Chapter 36

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With the Aoki Sage exerting his strength, an overwhelmingly powerful force burst forth. At once, the gleaming threads began snapping one after another, several breaking in succession.

She had been dazed even while bathing, and she did not know how much time had passed. The warm mist had left her head spinning.

Murong Xi’s eyes held emotions Yun Qiange could never quite decipher. Those dark eyes seemed like whirlpools; meeting their gaze for even a moment too long would draw a person in, making escape impossible.

She simply no longer lived at school during the nights. Every evening, the family driver would come to pick her up.

The United Arab Emirates’ winter vacation was truly brief. In the blink of an eye, the new term had begun. That day, I rose early and sat on the edge of the bed, my bare feet resting on the floor as I stared blankly ahead.

The Celestial Immortals and Jade Immortals of the Blood Slaughter Sect might have been extremely powerful, but beneath Xia Tian’s rapid, repeated strikes, the force behind every palm was astonishingly fierce.

How could he not be excited? He simply could not help but feel excited. Though he did not know how long he had been cultivating—once one began cultivating and entered meditation, the passage of time became impossible to sense—he had nevertheless managed to comprehend the formula for controlling the Sun God Palace. That was quite an achievement.

Between heaven and earth, fire spiritual energy was extraordinarily abundant, several times stronger than the other forms of spiritual energy. For the Fire Cloud Sect, this was indeed an excellent place.

The snow lingzhi grew upon the cliffs, hidden in an inconspicuous location, and could only be found once there was sufficient light. Thus, Ling Wushuang and Shang could only wait until dawn the next day before searching for it along the cliffs.

According to the agreement between the Prince of War and Xiang Xuehai, he would never set foot in Death Mountain again, and Xiang Xuehai would never leave it again. In other words, the Prince of War guaranteed that everyone who had entered Death Mountain would never reveal the secret of the former emperor’s tomb, nor disturb the former emperor. Xiang Xuehai, meanwhile, would withdraw from the martial world and devote herself to protecting the former emperor’s secret tomb.

This was the Purification and Fright-Expulsion Incantation. Anyone who possessed a Daoist magical lineage could master it with diligent practice, and it was one of the easiest incantations to learn. Not only could it use incense to guide souls that had been frightened out of the body back inside; if other filthy entities were occupying the body, they too could be driven out—as long as they were not exceptionally fierce.

The moment Zhou Zhong stepped out of the meeting room, the elevator doors opened, and Xu Fan emerged with a broad grin on his face.

Perhaps martial masters, martial venerables, and even martial kings did not pay much attention to the gap between realms. Yet the higher one climbed, the more apparent that gap became.

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The villagers were suddenly puzzled. When they had first taken over the work, they had clearly been told to dig ten meters deep. Why had they suddenly stopped?

This turn of events was entirely beyond everyone’s expectations. Scarlet Flame, Treasure, Daylight, Huang Xiaoxiao, and the others all stood there dumbfounded.

It happened to be the time when the system’s seeds refreshed. Li Yi immediately went to inspect them, eager to see what new seeds had appeared. In his view, they would be either rice or radishes.

One shout followed another, one sentence after another. Countless heavenly soldiers formed from the tribulation lightning screamed and jeered at Zhou Yun, sometimes threatening him and sometimes sneering coldly. Their sole objective was to shake his Dao heart. But Zhou Yun was no longer as restless as he had been when the Profound Yellow Great World shattered. By now, his mind had become far calmer and more composed.

“Tap, tap, tap, tap...” As I was lost in thought, the door outside the bathroom opened, followed by a faint noise.

Xia Shishi was still wearing her nurse’s uniform, like an angel in white, but the anxiety on her face made Wang Jing feel that something was wrong.

The news did not attract Li Yi’s attention. Anyone who actually went would be a complete idiot—how many dangers lay along the way? It would already be fortunate if even a few people survived to reach the city-level stage.

But Mu Chenhao had eyes only for Xia Qingkong. During this period, he had remained abstinent because Xia Qingkong had been injured. Now that her injuries had completely healed, naturally they had to enjoy some proper intimacy.

When Mo Yun heard Ling Feng’s words, she found them unfathomably profound. She widened her eyes, unable to think of anything to say for a moment.

Li Haiyang stood awkwardly in place, stamping his feet in agitation. He did not know why, but he felt unusually restless. Chen Xin’s tears seemed to strike directly at his heart, drop by drop.

After Xiao Qing gave him that retort, Wang Dadan was rendered speechless as well. Indeed, the man earlier seemed to have worked for the Military Statistics Bureau just as he did. He was certainly a spy—but in the eyes of others, what else could Wang Dadan possibly be?

He stood with his hands behind his back. Even standing beneath this vast sky and upon this broad earth, his imposing presence did not diminish in the slightest. His features were devilishly beautiful, bold and unrestrained.

“Luo Anning, from this day forward, you and I are sworn enemies!” Xia Yihan gritted her teeth and hissed from deep within her throat.

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Nan Jingyao’s wet hair dripped with water. Little of his body was wet, suggesting that he had just washed his hair. He had wrapped a bath towel around himself and walked out.

Luo Xinchen frowned as she looked down at Chengcheng. The child’s face was streaked with tears, yet there was still something in his brows and eyes that resembled Fu Shaoquan.

I went to the living room, where Li Ya was already seated. A large bag lay beside her, though no one knew what it contained; it looked heavy. She held a pistol in her hands and was wiping it, gazing at it as though it were her own child.

Looking at himself in that state, even with the thickness of his skin, he could not help but flush slightly.

Shan Danxia stared coldly at Murong Yun with unmistakable hostility. Murong Yun, however, merely smiled with gentle warmth, making it impossible to discern the deeper meaning hidden in her eyes.

This counted as an official assignment. Normally, she stayed in Tongchuan, and she was far too busy to find time to visit Harbor City again.

No wonder he was so pleased with himself. With results like those, he could already be considered an exceptionally skilled marksman in the army.

Deep in the mountains and ancient forests, all kinds of grass and plants covered the ground. The earth was littered with the corpses of dead animals and various fungi. Instead of smelling fresh, the air carried an intensely foul odor.

He sent out so many lingering thoughts in a single breath. Surely one of them would be able to save Bai Jin?

At the instant Blood Ji was sent flying backward, Zhan Wushuang’s eyes shot open. It was like an ancient beast breaking free from its chains, or a volcano dormant for ten thousand years erupting with apocalyptic energy. A blood-soaked aura, vast as a raging storm, surged outward from him in every direction.

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