Chapter 36

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Feng Sheng leaned closer to Luo Yangyang, pressing his forehead affectionately against hers as he gazed at her with deep tenderness.

When she woke, she reached for her phone unconsciously and saw that Li Yizhen had sent her a great many messages.

The pills here were all divine-grade. Most restored divine power, while only a few aided cultivation. As for pills that could help one break through to a higher realm, there were none at all.

Shen Manxi had not yet finished speaking when the phone beside her ear was snatched away by Kong Shuhang.

At the Li family inn, Lin Yi watched the scene through a water-mirror spell. The Drunken Daoist and Sword Immortal had not appeared, so he would simply continue lying in wait.

Cold sweat rolled down Ye Jingxuan’s forehead. He instinctively raised his head and wiped it away, forcing out a few words through clenched teeth.

Every time Su Kui offered him medicine, he refused to take it. She had intended to proceed gradually, never expecting him to simply throw all of it into the trash.

Ling Wuyi felt as though something had crawled up her waist. When she looked down, she saw that it was a white, fluffy fox tail.

“It’s not quite like that. After all, you’re my backer now. If you die, wouldn’t I become a widow?” Yun Muxue said with a giggle.

In the past, Yun Muxue would certainly have felt sweetly delighted. But now, she simply could not bring herself to be happy.

“In the imperial court, several of the princes are constantly fighting among themselves, each wishing they could tear the others apart. But the external threats facing us now are beyond their ability to deal with. Great Wei can no longer afford such internal strife.”

The next moment, the black-robed man appeared bizarrely behind Dong Tiancheng and struck out with one palm.

At that instant, he burned his vital blood and spirit, gathering once more the vital force of three thousand elite soldiers. He felt an unparalleled surge of power.

On the night Zhao Mo returned from the meeting, the school sent him more than a hundred student profiles to choose from.

Shen Yunyao curled her lips and pointed innocently at the venison in her mouth. Look at my mother! One moment she tells me to keep quiet, and the next she tells me to speak?

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“If he has merely reached the peak of the Third Realm, that would be one thing. But if he has attained the Fourth Realm, he will be extremely difficult to kill.”

At that moment, the other woman’s beautiful eyes were filled with concern, and she was completely unaware that her current posture was exceptionally intimate.

His physique was astonishingly powerful, practically demonic in its strength, yet Yue Lianxi had defeated him with a single move. It was utterly unbelievable.

In this era, all these things had already appeared, so procuring them was not difficult.

Little did anyone know that the old man was none other than the renowned master thief Zhou Budong. Very few people, however, knew his true identity.

In an instant, a semicircular space half a foot across opened up around the person who had spoken. The people in front naturally wanted to move even farther away, but the place was too crowded. Even that half-foot of space was the absolute limit. The man glanced left and right, his face turning redder than a monkey’s backside. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

The battle had continued for half an hour. On the two battlefields—the War Mother Nest and the insect tide—the opposing sides had more or less reached a state of equilibrium. Through their brutal and bloody clashes, both sides had worked out reasonable countermeasures, dragging the battle into a mindless and absurd war of attrition.

If I want everyone to pull themselves together, I must first pull myself together, steady my emotions, and clearly understand the situation before me.

“I haven’t practiced the zither in too long, so my fingers have grown rusty. Once I find the time to practice, I’ll perform for you.” From Yuchi Hong’s tone, Qiao Yan knew that he was a master.

This was also the intended distinction. Generally speaking, when someone from another family seized the empire, they changed the era name immediately, making that year the first year of the new era. When the throne passed within the same family, however, the new era name would begin the following year.

The task of presiding over the soul formation had been taken by the Nether Ghost this time. The Skeleton King could only lean on his greatsword, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Of course, someone had to notice it first; to outsiders, the Skeleton King merely appeared to be standing solemnly, his face expressionless.

Satas the Wind Rider was the strongest among the Saint-tier mages of the Mage Guild, as well as the personal disciple of the legendary mage Glim, the Apostle of Wind.

This was especially true when they faced martial arts masters. They had to cooperate with all their strength, or they would have no hope of survival.

After that, he naturally drifted farther and farther down the wrong path. By the time he wanted to turn back, it was already impossible. What infuriated him most was that this cultivation technique possessed a tremendous flaw. He therefore searched everywhere for a solution, collecting techniques from every sect in hopes of compensating for it, but nothing worked.

In the old world, “a veteran of a hundred battles” was merely a figure of speech. Even an old soldier who had taken part in both world wars had participated in only a limited number of battles. As for anyone who had truly fought in more than a hundred engagements, the odds of such a participant surviving were probably no better than those of someone winning a multibillion-dollar lottery.

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He had asked his father to attend Li Lufei’s class at the business school in order to prove that Li Lufei was an ambitious and promising young man. What he had not expected was for his father to learn about Nie Yukun.

“It hurts…” Duan Keqing murmured weakly. Her vacant gaze fell upon her own body before shifting to Luo Guanqing’s face, while her frail frame trembled uncontrollably. Seeing this, Luo Guanqing’s brows drew together and twitched. He rose, lifted her into his arms, and vanished with her into the depths of the Mist Corridor, leaving only Wu Yixun sitting there in a daze.

“Don’t worry. I won’t lay a hand on you. Whatever happens, I’ll bear the responsibility. Get out,” Xiru said unhappily.

He was beginning to suspect that Chi Qiao had been using him all along. After all, he had seen through the situation long ago.

“Prince Yun, do you not even recognize the latrine?” Yuzhi asked, now utterly bewildered.

Luo Chenyang felt somewhat annoyed. He raised a hand to cover his cheek and found that it really did hurt. No one in this life had ever dared to hit him—except Gu Yanf ei.

She poured the demon-repelling spray into the water of the Soul-Nurturing Pool. It seemed to trigger a chemical reaction, and the entire pool lit up. After absorbing the energy from the demon-repelling spray, those golden motes of light indeed began to change. Instead of floating in place as they had before, they transformed into thin threads that bound the remnant soul.

“The child… is gone?” Tong Ruo looked at Leng Shaochen, her gaze growing increasingly cold. The tenderness and affection that had once filled her eyes seemed to have vanished like smoke. All that remained was a dead silence, as though life itself had left her.

Even so, he had continued paying attention. That there had not been so much as a whisper this time was truly unexpected.

He had been lured here by Shang Yasi. More precisely, she had tricked him into going to City B under a false pretext, but he had seen through her deception. Yet he could not withstand her pleas to stay and had reluctantly followed her to City C. Afterward, he even sent Chu Lan back to City A to continue managing Tea Fragrance.

“With Zhikong’s meager intelligence, it is utterly unqualified to become my disciple. The reason I accepted it as a disciple was simply that I intended to use it as a vessel for cultivating the power of rage.”

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