Chapter 61: He was willing to be a kept lover or a mistress.

Jiang Si lay prone by Yun Fu's bedside, tears still glistening in his eyes, cutting a deeply pathetic figure.

Yet, as he looked up at the sleeping Yun Fu, he still couldn't resist the urge to snuggle against her.

Wiping away his tears with a paw, he carefully hopped onto the bed, squeezed himself into Yun Fu's embrace, and closed his eyes.

This was the first time Jiang Si had ever fancied a female, and no matter what, he refused to give up—he would even resign himself to being a kept side-man or a home-wrecker.

Putting on his shoes, he left the dim dormitory, walked to the washroom, and splashed some water on his face, trying to clear his head. Seeing Old Qin preparing dinner, and unwilling to sit alone in the room letting his imagination run wild, he volunteered to step forward and help.

The moment this battle-axe appeared, it immediately captured almost everyone's attention. They were naturally well aware of the preciousness of a weapon at the spirit-artifact tier, yet they never expected that someone could produce one so effortlessly.

How did the Church of Light get dragged into this again? Lin Feng knew that across the continent of Titan, the Church of Light vaunted itself as a righteous organization, holding profound influence throughout the land.

The group walked for a while without encountering anything unusual. The surrounding sky remained a hazy gray, free of any danger or even a single obstacle; it was just that this sky seemed to have no end, with nothing but grayish mist stretching ahead no matter how far they walked.

Immediately following the three chief judges were the five senior guest professors of the Guest Academy, while the rest were the official instructors of the ten classes in the fourth year of the academy.

At that very moment, his expression shifted slightly. A rush of wind came from overhead, and he instinctively hoisted the coiling-dragon sword across his crown, completely lacking the time to mount any further reaction.

A slight curve touched Bu Fan's lips, his gaze sweeping across the faces of Guo Xin and Ying Min. Guo Xin still wore a dazed and absent-minded expression, while Ying Min leaned against the side with her eyes tightly closed in silence. Bu Fan's gaze finally landed on Wu Feng, who remained unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

"Are you alright?" Old Liu, who had initially been laughing along with me, sensed that something was amiss with my state. He stopped laughing and looked at me with worried, inquiring eyes.

If the Pan-American Alliance successfully captured the Gate of Light, they would inevitably pull out all the stops to capture the Spirit race and thereby harvest their bloodline to aid in the recovery of the Outer Gods' true forms. Should the Pan-American Alliance succeed, not only would all of the Emissaries' previous efforts be rendered completely in vain, but they would also plunge into a perilous predicament.

Perhaps Ouyang Tian had simply been too excited; the Void Ring contained a vast quantity of body-tempering materials, and back then, it was precisely with the aid of the bronze tripod that he had broken through in a single bound, successfully entering the realm of physical tempering.

As the battle dragged on, however, the middle-aged man made the tragic discovery that whether or not this effeminate fellow possessed a physical resilience superior to his own was unclear, yet the extent of his injuries after each exchange always seemed remarkably lighter than his own.

The flushed red sky outlined Aribeth's straight, slender back, and Shen Yan stood there in a daze, staring blankly at her.

Although she had no idea why Jiang Chao and Tang Ziyan had broken in, judging from the previous situation, they presumably weren't here to search for the Sarira relics.

The master of the silver-armored battle puppet had imbued it with the single-minded intent to guard the treasure. As long as it retained its mobility, it would continue to fight relentlessly until it was reduced to a pile of immobile spare parts.

Xue Yunhui stared angrily, just about to take a step forward, but thoughts raced through her mind and she instantly concealed her figure.

Channeling his inner strength through his palms, he unleashed a profound beam of light. Where the beam landed, accompanied by a series of explosive bangs, vast craters were gouged into the earth. Reversing his mid-air trajectory, he clenched his fists, brought their momentum crashing down once more, and propelled by the punch's impact, vanished in a rapid succession of booms into the sea of lush green grass and mist.

Thinking of this stirred Jiang Hanshu's unresolved emotional trauma once again. Before her soul transmigrated, she had been confronting a forced marriage imposed by her clan. While she had no idea what would happen if Murong Kunpeng went, even she—the original person involved—could do nothing about it, so what could Murong Kunpeng possibly achieve?