Chapter 38: The Battle Strategist

He used to see Xueyue no more than five times a year, a number he could count on one hand. He realized that he truly knew very little about this taciturn son; he could not fathom what was truly on Xueyue’s mind.

Chen Gongshu watched Xiao Shan, who had retreated from the battlefield, casually smoking a cigarette while observing the fighting with a slight shake of his head.

After a night of torment, his whole body felt as if it had fallen apart—aching and weak. Even the slightest movement felt like walking ten kilometers.

Murong Lingfeng reached into a box and took out two items: a dagger she had previously entrusted to Qingchen for protection, and the Forest Spirit, which Qingchen had been using to threaten her.

Su Nan rolled her eyes and silently glanced at the great divine light orb, suddenly feeling a sense of despair.

“Oh yeah, Anna, you’re too good to me. I absolutely love this gift,” Taeyeon said excitedly. Although she had extorted two songs earlier that day, the frustration she felt upon learning that those songs were originally hers next year completely vanished, replaced only by happiness.

With a loud bang, the skeletal dinosaur merely stepped back a few paces, a single crack appearing on its skull but no breakage.

The moment the question was raised, the air suddenly grew cold and dense, low pressure spreading across the vast divine plaza, creating an atmosphere of tension ready to snap.

Chu Long and Endi exchanged glances and instinctively stepped back, lowering their heads to look at their toes.

“Don’t even think about it.” The shadowy figure was so tall that Xue Xinqi had to tilt her head up uncomfortably; he immediately crouched down.

“The Blood Wolf means a duel, the Blood Tiger is a sneak attack—both are one stroke to kill, clean and decisive,” the Black Bat King said to Mo Xiaosheng with a sinister smile.

Xiang Nan and He Liqing had already arrived at the combat command room ahead of time. Alongside Deng Houfang, they wore solemn expressions, listening intently to Scout Squad Leader Tong Wei’s report.

At this critical moment, the elevator doors opened, and out stepped a man wearing a black fedora, a black trench coat, and a white scarf, exuding an extremely cool aura.

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“Let’s first gather everyone’s opinions—Li Jiayi, Dagang, Lin Jiang, Zhou Bo, Hu Liwei, Laifu, Wu Chaoying, and so on. We should ask them all, since Jie was entrusted by Chai Hua, but these people usually work closely with Chai Hua.”

At that moment, the subordinates hurriedly left. With their boss’s approval, they dared not linger here.

“You girl, how dare you speak! He and I are simply from different worlds,” Huang Ying sighed softly.

The Tianyu world now faced countless crises. Experts from the Hongmeng Heavenly Sect could strike at any time, threatening to obliterate all forces resisting them.

“Desperate Immortal King, your era has ended. Will you still stubbornly resist?” a towering man said.

An old man sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes; his deep gaze, in the dim prison cell, shone like two cold stars.

As one ventured deeper into the chapel, bloodstains began to appear—large sprays of blood splattered on black walls and crimson carpets. Even the oil paintings of the Holy Son descending to save the world were speckled with dried blood.

The trees surrounding the clearing were covered with restless vines, winding and twisting like pythons waiting to strike, yet afraid to move against the raging flames.

Liang Hao did not resist. Moments later, the storage pouch containing five million spirit stones in his hand floated up.

“Wukong, in this scorching weather, go fetch some water for me,” Tang Seng wiped the sweat from his face; his lips had turned pale and unhealthy.

Today, feeling unwell, he was truly happy to drink the porridge his “mother” had cooked with her own hands.

Hearing this, Qinglong felt a complex mix of emotions. Although he knew the sect leader well and recognized it was merely comforting words, his heart still warmed.

The blacksmith, however, refused to accept any compensation, saying he had promised not to ask for any—one must keep one’s word. This earned my slight admiration. After comforting him a bit, I left the shop. Seeing the sun already slanting west, I decided to return to the inn for dinner.

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“Lead the way.” Luo Nan was not afraid that the casino folks might tear him apart. Such a large casino had some semblance of respect.

However, as he stepped back, he accidentally bumped into something behind him without noticing.

Yet Chen Cheng’s disdain seemed to have no effect; Nalan Zhichen’s mind was fully focused on the crystal stone in his arms. No matter how Chen Cheng despised him, he remained unmoved.

“This time, we should be able to escape successfully, right?” Jing Tian thought to herself in the arms of Xia Mo.

Meanwhile, the phoenix’s protection gone, the people of Yuanzhu City suffered misfortune first. To repent for their sins, they rebuilt a treasured pagoda, hoping one day the Phoenix King might forgive them and return. Alas, countless years passed, yet the Phoenix King never appeared.

“So what if you don’t appreciate it? Are you trying to fight me?” Now Meow Meow was no longer the same as before—indiscriminate and uncontrollable. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that it had once taken me in during my darkest times, I would have dealt with it when it threatened me with Madonna.

I still remember that bleak night: thousands of torches crackled, and the good girl by my side was pierced through the heart by a quiver full of feathered arrows. I could neither move nor speak a word. I wanted to plead with him to save you, but he arrived too late. The beloved in his arms asked me why I was there.

Then I understood, being a Buddha is no easy task. If there is lingering love, if there are beautiful attachments, who would wish to be a Buddha beside a dim lamp?

Deep fear made her seem to forget that, besides Li Mofan, others were also seated here.

So I said nothing. Seeing Pei Yanqiao wearing only a thin shirt, I took off my coat and gave it to him. Like a patient, I sat with him in the freezing cold, enduring the biting wind.