Chapter 105: The Nascent Soul at the Threshold

Ye Cheng closed his eyes following Ou Yezi’s words, and a profound warmth began to slowly flow from his wrist into his body. This stream of energy traveled along his arm, coursing through his meridians and veins, finally settling into his dantian.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Ye Cheng simply kept his eyes shut, sensing the shifting aura within his dantian while attempting to merge and elevate the true qi residing there.

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Ye Feng and Ling Xueyan’s strength had reached a level worthy of attention, and their consciousnesses were closely intertwined, as if shielding Ling Xueyan herself.

At the window of Class A1 in the graduating class, Sister Fei crossed her arms over her chest. The towering peaks behind her seemed to rise even higher, and her sword-like eyebrows not only enhanced her striking appearance but also exuded an aura of dominance.

Along the way, he had run more red lights than ever before in his life, but at this moment, none of that mattered. All he wanted was to appear before her as quickly as possible.

Although Xiong Weitian had forged a great reputation once more in the gaming world, his story ended in tragedy.

There was a trace of reproach in his tone, yet to Su Ying’s heart, it felt sweet, tinged with a subtle bitterness.

During the waiting period, Shi Daling and Molotov discussed the Chinese Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in the Far East. They pondered what suspicions the prolonged presence of these elite Chinese troops within their own borders might arouse among the Japanese, both feeling uncertain about the implications.

Before Qing Lang could finish speaking, everyone present nodded in agreement. Both of his suggestions were excellent, demonstrating broad vision and careful foresight. This outstanding student was, in truth, a man of great ambition.

“Haha, he has already been incapacitated by this king. Were it not for my concern over this side, I would have left no trace of him!” The Black Dragon King’s fleshy wings brushed against Ye Feng and Ling Xueyan, a gentle and nourishing aura slowly restoring their depleted energies.

Time slipped by quietly for two full quarters of an hour. It seemed the little ones truly treated this place as their playground. Each would touch something for a long while before discarding it, never holding on.

A quintessential example lay in patients suffering extensive burns who required skin grafts. When suitable skin sources were unavailable, pigskin was used as a temporary substitute. Though such grafts were only interim and ultimately rejected by the body’s immune system, they nevertheless represented a tangible application.

Suddenly, Qiong’er turned around, fiddled with her hair for a moment, and when she faced forward again, she had transformed completely.

Lu Zhi reported that during King Qing’s siege of the western suburbs, King Shun was caught unprepared. Without waiting for the emperor's summons, he seized his horse and rushed toward the palace.

The stout man and the elder exchanged glances, then charged fiercely from the left and right toward the domain of the Five Saints Universe.

Qiong’er rubbed her hands and touched the wall of the pit. Damn, this wasn’t the place she had been moments ago! After blinking and searching left and right for some time, she finally realized the staircase she had just dug led upward.

Sensing the aura emanating from Mo Ye, the palace spirit nodded gently, a glimmer of admiration flickering in her eyes.

In the distance, upon the courier road, a vast procession appeared. Chu Mucheng’s gaze was immediately captivated by the sight before him, for among the massive group, the enormous magical beasts stood out strikingly.

The whispered sweet words flowed through the phone directly into her ear, reaching her mind. Each neuron seemed electrified, sending waves of tingling numbness and weakness throughout her body. Before her eyes appeared Sister Qingyi’s face, flushed with rosy warmth and tender affection.

The morning sun streamed through the window, falling upon the holly tree outside the window frame, making its lush branches and leaves appear even more vibrant.

The Kang family sent her gifts every year. Although she no longer remembered their faces, memories of her mother brought a comforting warmth. She longed to return and see them, yet she also hesitated to leave Bai Su, Nian Ci, Huai Ci, and Cao Xuan behind, not to mention her maternal grandfather, grandmother, and uncle from the Dingbei Marquis’s estate. She simply could not bear to part from them.