignore what she could not see.

The next second, Chu Tianyu felt the ground tremble. A deafening roar erupted from not far away, as if something had forcefully smashed through a solid wall. What was going on?

After the alliance was forged, Chu Tiannan left the residence of the Heavenly Mystery Sect and returned to his own quarters.

"As I said, one hundred thousand is the absolute minimum. I still have three months of rent left, plus these machines, not to mention the internet and electricity bills—I won't even break those down. But at this price, you can only profit; there is no chance of losing," Brother Du said.

The vast palace was empty, yet brightly lit. The flames within the lamps were a beautiful, deep indigo. They danced incessantly, as if unwilling to serve merely as tools for illumination.

"That is no problem. I shall have Luo Song bring it all over," Shen Ze said, before ordering Luo Song to see to the matter.

Qin Wanyue did not shy away from propriety, and the two remained intimately close on the battlefield, leaving Qin Chuan and the others speechless.

"But all of this was destroyed by the hunters! Our past, our joy—everything was burned to ashes!" As he said this, Heath’s expression turned cold, and his entire body radiated a killing intent that made even Archie shudder.

The more Ruyi looked at the figure from behind, the more familiar it seemed. She walked up behind him and heard a familiar voice. Ruyi was startled, her hand already resting on the youth’s shoulder. The youth turned around, his tightly furrowed brows and cold eyes relaxing the moment he saw Ruyi.

However, just then, a cracking sound echoed through Joyous Fortress, reaching everyone’s ears. Alarmed, the crowd looked toward the source of the noise, only to see a crack as thick as an arm snaking across the floor beneath their feet, widening with every passing second.

After unleashing this technique, Qisar leaned on his knees, breathing heavily. This move was the most powerful in his arsenal, possessing the widest range and the fastest speed. It was also the only technique that could not be defended against by a Golden Body.

Fan Yu was stunned. He thought Hun Zai should be overjoyed upon hearing those words. Why was there no reaction at all, other than sitting there and grinning foolishly? Fan Yu paused, then leapt onto the cauldron and lifted the lid.

"Hahaha, it worked! Is this what crossing over feels like? It’s absolutely exhilarating!" Mo Mo shouted happily. Looking at the scenery of this space and feeling its silence, it seemed as though everything here could soothe the wounds of the soul.

"Xiangqiao, please stop crying," Ling Jiantong said, her voice weak. She did not want to see anyone else shedding tears in front of her at this moment.

"Why didn't they ask where we were going? And what are you smiling at?" Li Qian found it truly strange, and once they were finally out of the manor, she asked.

"My goodness, that’s so much silver." Yang Wei smacked his lips, truly shocked by the number Yang Wei had revealed.

However, although the old man spoke with great gravity, he remained composed, as if he still had an ace up his sleeve.

Finally, Emperor Tang Xuanzong rewarded Li Fei with a thousand taels of gold and some fine silks and satins to take back home.

Chen Dahe knew she was talking about Sophie’s art company. Thinking of Sophie reminded him of Peng Xueqing. The girl hadn't returned home for the holidays again this year; he really wondered what she was so busy with over there. It had been a year and a half since she went abroad last summer, and she hadn't been home once. Did she not miss her family at all?

Li Ji was a corpse puppet; he obeyed only the orders of his master. Moreover, ever since Li Ji was refined into a corpse puppet, Daoist Kui had prepared a gray corpse-nurturing bag for him, which could make his body more resilient and even allow his cultivation to gradually improve.

The problem Yang Fan faced was that he was a hardworking writer who envied those with natural talent, yet the pressures of life forced him to consider becoming a speculative writer.

Zhou Fengchen could not spare a thought for anyone else’s opinions at this moment; he took out the "Dragon Cultivation Pill" to heal his wounds.

No matter what, Luo Tian had to go see Gao Tian. Even if only for the sake of Lin Feihu, he could not afford not to go.

Gowe lay on the bed without saying a word. When Leng Xuan walked in, Gowe simply closed her eyes, intending to ignore him completely.

"So, you’re just going to slap labels on me at will? I haven't eaten yet; are you going to feed me or not?" Wu Di suddenly blurted out an entirely irrelevant question.