Chapter 51

"Mother-in-law, Lanlan only cultivated her tribulation pill a year ago and stepped into the path of cultivation. Now is the ideal time for her training, and I truly hope you will guide her closely and step up your supervision," Li Yunchen said.

"Wait! When he turned his face just now, I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before!" A player suddenly fell into deep contemplation.

Even more breathtaking scenes unfolded as celestial music drifted in the air, and countless divine palaces and temples emerged, adorned with carved beams, painted scrolls, flying eaves, cascading waterfalls, and rainbows bridging across the waves.

"I doubt the territory of the beast clan lies in this direction," Li Yunchen sneered inwardly. He knew the other's true purpose all too well; the only thing that could prompt her to tail him all the way was the Demonic Bell.

Wu Yong pressed forward. Ling Xiao had already given him the key and the method to open the passage, which was currently blocked by earth-element power, requiring a special procedure. A heavy responsibility rested on his shoulders, as everyone's hope of escaping lay with him.

For too long, peace had reigned between the righteous and demonic factions in the Divine Prefecture. Now, the demonic path suddenly made frequent moves, catching the Ten Sects of the Xuan Gate completely off guard without prior intelligence.

Back in his room, Lin Tianxuan locked the door behind him. Now that he was a designated inner sect disciple of the Feathering Sect, he had little fear of the Second Elder stirring up trouble; the majesty of the Feathering Sect was not something anyone could casually challenge.

Following several shrill and miserable screams, three of the Wu family's experts in the Heaven-Illuminating Realm perished on the spot one after another, their bodies mutilated. One of them was split right down the middle from head to crotch by a giant axe, internal organs spilling all over the ground.

At this critical juncture, Xiao Nuo's Void-Shattering technique turned out smoother and fuller than ever before. Although lacking the world-destroying, formidable momentum of the Haoran Ninth Technique "Samsara," it still stood as one of Xiao Nuo's most powerful offensive ultimate moves.

Ning Qingjun's complexion turned slightly pale, and her body swayed a little, yet she ultimately looked at Shao Heng's retreating figure without a word, biting her lower lip hard as she followed him.

Xu Zifeng stopped abruptly halfway. For some reason, the moment he halted, the entire hospital ward fell instantly silent, and all he could hear was the low sobbing of Sao Zhu.

Xibai shook her head and was about to speak when the man's expression suddenly changed, his eyes growing dark and gloomy as he looked at her.

"Friends, please pardon my boldness as an old man from out of town; you don't look like locals of Dongdao County, so I must ask, what do you plan to do with the purchase of so many shops?" Old Gao's tone was laced with caution.

Chu Yun's body trembled so violently that her groans of pain were alarming to hear. Fearing the puncture needle might injure her, the chief surgeon hastily withdrew it and called over the anesthesiologist who had remained inside the operating room.

Hearing the doll's words, Xing Zhuoxing forcefully swallowed back the curses on the tip of his tongue, then widened his eyes in disbelief, staring straight at Xu Zifeng.

If Suhao were to head straight to the Ximen clan like this, Ximen Hou, the head of the Ximen clan who did not know Suhao, would certainly not let him off. Therefore, the royal ancestor immediately ordered his subordinates to call Suhao back. Suhao felt quite perplexed, wondering if the royal ancestor had changed his mind and no longer wanted him to go to the Ximen clan.

Seeing that Shu Ning looked exhausted, Mu Pingting found it inappropriate to say more. She pulled the door shut and stepped outside first, though she did not leave, instead sitting down on a chair right outside the hospital ward to keep watch.

Having been through what I did back then, I no longer cared whom I married or whose wife I became. The pain of that period made me utterly unwilling to return to City C.

Luo Fei wised up by evening. She got onto the bed a step ahead of him, sprawled out to occupy the silk quilt, and pretended to be fast asleep, refusing to budge no matter how he pushed her.

War should be a matter of trickery and deceit, of mutual deception aimed at ultimate victory by any means necessary. Take the successive wars in Chinese history, for instance—which one was not brimming with stratagems and unfathomable calculations? Commanders would claim an army of a hundred thousand when they had ten, creating magnificent spectacles discussed by posterity for a millennium.

"To fuse the merit and mindful power of the Buddhist Sect into one—aren't you afraid that this poor Taoist will scatter it into nothingness with a single sword strike?" Huorong flourished the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand, pointing it from afar at Zhunti.

The arriving commander surveyed the surrounding environment. Night was falling, and a small bomb shelter stood nearby. He instructed the mess cook to push further ahead and extended a warm invitation to everyone.

Phil was not Popovich; he generally agreed to whatever the players said. Kobe, having little desire to score today, was quite eager to witness Sun Zhuo's performance because he found Sun Zhuo seemingly stronger than in the previous two games. Moreover, since O'Neill rarely made requests of Kobe, the latter nodded in agreement.

Guobao appeared behind him, driving the Blood Nether Holy Blade directly into his shoulder rather than his upper back to avoid piercing straight through his heart and killing him instantly. By sparing his fatal spots, the obvious intent was to use him as bait.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of a Xiao flute joined in, winding and lingering. The flutist was slender and graceful, as vibrant as peach blossoms, dressed in fluttering white robes and leaning against the window. Framed by the lush green branches outside the window, she looked like an immortal descending to earth—none other than the premier courtesan Li Shishi.

This time, capturing Lianyun Fortress brought Wang Shen a tremendous fortune. It was a joke to think otherwise; Chief Zhong's rebel army had once swept across half of Hunan, concentrating half the province's wealth right here, so there was bound to be an abundance of riches.

An aged yet majestic voice rang out as the door was pushed open. President Zakray, head of the Tribunal, walked in, followed by dozens of fully armed soldiers.