Chapter 41: Who Should One Love?

"Sister, no matter who you like... just don't like Ji Yunxuan." Ji Chenling looked at her calmly, his eyes dark and heavy.

For the first time, Lu Xi saw true seriousness and gravity in his gaze.

She nodded blankly, a sharp pang of bitterness quickly cutting through her heart.

So, as she had suspected, she had been overthinking things.

It made sense; if Ji Chenling hadn't been using his disguise skills, even in this perilous survival game, he would never be short of women. Beauties would always be throwing themselves at him.

After all, this was a frontier city. They didn't stop anyone from entering; they simply had them perform a quick test with a spirit plate, and cultivators were then permitted entry by default.

From downstairs, the shouts of soldiers echoed, and the firelight drifting upward grew rapidly. The sound of splitting wood and collapsing window frames filled the air. Thicker gray smoke turned into black, billowing clouds, making it impossible to see the path ahead. The surroundings were filled with the clamor of battle and the sounds of more screams.

Chu Feng needed to cultivate a new technique to improve himself, but after pondering for a long time, he couldn't settle on one, especially since his current body lacked a life soul.

Despite his aura of a powerful figure, he currently wore a face that clearly said he was willing to let Xiyan "bully" him.

Luoluo was one of those miraculous children who either didn't cry at all or, once she started, let out a cry so shocking that she couldn't be stopped; no matter what anyone said, it was useless.

Earlier, Li Lingyue had signaled him not to speak, and he had complied with her wishes. Now that the Emperor had asked him directly, he had no choice but to respond. Since he had to answer, why not take this opportunity to place a bet?

After Orochimaru dodged the kunai, a swishing sound followed as three more kunai arrived, overtaking the previous ones. They collided, altering their trajectory, and headed straight toward the very spot where Orochimaru had dodged, sealing off his escape route and aiming directly for his vitals.

Zhong Yue smiled to himself, looking back at him with a composed expression. He did not believe that Ji Siming would remain silent to the end.

True Rules! These three words flashed through Mu Xifeng's mind. Only the True Rules from the dawn of the universe could possess such power, and only the True Rules could be so perfect as to not waste a single ounce of energy.

Actually, Ye Fei really wanted to keep the Middle Eastern Tiger Blade, but after weighing the opponent's strength, he extinguished the thought. With his and Lu Bulong's skills, it wouldn't be difficult to keep the Middle Eastern Tiger Blade, but it wasn't worth the risk.

Ever since they broke up on that final night, he had locked the name Zhang Xiaoqi away in the deepest part of his memory. He had to forget this name; the very nature of their beginning had destined them to forget each other.

"This is Chu Yancheng, my husband," Bingbing introduced, then hurriedly looked at Li Jie. Chu Yancheng took out a star plate from his robe. It was a simple stone disc carved with a single star. It was indeed Chu Yancheng who had killed Zhang Jinchu.

"Celestial Race! A demonized Celestial! And one that can transform, no less! How is this possible!" At this moment, Ou Meng's eyes were filled with disbelief. He retreated his massive frame, knowing full well the terror of the Celestial Race. They could absolutely kill him in an instant.

"Useless trash." Ye Ke shook his head and executed that Red Army soldier first. The other two soldiers struggled, trying to flee.

Yu Linglong watched Mu Xifeng's retreating figure without stopping him. After all, all she could do was tell him everything. As for anything else, she was powerless to help; she was, after all, only a first-tier Realm King with the power of a single realm.

At this moment, Mu Xifeng waved his hand and brought out the thirty thousand world seeds sent by Li Zhengming to consume them. In an instant, under Mu Xifeng's great devouring technique, the universe seeds drifted like fireflies, diving into the vortex in his hand, then flowing through his meridians into the chaos space within his Dantian.

Humanity in ancient times lacked the advanced technology of the present; these murals were the inheritance they had recorded.