Chapter 41: The Postponed Wedding

Upon hearing that it would take a year, Meng Tang’s face turned even paler. Catching a suggestive look from her mother, she hurried over to sit beside Fang Zhixu.

Meng Tang wiped away her tears and pleaded earnestly, "Zhixu, I don’t think there is any need to wait that long."

"Meng Tang, your uncles are already busy arranging the funeral for your uncle. With no one else in this room right now, concerning the marriage alliance between our noble families, you and I..."

The other empty seat, the one meant for Olaf, would normally be reserved for Xeris’s closest Pixer friend, Lord Koshilia Traba. Nothing was said about this, but Xeris understood the implications of the son of Baenre being present and the Lord’s failure to appear.

Hill nodded, seemingly convinced by Bonner’s explanation, but Ji Yong saw through the Red Mamba’s lie instantly. "Putting on a show for Popovich?" he thought.

The material’s resilience remained virtually unchanged even after millions of stretches. Its high-temperature resistance was such that it only began to glow a faint red when approaching the core of a magnetic confinement fusion reactor, where temperatures reached tens of millions of degrees. Its low-temperature resilience allowed it to be submerged in liquid helium without altering its properties, and under magnetic fields strong enough to induce confinement, it remained entirely non-magnetizable.

Because a spacetime blockade can never be truly absolute, as the fluctuations within the enclosed spacetime subside, the disparity between the inside and outside grows, inevitably allowing a trace of spacetime energy to seep in from the exterior.

Popovich shook his index finger and said with an air of certainty, "He is a very clever fellow. He gives me exactly what I want."

This particular sword technique was one of the few martial arts manuals left behind when the First Demonic Cult vanished. It was later acquired by the old master of the Yellow Springs Gate. It is said that when he unleashed this technique, a radius of ten miles would be shrouded in boundless deathly aura; a single strike could turn a lush forest into a barren wasteland.

"If we artificially create a zone of absolute spacetime stability, what properties would that spacetime exhibit? Could it be pierced or shattered?"

Lin Shan did not stop; he tore off chunks of flesh, and all the players fell silent, their gazes filled with terror as they looked at him.

"Did you inform the commander of their escape route?" Bo Yinyong asked with a gesture and an expression. He confirmed the facts and mentioned the potential escape routes the enemy might take.

After dropping off Manjing and Xiangpu at home, Xu Huaijin did not leave immediately but went inside to discuss with Old Man Luo their trip to the Tang family residence over the weekend.

After a quick glance, Xiao Yun noticed that his stamina and spirit had recovered by about half. Too rushed to test his newly acquired talent, he immediately activated his primary talent, "Demon Eye," and raised his Cold-Spirit Bow to fire an arrow, launching a probing attack at the giant egg in the center of the lake.

The darkness was utterly silent, and no further movement occurred, which began to make Lin Tao feel involuntarily tense.

The entrance to the tomb lay behind the tombstone. Looking at the pitch-black, rectangular opening that stood two meters high, my heart tightened for no reason, though I soon calmed myself; it was my first time entering a tomb, so nervousness was inevitable.

"These xenomorphs are not your weapons, nor are they your tools. They are merely reflections of the ugly parts of the human heart. So... let them rest in peace," Ling said to the rebels who were bidding him farewell.

After both men parried each other's sword qi, only a few steps remained between them. Chen Feifan gripped his Phantom Spirit Sword tightly in his right hand, channeling about two-thirds of his internal sword qi. Suddenly, the plain blade was enveloped in a layer of crimson energy.

By saying this today, he was clearly signaling to Pei Min that he had the intention to choose a different Crown Prince, and that the candidate was Li Heng.

Xiao Yun naturally would not miss such an opportunity. With his feet planted on the Star-Fall, his Demon-Startling Bow hummed as he unleashed an arrow. This shot was even more stunning than the first, once again firmly locking the space where the Flame Demon stood and effortlessly severing the threads behind it.