Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Crimson Land

As for future vehicle requirements, the company can simply make purchases as needed; the current two cars are entirely sufficient. Because China is truly vast, whenever Li Yu attends any event, the organizers will dispatch a car for him. If attending an event within the magic city of Shanghai, a comfortable business vehicle like the GL8 is quite enough for his use.

"I see. In that case, how does Fellow Daoist Xueyan expect us to proceed?" asked another abrupt Great Grandmaster, a young man surnamed Xu by the name of Xu Changye, with a frown.

In truth, more than twenty years prior, Liu Jing had already successfully cultivated the Magneto-Divine Light to the realm of Great Accomplishment, and logically ascended to become a Deity Transformation stage cultivator.

Not long ago, the three of them had joined forces to besiege that silver-winged yaksha, yet in the end, they still allowed it to escape calmly right under their noses.

With the temporary meeting adjourned, Blight waited for Tesoro for a moment. Once Tesoro concluded his discussions with Queen Otohime, Blight escorted him back to the pre-arranged inn.

Zhang Qian's worries were not without reason, especially since this had manifested right inside Zhu Yusheng's breeding farm.

Just as she reached the door, without saying a word, and with me asking nothing in return, she suddenly dropped to her knees on the ground with a thump.

Mu Jianxin's original intention in following Li Ao was to see what kind of person this Ye Feng truly was, as the identity of the true Son of Destiny spoken of by that suddenly deceased old tortoise-shell diviner had not yet truly been settled.

Han Li was overwhelmingly excited, feeling that his luck was simply too extraordinary. The hope he had previously and despairingly abandoned had actually taken a miraculous turn for the better.

At this moment, she was merely shouldering her elder sister's heavy responsibilities, biting the bullet to do something she was not good at. Coupled with the pampering she received from her mother and others at home, her understanding of these worldly affairs and human sentiments remained superficial at best.

"Our strategy has worked. The Liu Manor has no medicinal herbs left to refine the Ten-Thousand-Year Evergreen Pills, and they have now begun selling them in limited quantities," Master Shen said with bitter resentment.

Before the crowd could arrive, a deafening crash echoed through the air as a halberd plummeted like a shooting star from the heavens, its entire body blazing with a pitch-black demonic light.

This sudden turn of events caused the smiling onlookers in the courtyard to instantly quiet down, plunging the entire space into absolute silence.

Hearing such words, Elder Zhao and the others felt their inner defenses utterly collapse. This meant total ruin with no way out whatsoever.

With only a single plate of pastries allotted to each mistress per day, if she did not resort to some clever methods, how could any of that food ever find its way into her hands?

When Salas arrived at the entrance of the Spirit Hall branch, a middle-aged uncle in his thirties or forties was standing at the door. Catching sight of Salas's arrival, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

At this instant, the flying sand and rolling stones all dropped to the ground, the raging gale abruptly ceased, and the thunderous roar subsided to a barely audible whisper.

In this day and age, most families lived rather unwealthy lives, and his was no exception; under normal circumstances, they would generally eat meat at most once a month.

What Bibi Dong did not know, however, was that the wine-red droplet suspended in the center of the crystal was actually a drop of blood from Bibi Mingxin's very heart—the primal source of the wine itself. She only knew that the pendant held a unique and profound significance for her.

Mofan grasped Gu Yue's hand once more and began to glide with her across the floor. To say he was leading wasn't entirely accurate, because while watching Mofan's performance earlier, Gu Yue had already learned most of the movements.

In other words, the efficiency of the Earth Fire Palace had little to do with Bai Tianxing. If there were genuine delays, the one who would be most anxious was Zhou Zheng.

And now, the ritual had reached its final stage; the bargaining chips had been cast, leaving them simply waiting for the demon's response.

In fact, if you carefully study the true meaning of the "feudal" system, you will discover that the eight hundred years experienced by the Zhou Dynasty constituted the only genuine "feudal" era in our country's history.

Bai Tianxing casually grabbed a fledgling eagle; these underage creatures posed virtually no threat at all.

Therefore, the Vermilion Bird Spirit was not acting out of any consideration for its status as a sect master, but purely out of fear that others might harbor lingering discomfort in their hearts afterward.

Yet now, ever since embarking upon the path of cultivation—perhaps due to the differing positions he held and the broader world he now touched—he naturally shed those adolescent sentiments of the past.

Even so, he never feared trouble. When the time came, whoever dared to reach out would simply provide an opportunity to let everyone witness his formidable power.

Luo Xinghai did not immediately agree, a flash of hesitation crossing his expression. For at that very moment, the figure of a young man surfaced in his mind—a youth he had encountered while wandering the southern frontiers.

Possessing over a dozen Golden Immortals, their foundation was naturally exceptionally solid; any single Golden Immortal who dared to barge in alone would meet the exact same end.

Meanwhile, because Zhao Hongzhong's previous actions at the western restaurant had deeply provoked the young master of the Ximen family, the utterly humiliated young master had now come to hold the entire Zhao family accountable, leaving everyone within the household paralyzed with anxiety.

This was also his very first time appearing before the public eye, an exception made solely because Old Ancestor Laoyue doted on him excessively, providing him with undivided, attentive tutelage until this moment of public debut.

If elite combat squads determined the trajectory of a war, then Tier 3 powerhouses determined the tilting of the scales toward victory or defeat.

"Very well, since that is the case, I shall teach you, my sister, a set of Swimming Dragon Bagua Palms that I used to practice. This set of forms is extremely graceful and well-suited for you to learn. As for whether it will have any effect after you master it, I cannot guarantee!" said Nate.

The blood dripping onto the ground resembled captivating, mesmerizing flowers blooming in the dead of night, instantly and greedily swallowed up by the thirsty earth. The crimson droplets slowly congealed into pairs, and upon the wound on the man's neck—where it had been grazed by a tree leaf—jagged tears appeared, resembling the savage bite marks of a beast, bizarre and gruesome.