40 Tofu Meatballs

The toxicity was unimaginably terrifying; wherever it touched the ground, the earth withered, instantly becoming lifeless and devoid of hope.

"Brother Bao, tell me, that son-of-a-bitch Mei Chaofeng, she wouldn't lie to us, would she? Is there really a place called the Qiao Family Courtyard where she said...?" Along the way, Pipilu was the one who talked the most.

Hong Jian pondered it over and over, ultimately feeling that if she wanted to find a better way, she would have to visit the major sects just as she had studied the Xianyun Sect, absorbing the strengths of each.

Zhang Ruochen’s Heart of Truth gave him an incredibly ominous feeling. In the void where nothing existed, a great danger lurked, as if he were being stared at by an abyss from which there was no escape.

Shen Hao’s sword strike was a horizontal slash, the blade first biting into a pillar to his right. Stone debris flew, the column shattered, and a massive gap was carved into the pillar, which had been thick enough for three men to encircle. The momentum of the giant Demon-Slaying Sword remained undiminished, continuing toward the figure in black.

Climbing out of Qingqing’s bed, Qingqing reluctantly saw him to the door. Compared to Qingjin, Qingqing was a siren in the bedroom—passionate, wanton, and bold; she was the bed partner every man dreamed of.

Shen Yuan’s body radiated a dazzling golden light, and endless dragon energy churned all around him.

"I know her too?" Hearing her say this, Director Qin hit the brakes in his mind and paused.

"Guji! Guji—" Five streams of acid shot toward him in two waves, upper and lower. Having just landed, he was not yet steady on his feet, and this attack blocked all escape routes—it was a sure-kill trap.

Deafening war cries erupted. Some of the fleeing refugees looked back, their faces turning deathly pale, and they fled forward even more desperately.

"Master..." Ding Feng, following behind, caught up to Master Nianwu in a few strides and tugged at the corner of his robe, calling out softly.

Yu Jiuge squeezed his hand fiercely, and the ghost in his palm instantly turned into smoke and drifted away. A look of surprise crossed his enchanting face.

The Qin family had for generations shouldered the responsibility of maintaining order in this secluded zone, meaning this central area fell under their jurisdiction.

"The Empress is fine for now, but once Prince Yan becomes the heir apparent, Consort Chen will definitely move against her. Even if she doesn't do it herself, she will set traps to drive the Empress out." Liyuan pulled her leg over and gently massaged it.

Yet it was horrifying; the corpse of the World God erupted with endless demonic energy, shrouding the entire firmament and instantly imprisoning five or six members of the imperial family in the sky. Only Leng Xingzhou, Yuan Yuqi, and Qi Qi managed to escape, while even the sect leader of the Changhong Heaven Gate met a tragic end.

In any case, the Sky God had been improved. Now, with a full load of magic crystals, it could drift in the sky for over a hundred days without needing a refill, thanks to the magic crystal charging array. However, food still relied on Qin Chuan’s innate abilities; after all, space was limited, and they couldn't cultivate crops on board.

This time, none of the statues reacted in time, and naturally, no one stepped in to cover for the blue-eyed statue.

Upon hearing this, Tang Lin finally understood. No wonder his grandfather had stayed with the Dragon Group after his injuries healed instead of returning to the Seven Kills Sect or seeking revenge on Luo Hai. If it hadn't been for his father calling to beg for help from "Number One" this time, his grandfather probably wouldn't have returned to the Seven Kills Sect at all.

Communicating via voice chat allowed them to appear at the most critical moments, and their coordination was virtually flawless. In high-level matches, this advantage often decided life or death.

Looking at the castle hovering on the edge of the light screen, everyone felt a sense of disgust; this thing was like a festering sore.

"We must be careful not to let them damage the car." Qin Qiuying also vaguely saw some figures flickering in the lights ahead.

How could Da Yin disagree? She nodded repeatedly in agreement and publicly announced that the Lu Wushuang incident was now closed, and neither clan would mention it again. She hosted a grand banquet to treat the two, claiming they would restore their former friendly relations.

The inn was built on the shore of the Qingfeng Marsh, so passing merchants called it the "Qingfeng Marsh Inn."

Beyond mere fame, there were substantial benefits. As the sovereign of the world, the Great Qin Dynasty was not stingy when it came to winning over celestial immortals. All kinds of resources were provided in full, and the True Spirit Clan benefited greatly as a result, enjoying a period of immense prosperity.

"Yang acts with a clear conscience toward heaven and no shame toward men. Why would I care what those pedantic scholars have to say?" His attitude was arrogant. Even though Yu Han had cited classics to make certain events that occurred after the Qin Dynasty very clear, Shang Yang still did not believe he had made any mistakes back then.

As a beast, Gun-Gun naturally possessed instincts sharper than any human. As for the mountain spirits and demons he spoke of, he wasn't afraid; in terms of seniority, he could proudly claim to be the ancestor of this place.

Master Dugu was perhaps thinking of the roasted meat and fine wine already laid out in the inn's courtyard, or perhaps the noise and playfulness of the onlookers made him lose the desire to continue hosting.

"Not enough! Of course it's not enough. I came here just to swipe a few energy cores to tinker with. Now that you've taken the starship, why should I still listen to your orders?" Since he still held the initiative, Yu Han wasn't afraid to let the other party know his true intentions for coming here.

When she returned after preparing a box, she found that Chu Nan had fainted. She was terrified again, but without the panic of the last time. She hurriedly stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest. Finding his heartbeat strong and steady, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That was the roar of the golden gale, the roar of Dragon Three. He was a Green Dragon who had attained the Dao; how could he possibly bow his proud head?

The fatty was very pleased with the skinny one's sycophancy and let out a satisfied laugh.

"But..." Luo Yan licked her lips, wanting to say something, but stopped. She didn't know how to apologize; a simple "I'm sorry" couldn't express the remorse in her heart.