Chapter 57: The Return Home

Her mind, previously vacant and drifting with anxiety over Xuanyuan Yi and the others, steadied when she saw the concerned expressions of Yanuan and Dongqing. Sheng Mingzhu realized she ought not to dwell in such a state, and thus she offered a rare word of agreement.

Among them, in the pharmaceutical sector, they produced treatments for AIDS, cancer, and many other medical challenges considered insurmountable across the world.

From start to finish, Shiyi and Prince Anjie had exchanged very few words, maintaining an air of strange distance. It was unclear whether he was deliberately putting on the airs of a prince, or if Shiyi was still harboring a deep resentment.

At this moment, she had little mind to appreciate the surrounding scenery, keeping her gaze fixed with strict vigilance upon the cold abyss.

"Murong Sen, come to my house and take away Lan Xiangting, who is squatting here." Through the phone, Murong Sen could hear the sternness in Gu Zeyu's voice, laced with a hint of indignation.

"Why, do you care so much about winning and losing? If you lose this time, there is always the next. I believe that as long as you go back and work hard for three years, who could possibly defeat you then!" I advised, looking at Yang Mei's bitter smile.

Coral's exceptional performance awakened the deepest desires within Lu Chao's heart. He wondered: if Coral could mass-produce such secret weapons for them to conquer the world together, how many adversaries could possibly stand against them?

"As for how it will be done, you need not ask. I guarantee he will have no opportunity to utter a word detrimental to your gang," Wu Qianping promised.

With so many people watching, he found the situation quite unbearable. "Ding Caiqing, do you understand what you are saying right now?" The table cracked along the edge under Ding Yin's grip. It was crafted from the finest nanmu wood, yet it shattered under his grasp—a clear sign of the immense strength and raging fury behind it.

Aided by his masters and disciples, Li Guangbi advanced steadily westward and northward, pushing onward toward Leopard Eagle Mountain, which was guarded by the eighteen merciless fiends.

Because the practitioners' cultivation techniques and mental methods varied, a phenomenon of rejection would occur. Sometimes, if the spiritual core contained greater power than the plundering cultivator possessed, and the plunderer failed to suppress it, they would suffer the fate of exploding to pieces from within.

In an instant, Gu Luo felt his voice choke in his throat. His windpipe moved, yet no words could escape.

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"Let us go somewhere else to talk; this place is hardly suitable." With that, Zixiang proactively took on the heavy responsibility of carrying the items, which made Eunjung think the boy was rather decent. If only he were a bit older, he might have been suitable—what a pity.

Early the next morning, when Kailin awoke to find herself at home, she bolted straight up from the bed.

Although there was no one else around, and the system offered tempting prospects, Bu Qianhuai nevertheless began inspecting the system while getting dressed.

All around, goods were being cultivated and produced. Local villagers were busy manufacturing wares, and children wore weapons slung across their shoulders.

"As for how we will proceed, I shall first position my body toward the pipeline opening, and once I am fully submerged, I will extend my hand to signal that I am ready. After my hand goes in, you count silently to three and immediately press the start button. How does that sound?" Xu Mengkong outlined his plan.

When he closed his eyes, he discovered that, just like the setup of a Monopoly game, the entire game map was deeply imprinted in his mind, with the exact location of every game character clearly marked upon it.

The Thunder Rat Fiend King knew full well that his own soldiers were no match for the Golden Turtle Great Sage, so he did not pursue them further. Instead, he reported the news—that this mysterious person was none other than the Golden Turtle Great Sage—to the Tiger Rat Fiend King, leaving all decisions to him.

Shu'er took the bamboo hat and medicine chest from the newcomer and set them aside. This time, her master had entered the palace in the guise of a physician.

Indeed, born of resentment and embodying an evil entity, how could anyone possibly survive beneath the majestic imprint of the Immovable Wisdom King?

Yet one detail could not be brought out into the open. It was rumored that after the brilliant and mighty Divine Emperor used the large, soft bed sent as tribute by the Great Ming, by the following night, all his imperial concubines had voluntarily replaced their own beds with ones obtained from their respective family factions.

"Young Master Liang, I am here!" Teacher Song scurried over to Liang Xing like a fawning lapdog.

The decapitation saber flew back into his hand once more. Zhan Wushuang panted heavily, his footing unsteady as if he might collapse at any moment. Propping the demonic blade against the ground, he finally managed to steady his stance.

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"If you don't buy these, whose will you use when you stay here? The disposable toothbrushes at the hotel are terribly uncomfortable to brush with!" Zhang Jing said with a pout.

If you were to claim he understood nothing of love? Forgive him, for he did not believe in the god of love. Romance, in his eyes, was a complete and utter joke, and he firmly believed that time could erode any so-called affection.

Ling Tian looked ahead, discovering that there was neither heaven nor earth, neither above nor below within this space, as if it were a purplish-red chaotic realm stretching endlessly beyond the reach of sight.

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Tian was momentarily stunned before a smile broke across his face. For the Tyrant Fist was an exclusive technique within the Tyrant Art, usable only once one had reached the initial stage of martial cultivation.

When Feng Juechen entered, Mu Qingge had not yet woken up. He placed the bowl of chicken soup he was carrying onto the bedside table, then sat down to gaze upon the sleeping, docile, and gentle Mu Qingge. She looked nothing like the person who had earlier argued with him logically and fiercely. A faint smile touched the corner of Feng Juechen's lips as his fingers brushed lightly across her delicate brow.

"Then shall we just order a little bit of everything?" Yang Mei looked at the dizzying menu, somewhat at a loss as to where to begin.

After a period of combat, the corpses of spirit monkeys piled higher and higher upon the ground, leaving only about forty or fifty remaining atop the giant tree.

Zhao Ling'er had been so forward back then; even now, when alone with him, she remained unreserved. Especially after so many years as an old married couple, it was a pleasant thing to reminisce about the old days with Jiang Xiao.

Chartering a boat spared them from such troubles, as the boatman carried only these three passengers on each trip, though correspondingly, the cost of the journey increased significantly.