Volume 1, Chapter 43: I Saved Myself

When Yang Guohua saw certain media and newspaper reviews claiming that the prescription given by the Hua Government was fake, he sneered with utter disdain. He believed it was utterly impossible to manufacture Longevity Pills using technological equipment.
In the end, he had to resort to a secret technique, blood-sacrificing his own physical body, just to elevate the strength of his soul to meet the requirements for soul possession.

"Really? Did Dad actually say that?" Ye Wudao looked at Han Yun with an innocent and perplexed gaze.

"You know the great hero Yang Tian? The legendary 'King of Tomb Raiders', Yang Tian?" I suppressed the surging excitement within my heart. The legends circulating in the pugilistic world regarding the eldest brother were all overwhelmingly mystical and generalized; I was hoping to obtain more detailed information.

Seeing that he had nothing pressing to do anyway, and coupled with his long-standing admiration for Dahongpao tea, Liu Xiaoyu agreed to the request. He followed the shopkeeper past rows of potted flowers and bonsai toward the back of the shop. After passing through a short, pitch-black corridor, they arrived at a room clearly meant for resting.

Many people felt somewhat uneasy: were these things safe to eat? Through scientific testing and analysis, we can responsibly tell everyone: rice bred through space mutation remains rice, and bell peppers remain bell peppers. There is no introduction or integration of foreign biological genes, and the species have not undergone any fundamental changes.

Getting into bed, he slipped beneath the quilt which, though carrying a warm fragrance, exuded a gentle scent that significantly dispelled the strong smell of hospital disinfectant.

Yang Guohua was not among them, because Hua Yi's shares were not registered under his name, but rather under the name of an overseas Chinese residing abroad.

Furthermore, even if the opportunity truly presented itself, these Moon Elves should be thoroughly exterminated from this world.

"Then I shall respectfully accept your kindness," Xia Yinhuan said as she closed the box and handed it to Liuli. She was all the more unable to guess the purpose of the Consort's visit; given the Consort's temperament, it was entirely impossible that she had come with the intention of letting bygones be bygones.

Not long after Lan Yu left, Chun'er returned. Upon returning to my side, Chun'er snuggled close to me. She looked to be in very good spirits, and it was clear she was very happy spending time with Yuan'er. Seeing her like this, my heart was filled with joy as well.

Shao Zhen felt aggrieved, feeling that he could never quite time his expressions of concern properly—he was such a failure. In truth, seeing Qi Yu brooding in sullen anger and fearing that he might harm his health, he had simply wanted to ease the atmosphere, only to have his well-intentioned efforts backfire once again.

The flying sword was actually sword qi condensed at the fingertips. This method of using qi in place of a physical sword was something most swordsmen could master, but it was merely a temporary measure in a swordless state. Although the condensed sword qi was sharp, it ultimately lacked resilience. When clashing head-on against actual weapons, it frequently ran the risk of dissipating, inevitably placing the user at a disadvantage.

"Didn't the former patriarch of the He family say that if circumstances turned critical, we should open this box and take a look? Things have reached this state, why don't we open it and see what is actually inside? Perhaps the contents of the box can help us leave this place," said Qing Qiuyu.

Hu Yang still could not find peace even in her sleep; her brows were tightly furrowed, and occasionally she would emit a mournful, distressed moan, her entire appearance looking deeply troubled.

Yinhuan rose gracefully, the dark tresses behind her cascading down her back like a waterfall as she suddenly stood up. Catching the sunlight streaming through the window, her figure was cast in a faint, luminous halo, and as Xiao Ge gazed inward, he felt as though Yinhuan was bathed in a gentle, warm light.

Hua Xiyan did not look at them, walking directly toward the dilapidated wooden door, pushing it open, and stepping inside.

Hua Xiyan remained completely composed, turning a deaf ear to their conversation and paying no heed to Sun Muyang's scrutinizing gaze.

"Hah..." With a sweep of his hand blade, a tear was ripped across the void. The fissure expanded like the gaping maw of a giant beast, seemingly intent on swallowing Tang Zhan's entire body whole.

These demonic beasts had already fallen into a state of frenzy; immersed in slaughter and craving bloodshed, they were completely beyond control.

As the saying goes: The divine golden bell is buried deep in the silt, while mortals merely treat it as a common stone; yet the moment the bell is suddenly hoisted aloft, the entire universe within and without is filled with awe and shock.

With a resounding "boom" of compressed air, a shockwave rippled outward from the point where the sword and palm met. The violent gale made Liu Changfeng's facial skin quiver slightly, and immediately afterward, the sharp sound of cutting bone rang out. Two severed fingers flew into the air as blood sprayed wildly.

One hundred and forty-two skeletal soldiers stood in neat formation. As long as Lin Ge gave no orders and no enemies appeared, they would remain standing there indefinitely until the end of their existence.

However, the three generals were still struggling desperately to break free, and Qin Guang dared not act rashly, nor could he afford the slightest bit of negligence.

The Yellow Emperor had no choice but to deploy personnel accordingly. They wove nets out of bamboo bark, filled them densely with stones, and used them to plug the breach.

She was powerful, already standing among the stronger ranks of demigods, yet compared to Lillian, she still fell quite short.

Suddenly, it transformed into a gigantic green snake the thickness of a bowl, shooting forward like an arrow released from a string, heading straight for the elephant monster's nostril.

Of course, anyone familiar with ancient Chinese history knows that the history of human development is exceedingly long.

Zheng Yue was driven back a full ten zhang, and with a "pu!", a mouthful of blood spewed from his lips. This single punch had severely injured his internal organs.

Liu Wanzheng stopped talking and walked forward, only to find that Xu Jie was struggling to keep pace. He had no choice but to lower the carrying pole to the ground and wait for her to catch up.

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingnian shot Ming Yin a fierce glare, then reached out and pinched him hard on the waist. Ming Yin bared his teeth in agony, yet he didn't dare to put up any resistance.

Li Ping'an did not belong to the world Ji Qingnian came from, so naturally he had no idea what appendicitis was, nor what kind of technique surgery was. However, upon hearing Ji Qingnian's confident words, the stone in his heart finally dropped, and he couldn't help letting out a long sigh of relief.