Chapter 29 Paying the Price

Qin Yu said nothing, merely offering a mysterious smile.

Before long, Master Zhou approached the room, looking at the two with some confusion and asked, “Doctors, my wife said I should come in? Is there some bad news?”

“No, nothing of the sort, Master Zhou, you’re overthinking it... Actually, Dr. Qin wanted you to come in—”

A powerful shove struck my back. Before I could grab anything nearby, I lost my balance and tumbled down the winding staircase. The steps twisted downward, and I nearly blacked out from the impact. After a brief moment of cushioning, I finally came to a stop on the floor.

Yang Qifeng had wanted to break free, but Zhang Chen’s iron grip was like a steel band, leaving him no choice but to submit.

He had to return to London to finish his studies. Was it out of responsibility, or because staying in the capital would put him in danger?

“My physical body has perished, but my lingering soul resides in your sea of consciousness, where I can recover. As for who I am, why don’t you come in and see for yourself?” The mysterious voice in his mind extended an invitation.

Charge. Rush forward without hesitation. The Blazing Blade technique, a slash aimed straight at the Peerless Sword Maiden’s delicate figure. The Void-cleaving strike, Sword Maiden’s movement darting toward the triangular grass. Someone’s there—ha, no fear at all. Another slash, then a Q, taken down.

Ever since he first encountered the ghost infant through the system, he realized this world was far from the calm facade it presented.

Man and corpse tangled together again, fiercely exchanging blows. In mere moments, they had already crossed swords a hundred times.

Moreover, it was difficult to control the force of the heavenly tribulation this way. If the tribulation’s power proved too strong, wouldn’t that be courting death?

Quan Shaoting folded the financial newspaper and placed it on the dining table, his slender phoenix eyes carefully studying her.

During the time they spent together, Lin Tianyang often teased her verbally, but never before had his gaze been so intense, his attitude so resolute. This sudden change left her flustered and unsure.

Even names like Soul Legion, Flying Bear Army, Vanguard Warriors, and Assault Battalion weren’t particularly grand. The Flying Bear Army referred to troops capable of flight and possessing bear-like strength; the Assault Battalion meant forces breaching enemy camps; Vanguard Warriors were those who scaled enemy lines first, prepared to die.

Jiang Qi knew in his heart that if he still wanted to convince his mother to let him pursue his dream, today he had to display his truest martial arts so she could understand. He wanted her to see that his words were not a fleeting impulse, but backed by the strength to achieve his aspirations.

Looking up to see Hao Xin smile again, Xia Yeno felt somewhat relieved. Changing another diaper was nothing; as long as Hao Xin could smile again, everything was fine.

Ba Tian was frustrated—whatever he said now was meaningless, and he resolved never to kneel, no matter what. If word got out, how could he keep his dignity in the spiritual realm?

Speaking of intelligence on Zheng Zha, Murong Chen actually had a thorough grasp—not just the original Zheng Zha, but also the current one, including everything he had exchanged for. Murong Chen knew it all.

He had taken another big step toward success, and Lin Jianzheng felt immense joy. He wished to share this happiness with someone, and the person most worthy was undoubtedly Ye Shuang.

Celestial being. Ding Yaoyang lowered his head, his fringe instantly covering one eye. His hair was exceptionally beautiful, clean silver-white, sparkling in the sunlight. He truly resembled a celestial.

Unintentionally, the figure in the painting entered a strange space, dreamlike and surreal, witnessing the rise of a powerful, unrivaled physical form.

Having to attend an event, Hao Yan took special care with her appearance. She didn’t rent or buy a new gown, but after discussing with Susan, both decided to wear outfits designed by their studio that evening, indirectly promoting their work.