Chapter 36: A Happy Event Arrives

Chen Mu gazed at Mei Ling’er, his heart full of mixed emotions.
“Miss Mei, these things have finally returned to their rightful owner,” he said, giving her shoulder a comforting pat.
“From today onward, you are a free woman.”
“With your abilities, you’ll surely make your mark in the capital…”
“We await your orders!” Yan Xing and the others’ eyes gleamed with excitement as they hurried to muster the troops, just waiting for Ma Chao to lure Huang Zhong away so they could attack and seize Yong County.
“Commander Yang, it’s hopeless—let’s save ourselves while we still can!” Seeing Yang Feng’s fury, Li Le and Han Xian quickly restrained him.
No one would believe that Liverpool could perform well in a major tournament; the proof was clear in their League Cup defeat against Chelsea. They lost miserably, utterly outmatched by their opponents.
Bai Yuzhou sheathed his sword, thinking to himself that Miss Xiangli must have been frightened by what had just happened.
Charm is a complex quality; looks are only part of it. A good physique and occasionally showing off some abs—that’s the mark of a true male idol.
She must be crying her heart out by now. Just thinking about it, Ye Wei longed to rush to Huang Lin, to hold her in her arms, but she couldn’t. If she did, all her previous efforts would be in vain.
A sudden murderous intent flashed. Su Qingge twisted the gun in her hand with a click and lunged forward, grabbing the jade pendant. In an instant, the gun was pressed firmly against Wang Lanhua’s temple.
…An Ruo bit her lip in silence. If only you truly understood. She glanced at Luo Cang, who was so quiet at this moment, and breathed out slightly. The pressure on her lips eased as she let go, leaving a faint, lingering trace.
As the gunshot rang out, Liu Xiang darted forward. Unlike Xie Chunfeng’s slow start, his was flawless—he all but leapt ahead with the shot, the first one off the mark.
With twelve demigods stationed and Cotton Jack supervising, there was little trouble Museus could stir up on his side.
“I’m sorry…I can’t say more. Otherwise, things will only get worse,” Michelle replied with an apologetic look.
Ye Tian took a deep breath, gazing toward the Spirit Clan’s direction. With a single movement, ripples of void energy surged out, and his figure vanished.
Tu Ze gasped in pain, blood endlessly welling from the corner of his mouth, staining the front of his white ceremonial robe—that blood, drawn from his bitten tongue, was his way of using pain to stimulate his mind.
At the time, Herald had introduced the power of the Apostles with an unmistakable pride—declaring apostolic power to be the true sixth-tier strength, dismissing all others as mere imitations.
Soon, Xu Wuyou and the others realized that these blood-red vines were far more terrifying than ordinary ones. Both their attack and defense had increased by several levels, posing a serious threat to them.
This place was once a base for resisting monsters and demons. Martial sects had been stationed here to hold back the supernatural, though it had been abandoned for years.
Hiss—Shang Yunfeng sucked in a breath when he saw the name Gucci. How did the country’s most powerful mercenary leader end up here, and how could he possibly know Ye Tian?
The legend of the Great Sage—the origin of this storm—was finally drawing attention, and the reactions of the 3.91 million moviegoers were now emerging.
Ye Tian took the sheepskin scroll, opened it, and saw that it was indeed a pill recipe—but the upper right corner was missing, with several ingredients lost.