Chapter 35 - Chapter 35

"Opening the vortex gate is no difficulty. The human king has come to us of his own accord," the Death Lord laughed. A deep blue shadow slowly approached Mu Han, its surface flickering with blue light and exuding a terrifying aura, accompanied by bursts of black mist. However, both he and Chu Xue Xishuang had stumbled upon this place by chance, unprepared for what lay ahead. The cold front between the two armies turned pale as they frantically prayed to every deity they knew, desperate to survive. Yet, the fact that Number 37 had specifically appeared outside the maze to remind them suggested the hero was not as simple as they had imagined. Zhang Liuliang didn't finish his sentence about losing, but his silence spoke volumes, hinting that in his boss's dictionary, the word "defeat" might not even exist. Under Li Xu's leadership, tens of thousands of troops advanced in three groups through the tunnels toward the northwest. Startled, everyone drew their weapons, readying themselves for battle in the living room. Meanwhile, events in the real world were also impacting the Mu family's ancestral home, leaving them no choice but to engage with the outside world. The zither music changed again, drawing the guards' attention away, unaware of a ghostly figure stealthily approaching the painted boat. Monkey Jia led his group through the forest, constantly scanning their surroundings—moving on foot was far riskier for a monkey. A curved blade pierced the pirate leader's chest, who fell（reluctantly）to the ground. As（Belonghu）boasted, he discovered the two metal snakes had（penetrated）his enemy's body without causing real damage. Nearby disciples of the Divine Might Realm and even mid-stage cultivators of the same realm instantly retreated in shock. "We should change our clothes. Disguise ourselves as amateur hikers; that way, even if we run into someone, we can bluff our way through," Chen Feiyu suggested, tugging at his clothes. The continuous urging and creative swinging methods of Mo Dun completely spoiled the warmth of the moment. Dawn broke, and the air grew thick with murderous intent. The tense standoff lasted less than a cup of tea before Duo Duo suddenly noticed something unfamiliar about the Ming army across the river. "Thank you for your help, hero, but the Beggar's Gang gathering can't be called off just like that. Let's discuss the details after the meeting!" Huang Rong came up with a compromise to delay things. That day, Oliver reviewed the projects under Jones Corporation and found that only the sewage treatment project（adjacent to）the Shendan Industrial Park was unprofitable. After a sleepless night, Mo Dun finally emerged from his room the next day, stretching and yawning. Half a month later, I regained consciousness in bed, my body numb from disuse, unable to open my eyes immediately. Yet, I felt a strange discomfort, as if something was tightly wrapped around one of my hands, impossible to shake free. Because Su Jinli had a good relationship with Yun Yang, the servants of the Seventh Prince's residence, especially those in the Purple Crystal residence, adored Yun Yang. "Qianqian, it's been years since you last visited the main house. How do you feel about coming back now?" Old Master Chu asked, his head bowed over the chessboard. Baigang, located south of Winterfell, was the largest commercial hub in the north and the primary trade port. Su Jinli's heart fluttered at the warm kiss from Yun Yang, forgetting even to cry. The heavy rain that started in the early hours continued into the morning, and Kong Yixian, soaked through, sneezed as she desperately made her way to the archery range. They had ganged up on me, ruining my chances and even disfiguring me—now they'll face their just deserts. I didn't think too much about it; every time I tried to hide something, Yan Yan and Yu Xi would pinch me, especially Yu Xi, who seemed to enjoy it. "Liar! Why would we frame you for no reason?" the family's face turned red with anger. Especially after a few drinks, Ouyang Yan's view of Sang Qingrou changed drastically, and they even started addressing each other as brothers. Jin Yuyan could understand why Sang Xiaoxi acted—that was her mother's doing. How could her own mother, seeing her daughter wronged, help others punish her? She remembered that time Sang Qingrou, feeling troubled, went to pray at the Wuchen Temple because she heard the Taoist priest there was skilled in fortune-telling. Jin Yuyan had wondered why she didn't go to a temple instead of a Taoist observatory. It was then that Zhao Ying began to have other thoughts, never considering marriage. The dust covered the sky as everyone watched the figures emerging from the giant pit, stepping back in fear.