Chapter Thirty-Nine: Their Renowned Names (Second Update)

They say wealth brings boldness! After Yun Shuang returned to Tongxin Hall and gathered Dog Egg and Second Girl, she headed straight for the finest inn in the county—the Seven Winds Manor.

The proprietor of Seven Winds Manor was one of the foremost merchants of Shanyang County—the Cao family. They had built their fortune in the hospitality business, starting right in Shanyang County. Though the Cao family, after prospering, moved to Ding'an County in Xiazhou, far from the border, their largest and most renowned inn remained in Shanyang.

Wei Qinglan's Azure Dragon and Fire Phoenix soared instantly into the sky, conjuring brilliant fireworks that burst forth in a dazzling shower of blossoms.

“Huh?” Dugu Tianhai punched the void, shattering space itself, yet failed to harm Qin Yun.

Suddenly, warmth blossomed in Li Shiyu’s chest; the thing she had always sought seemed to be right before her eyes.

“I promised you, so I’ll always stay by your side. Every feeling you have, I see it clearly,” Ling Yue whispered, nestling close to her.

He looked at the past, the present, and the future; at himself and at all things beyond himself; at thoughts, at the darkness of the mind, at all those signs that confirmed his own existence.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and turned their gaze to the Seven Treasures Soul-Collecting Chair, convinced that the entrance to the third level must be connected to it.

Hong Feng raised his head high. Though he appeared on the brink of collapse, ready to fall at any moment, his spirit blazed, displaying the courage of one who could face a hundred foes alone.

The eldest son of the Jia family was infamous for his ruthless vengeance; those who crossed him rarely escaped unscathed.

“So—who, who could it be?” Xueli’s heart raced in terror. She simply couldn’t fathom who would dare to commit such a shocking and audacious act.

With one leg draped over the chair and his hand raised, the man tried to push the next table. The guests across from him, still not fully risen, hurried off in fright.

“You two must be full. If so, perhaps we should talk elsewhere. This place is hardly convenient.”

The live chat was abuzz with discussion. The scenery before Ye Xingxing had already changed. The Antarctic Sect, still maintaining their humanity, had not thrown them into the deep sea but into a breathable area; thus, the two were not far apart.

Ning Jie approached, her cold hand lifting Ye Xingxing’s. Amid the roaring cheers of the crowd, Ye Xingxing shuddered involuntarily, as a bone-deep chill swept through her body.

He had faced many such people before—those driven to desperation, fighting like trapped beasts.

The second mechanism involved endotoxins triggering the release of inflammatory mediators such as histamine, kinins, and lysosomal enzymes, causing systemic inflammation and circulatory disorders, ultimately leading to shock.

The old woman’s eyes brimmed with hatred. She plunged a hand deep into her own heart, and right before my eyes, dug it out.

I shifted again, and he instantly pulled me tight, biting my lips with both punishment and a desire to merge me into his very body.

Entering the room, the elderly man lay curled on the bed, mouth agape, already in a state of shock.

Though cultivators need not rest daily as ordinary folk do once they are initiated, most still prefer sleep whenever possible—habits forged over decades are hard to break. Only a night of peaceful rest can fill them with vitality.

A clear, sharp eagle cry suddenly reverberated through the air. The Golden-Winged Battle Eagle, in that instant, transformed into a fierce stream of light, racing forward with terrifying speed and unstoppable force.

Lu Yunting stared at the menacing Shadow Palm, brows tightly knit, thinking to himself: This won’t work—I must find another way.

Meanwhile, the Soul-Summoning Banner, attracted by the sinister energy within Long Zhan’s body, let out a persistent buzzing in midair.

After some fun, the two left the bar. Murong Yan took Yang Fan’s arm, walking straight ahead without so much as a sideways glance.