28 Zhao Yingmei (1)

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Conversely, I do not need to operate my shop in the most bustling districts like other merchants, nor do I need to purchase property based on the location of the shop.

A wandering Great Emperor might act on a momentary impulse, but for an Emperor of a major power, every word and deed can affect countless lives. They cannot be capricious, nor do they dare to be.

Later, after the ten sages were executed, when they attempted to strike again, a warning of imperial might stopped them. A mysterious Emperor issued a decree forbidding the Human Emperor from participating in the struggles of the mortal world.

"Brother Chen, save me!" the sidekick shouted in terror as those fingers, gripping him like sharp blades, pierced into his flesh.

After beating Tai Er for a minute or two with a steel rod, he was reduced to a pulp, lying on the ground covered in wounds, groaning and curled up, unable to move.

Setting aside the situation on Sulan Island, elsewhere, after Lin Yue encountered the Heavenly Venerate Xuan Yu, he was suddenly swept away by a mysterious formation and transported to a mountain ravine. Looking around, he saw no vegetation, only a landscape covered in jade.

Under the gaze of many, Lin Xue'er took a light step, floating into the formation like a snow lotus. In the blink of an eye, her face flushed crimson, and her white dress fluttered in the wind.

Tang Ming learned much from Gong Yan. The Demon Puppet Territory of the Puppet Wood Empire and the Wood Puppet Forest were both adept at cultivating materials.

While other imperial lands had yet to conquer the Divine Land, and factions from other worlds were in the same position, the Jiang Clan had managed to seize several territories.

Dao Yunqing felt a jolt in his heart. Had his junior sister fallen into a demonic obsession? No, her mind was clear, yet there was an uncontrollable fire that needed to be vented. In this state, even if she were conscious, she would have to follow her impulses and vent before anything else.

However, the cultivators had not recovered from the earth-shattering duel for a long time, leaving them uninterested in the subsequent matches, with only sparse applause following.

To avoid being discovered, the two had held their breath and remained still since hiding in the council hall, not daring to peek outside.

The moment the sword was drawn, the white-robed figure vanished—truly vanished. To Qi Pingchuan and Pei Yu, they only saw a sword flash like a bolt of lightning, and the next moment, countless swords appeared in the Zheliu Pavilion.

The two instinctively closed their eyes and raised their hands to shield themselves from the glare. Squinting toward the source of the light, they saw a military vehicle speeding toward their stronghold.

The group ordered a few bowls of tea and took shelter from the heat under a large tree, watching the tourists pass by in a hurried, bustling manner.

"What happened? Why such panic?" a staff officer beside Yasuji Okamura immediately demanded in a loud voice.

However, if their memory served them correctly, hadn't the Flowing Azure Sword Lord been stripped of his cultivation after his Golden Core was shattered by Qing Mian several years ago?

"In that case, I shall take the liberty of informing Sect Leader Jun of what the sects desire," True Lord Yao Si said, getting straight to the point.

Bai Xuan nodded, then led his disciples to follow Wan Rong and Wu Lianzhi toward the Wu Water Ravine.

"Haha, Brother Zhao, you misunderstand. That time I was accompanying a Nascent Soul cultivator from my clan. It was only under his protection that I could enter and exit safely, so I do not know the method."

Pepe and Pirlo were not in the same league; Pepe lacked the organizational talent for a defensive midfielder. Yet, there was one thing Pirlo could not match: Pepe's toughness and aggression. In the midfield skirmishes, he was never at a disadvantage, and his ferocity even made the opponents wary.

"Don't you have soul cultivation at the Earth Realm intermediate level? Is that Ghost Emperor also a soul cultivator with cultivation not inferior to yours?" Qin Mengling pressed. Throughout their journey, Xu Hong’s status in her heart had steadily risen, and she found it hard to believe the Ghost Emperor could have escaped him.

"It means that Master himself wished to enter such a state of deep slumber and did not want to wake up. The only explanation for this is that he had already fallen into a despairing sleep while still in Space No. 1081!" Xu Hong explained in plain language to Li Tong and Qin Mengling.

In the place where countless steel bolts had rained down, a heavy clanging sound suddenly erupted. At first, everyone thought it was the sound of bolts colliding, but after half a breath, the truth became clear.

Seeing this, Tading’s eyes narrowed. Recognizing the familiar magical power, he couldn't help but recall something. However, time did not permit him to dwell on it, and he hurriedly countered the incoming surge of power with a surge of earth-attribute energy.

"Of course. I have so much work to do every day; if I didn't know how to enjoy myself, wouldn't that be unfair to myself?" Shi Zichen said with a charming smile.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang held Ling'er with one arm and turned back to see Mo Yun rushing toward them, covered in blood and gore, with astonishing speed.

Despite all their calculations, they had not anticipated that the Imperial Preceptor would be with Nangong Xiao. Upon returning to the Huang family's courtyard, the sisters let go of Song Lianxin, who immediately covered her face and crouched on the ground, sobbing bitterly.

The words fell upon her ears, leaving her stunned. It was as if a wave of ice had struck her head-on. Her lips moved, but she could not speak.

Fortunately, it was nothing serious. Cao Liangse awoke in the middle of the night. Seeing Ye Lusheng sleeping by her bedside, she smiled faintly and reached out to wake him.

It was because they constantly violated the immortal laws and disciplines, their demonic nature hard to change, leading to tragic ends. They forgot the secret decrees or the holy missions they carried, resulting in massacres that incited the wrath of both gods and men.

The middle-aged man shrieked and threw another punch. Li Tianqi dodged, delivered a spinning kick to the man's stomach, and the man immediately clutched his abdomen, rolling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Hoo..." A hand-blade slashed out, tearing a hole in the void. The rift expanded like the maw of a giant beast, as if intending to swallow Tang Zhan's entire body.

Nearby, Xue Xun, supported by his wife, also rose from his bed, and the two bowed to Lin Tiancheng to express their gratitude.

After returning to her quarters, she checked the mechanisms and magical barriers under the round table. Finding no signs of forced entry, she rested in peace.

"That is good... It is all my fault for being reckless and causing Third Uncle to be injured," Ye Luhuan said with a trace of guilt.

After enduring ten thousand kalpas and presiding over the Heavenly Dao, he experienced a total of 129,600 kalpas before finally ascending to the throne of the "Supreme Jade Emperor, Bearer of the Heavenly Seal and Regulator of the Eons."