Chapter 51

Seeing this, Ye Zuisheng could not help feeling somewhat worried; under such circumstances, the more nervous one became, the easier it was to make mistakes.

The military doctor gave a bitter smile, cupped his fists in salute, and turned to leave. After a long while, he returned carrying a bowl of thin porridge that was pale white with a hint of yellowish hue.

By now, his primordial spirit had grown to a freakish and terrifying degree. Staring at these patterns, he fell into a complete trance, as if entering a state of sudden enlightenment.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out, grabbed her delicate, snow-white chin, and locked eyes with her.

Huh? With Tang Su? What the hell?! This couldn't possibly be a trap set by Xia Musheng! Cen Yutong was startled, wearing an expression quite different from just a moment ago.

By this time, Yu Xiaotian had already landed on the arena. After standing firmly at a distance, two figures—one black and one white—stood in opposition on the elevated platform.

Upon seeing Tang Guochang lead people inside, everyone craned their necks, eager to see just who this mysterious Ms. Mi, their ultimate leader, actually was.

If Lei Xiang merely thought of Yue Mengjun as a traitor, then given Lei Xiang's personality, he would never have grieved and ached for a betrayer to such a degree. Furthermore, what Lei Xiang did not realize was that the lingering attachment inadvertently revealed in his eyes had completely exposed him.

As for technology exchange, they had never even considered it. From Ning Feng's X1 large-scale robot, they had already mastered a multitude of high-performance technologies, and using these technologies to build themselves an even more advanced production line posed absolutely no problem.

Just moments before, when she was about to draw her saber, a loud crash rang out and the stone beside her actually flashed with fire. How could she possibly dare to move?

Dong Pi, however, was thinking to himself: Judging by Han Sui's actions, he is planning to rebel. But now the Shaodang and Poqiang tribes are fighting, and it probably won't be resolved anytime soon. No, I must return home immediately; perhaps the Yellow Turban Rebellion has already begun.

Cheers erupted all around, rising wave upon wave with a heaven-shaking momentum that attracted quite a few idle martial arts experts to come over and investigate.

Li Si, charging at the very front, was so frightened by Dong Pi's thunderous roar that his heart and soul felt as though they were being torn apart.

Originally, Luo Bei had already planned that once he broke through to the ninth level of the Delusion-Breaking Longevity Scripture, he would refine Yun Hezi's nascent soul and forge it into his own second nascent soul.

She knew her own body well; her original foundation was decent, but those two kicks she took from He Congli that year had somewhat damaged her constitution. Therefore, no matter how much she tried to nurse it back to health over the years, she never managed to gain weight. Although she had no particular ailments, her health was ultimately not as robust as before. Since the doctor had come, it would be good to take this opportunity to recuperate properly.

The outcome was already decided, so the preliminary causes no longer mattered. Of course, Shen Ning would not tell Zheng Shaoyi that in order to trace the places the Li family had visited, the Bureau of Streams had retrieved household registries from the Ministry of Revenue, casting a wide net like a fishing boat from Xianghe Street to Jixiang Lane, and then from Jixiang Lane to Beidao Lane, expending an immense amount of manpower and effort.

However, what surprised them so much was that this time the ancestor had actually made such a decision, refusing to allow even the slightest hint of opposition.

The Heavenly Dragon Divine Society? This organization was the first of its kind that anyone present had ever heard of, and they uniformly shook their heads at Lie Huo.

For a major sect, it stood to reason that it should not appear so dilapidated, lacking even a mountain-guarding formation. But in truth, this was indeed a major sect.

The two entered Wanjin Hall. Relying on Bao Rui's status, they easily gained access to the auction hall on the top floor. Since they arrived rather late, the auction had already begun, but the manager of Wanjin Hall still arranged a VIP seat for them.

However, that was not something Ilona needed to ponder right now; her mind currently held only a single phrase: "Time to slip away."

Exorcists also had certain methods for identifying Spirit Devourers—seemingly involving blood tests—which were more troublesome than Qi Hao's method of testing with the Nine-Sun True Qi, but looked much more scientific.

Ge Yuan picked up a pebble and drew another line next to the previous one, though this time it was a much longer line.

The sound of the rain grew louder, and slapping noises echoed from outside. Both the "Descendants of Zhurong" and the rebel army began setting up stoves to cook; that mortal yet wondrous fire was able to brave the wind and rain without extinguishing.

"Sir, trust you have been well since we last met." Jiang Anyi bowed deeply. Having not seen his revered teacher for several years, he was genuinely overjoyed to find him spirited and in even better health than before.

All three knew that although protected by sect magical treasures, they might not necessarily perish. Yet dancing in front of two grand cultivators was no different from playing fool at the edge of life and death, and they feared it might leave behind hard-to-repair hidden flaws. In that case, their chances of ascending to higher realms in the future would be completely cut off.

"Hehe, it won't hurt to tell you all. These people have all become nourishment for my Wood Divine Skill, and you will be the next batch!" Although Yun Chen spoke with a smile, the content of his words sent chills down people's spines.

Now Qing Tou was forcing him to sell his own son for a pittance! How could he not be angry? How could he not hate?

Hearing Jiang Qi's stern command, Zhang Fei and Tong Fei involuntarily halted their steps, not daring to advance another inch. They then turned around and looked somewhat timidly at their eldest brother. They might disobey anyone else's words, but they dared not defy Jiang Qi's—even the fearless Zhang Fei was no exception.

The reason Murong Chen could not summon any enthusiasm was precisely because of the strange looks this bunch of fellows kept casting his way.

Then Jiang Bo said to Jiang Biao and the others, " Relying on mere tongue is nothing; if you have the guts, let's meet at the drill ground!" With that, he pulled and dragged Jiang Feng off to the other side.

System prompt: Because your left arm was devoured by a dark soul, you have permanently lost the battle shield equipment slot.

Next came the divine ability of cleaving waves, every step falling precisely on the nodes of the saber Qi. Wherever he went, each step seemed effortless yet weighed as heavily as a mountain, stepping across the waves step by step. Gradually, the saber Qi subsided, cracks appeared in the domain of the saber, and with a wave of his hand, he unleashed a divine ability. This divine ability rebounded several times within the saber domain before finally dissolving into nothingness.

Su Xue had never seen Zhang Xin look so heartbroken; as he spoke, the profound hatred in his eyes was almost palpable.

Xia Yinuo helplessly glanced out the window at the rippling water of the swimming pool, then looked up to feel the ripples of the chilly breeze.

The second possibility was that the other party to the marriage alliance, the Tianhe Sect, proactively canceled the match. To achieve such an objective, the most crucial figure would still be Yuan Fang. This explained why Luo Shui would take the initiative to invite Yuan Fang to meet; what she held onto was likely the hope of swaying him and making him voluntarily give up.