Chapter 41: Night

However, absorbing it is extremely difficult. It is called spiritual energy because it is fundamentally different from domain force. There is currently no cultivation technique on the continent that can absorb this energy directly; it can only be absorbed after being converted through special secret techniques.

The anime convention center is exceptionally large, and most people who come here to play do so with friends. They are all animation fans who, upon arriving with companions, change into the costumes of their favorite characters and reenact plot storylines. Frolicking and playfully fighting here is entirely normal, though it is all just playful combat.

"Wuwuwu..." The wailing sound remained just a wailing sound, yet Qin Feng actually managed to discern endless agony within it, as if these skeletons were enduring boundless torment at that very moment.

"Since all matters have already been discussed, our communication devices are no longer of any use," Guan Gong said, pulling out a satellite phone.

The female cooks and odd-job workers were all newly recruited by Gao Dejin. Their backgrounds were those of refugees, provided with food, lodging, and a monthly wage of twenty silver coins.

These Japanese pirates indeed possessed extraordinary martial prowess, and their long sabers were exceptionally formidable, instantly cutting down quite a few people.

Perhaps the leaders of the Longhe Empire thought the same way as well, which was why they fought so desperately. Had the massive main army of the Black Dragon Empire arrived, outnumbering the total population of the empire itself, they would likely have surrendered in despair long ago.

"Indeed, all the other wine turned into foul water, but this fruit wine remains completely unchanged," remarked Adventurer B.

"Pay her no mind; she simply can't bear to see anyone else steal her spotlight." Greian had no other hobbies to speak of; she especially relished watching Ye Zi suffer all manner of setbacks. The more miserable it was, the more gratifying Greian found it.

Huang Yuan finally understood why so many young scions enjoyed seeking out aspiring young models; this was simply too impossible to resist.

The bedchamber arranged by Qin An for Qin Yang was quite spacious and filled with numerous items. Bai Mudan expended a great deal of effort before getting everything neatly organized.

Helplessly wiping away the tears streaming down Bai Zhi's cheeks, Mosuo sighed and placed another gentle kiss upon her forehead.

Through a fortuitous coincidence, the old turtle had arrived at the puppet castle—which actually bore another name ten thousand years ago, though it no longer mattered and was never mentioned again. Overwhelmed by profound boredom, he had joined the palace guard unit.

The hospital Hou Shihhan went to happened to be the Anhai City People's Hospital, and Xi Lun was right there. Xiao Lin contacted Xi Lun at the very first moment.

Previously, Tang Yaonan's unwavering trust in the Nine Li Temple had already aroused Lin Yun's suspicions. He refused to believe that Tang Yaonan was unaware of the relationship between him and Tang Yuying.

He had always disliked owing favors to others; whenever he incurred one, he would invariably repay it, and not even Hao Ming would be an exception to this rule.

She looked up at the surrounding crowd, hoping someone would step forward to help her. In reality, the moment her gaze swept across them, everyone tacitly averted their eyes, as if by mutual agreement.

Zhou Qingqing looked at the man before her with a ridiculous expression, wondering where on earth he had found the audacity to come running up to her and utter such words.

Upon seeing Raphael and the others make their move, Qin Yang drew the Canhong Sword, his body cloaked in a layer of purple mist as he calmly dealt with their collective attacks.

Jiang Youdao had eyes only for the Dharma Soul Avatar and Chu Tian, pursuing them with frantic zeal to the extent that the elders of all the other clans had long since fled for their lives.

"Are you undecided, or simply unwilling to think about it? Stop trying to fool me; I will arrange this matter properly," Gu Junze sighed, having long anticipated that Yu Li would say such things.

Lin Zhouzhou was also sobbing softly. When her gaze collided with Chen Tianwei's, she hurriedly looked away. She was filled with regret now, wishing she had never trusted Ye Moxixi's inane idea. If anything untoward were to happen to Young Master Han, what would become of her?

"Perhaps you'd like to take a look at the albums of Sun Yaonan, Nana, and Gao Lin instead?" the chief store clerk hurriedly solicited business.

That was why she could speak with such composure to his mother, telling her that theirs was merely a working relationship, and assuring her that what she worried about would not transpire. What was his mother worried about, anyway? Was it not simply the fear that she might want to marry him?

However, the battle was already over, and Fang Dajiang was not someone bloodthirsty by nature. If the enemy surrendered, he would not make things difficult for them; they would be handled just like the previous captives—put to work as laborers.

Her hair was dyed a peach-pink hue, and under the delusion that it looked exceptionally striking, she kept fussing with her locks from time to time.

Lin Mu glanced over stealthily. What was written consisted of pinyin phonetic letters. Although they had only just begun learning shortly ago, both of them were writing with commendable form. Splendid, this kid was going to amount to something when he grew up.

"I designed it, so it's definitely suitable. Just take a look, you don't need to try it on," Gu Xi said, arching an eyebrow before dropping those words and returning to her workbench.

What should have been a surefire hit—a five-star player suppressing an unranked Peng Cheng—was turning into a complete steamroller of a mismatch.

"Chief, actually their original intention was for me to hack through brambles and thorns and forge bravely ahead, which is why they gave me the name 'Pi' [meaning to cleave or split]."

Gu Wei stood in front of Liang Xin'er, exchanging blows with several figures. Being a puppet, his spiritual energy could not be utilized to its maximum potential, and failing to cope with their overwhelming numbers, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

The master and servant slept exceptionally soundly that night. After all, having endured the hardships of travel for so many days, they were finally settled now, and with the tension in their hearts melting away, they naturally slept in peace.

She often took tutoring lessons at her teacher's home yet remained entirely unaware of it, even resorting to self-doubt and denial, let alone anyone else.

Such lucky individuals who accidentally acquired treasures or cultivation techniques truly existed within the pugilist world, and the young Daoist priest before them happened to possess spiritual roots, thus stumbling onto the path of cultivation through his own exploration.

After pondering for merely a few breaths, he had already prepared a multitude of arguments to persuade the Emperor.

"If we block them with all our might, we should be able to detain them for a little longer and buy time for their escape," Fang Buwen replied.

The physician said with a solemn expression, though one shouldn't indulge in pipe dreams about legendary items; whichever of these two supernatural abilities she chose, she would not be at a disadvantage.