40 The King of Curses (I)

Originally, the True Martial Jade Tablet was meant to be passed down to her; now, as a successor to True Martial Mountain, she found her position lacking both legitimacy and standing. Meanwhile, Ye Yuhan grew increasingly curious about the true identity of this Dean. He smiled at Lin Yun and the others before turning to leave, followed by the scattered disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Both inside and outside the school, many were still waiting for them to break up, hoping to seize the opportunity to step in.

At this moment, even the highly experienced referee was stunned. He did not know whether he should intervene in such a clash; both sides were using Soul Fusion Skills, and without letting them collide head-on, how could a winner be determined? A single explosion, even if it only blew up a crow, would be enough to terrify the opponent and shatter their morale. Metamorphmagi, on the other hand, could shift into various forms, but that was an innate ability, much like being a natural Legilimens.

Zhou Anran breathed a deep sigh of relief in her heart, stepped into the office, and curled her fingertips against the hem of her school trousers. "It’s so good that everything is free," Mu Xing couldn't help but exclaim. Although she had plenty of money, why pass up a chance for a free meal when it was offered? He kissed her lips a few times, his tongue brushing against the seam of her mouth. Afraid of startling her, he paused; he didn't push through in the end and pulled away once more.

That was why, before entering, Feng Qingyang had sent a telepathic message that was nothing short of a plea. For the patriarch of the most powerful force on the continent—a pinnacle figure ruling the Northeast Region—to speak to him in such a tone would surely make Mu Tian famous throughout the world if it ever got out. "Theoretically, it's still possible! As long as we can find something less boring for Sister Tsunade to do and enrich her life, it will work!" Uzumaki Mikoto chimed in. In this place, the light was hazy, vision was constantly distorted, and even the power of divine sense was severely restricted.

Huang Yuan had indeed become a major problem after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage; two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators had been easily slaughtered by him. "You won't succeed," Huang Yuan clenched his fists tightly. Although he desperately wanted to finish this guy off, he had to be patient until he saw Feng Li and Feng Yong. "Go on, we'll wait for you here! Waiting for your good news!" Nangong Boyi looked at her tenderly, his smile radiating serenity and peace. "Boom!" Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, an explosion echoed in their ears.

A full one hundred and twenty loads of dowry were paraded grandly toward the Liang family in Ci Prefecture, eventually displayed neatly in the Liang family courtyard, generously open for their visiting relatives to admire. Cen Sanniang grew increasingly jealous and resentful at the thought. Seeing the other Cen Sanniang, who had already produced a second golden fish, being fawned over by everyone like stars surrounding the moon, she bit her lip—she could not let her continue to hog the limelight in front of everyone, or how would Liang Jingxian ever notice her in the future?

It was only then that Huang Yuan realized the Heavenly Phoenixes did not possess the aura of an eighth-rank beast; otherwise, Lin Feng and Hong Changge would surely have stepped out to stop Yagyu Jubei's wanton slaughter. After a few seconds, the man frowned and slowly opened his eyes, though his body remained rigid and motionless. Tang Shi turned to Tang Jiazhuai and said, "This subordinate is dull-witted; I ask the Hall Master to clarify." His words voiced the thoughts of everyone present. The old man acted mysterious, making it hard to trust him, but Che Yu did not treat his words as mere wind. "Oh, there's a medicine furnace here. Is it for alchemy? Fuyao, take a look; I feel like you might be able to use it." Ye Jinglan rummaged through the pile of gifts Qin Mo had brought, found the furnace, and handed it to Mo Fuyao.

However, in reality, cigarettes were not cheap in the United States. A pack of the cheapest cigarettes cost at least five dollars, with most priced over ten. It seemed Zeng Fan just thought the English on the packaging was trendy, unaware of the actual price of cigarettes in America. "Is that guy really an Evil Dragon?" Bai Yu frowned. This creature’s strength was extraordinary; fighting it here would likely endanger others.

But did the best fighter really need someone like Che Yu to save him? Obviously not. Before Che Yu could even arrive, he saw A-Yong use a shoulder throw to slam the thug who had hit him first onto the ground. Arriving at the Jucai Gambling House, Gou Liu stepped off the carriage first, signaled to the guards at the door, and then turned to invite Lan Jing to disembark.

One couldn't always happen upon the exact things one needed, so more often than not, spirit stones were required for purchases. Especially for high-level cultivators, the items they needed could easily bankrupt a person. Naturally, with her current wealth, she couldn't even afford a hair of such things. Moreover, they would notify other forces to seize the opportunity to surround and annihilate her. By then, Ye Fei, who was taking her to the Pill Sect, would likely be marked for elimination by these forces as well.

Entering the kitchen, Cang Luochen looked in to see King Li skillfully stir-frying dishes with a spatula in his hand. What exactly was this guy thinking? Zhou Meiyun’s mind raced; she couldn't even pay attention to the fact that Tao Ran was taking liberties with her from time to time. Being near the commercial district, it was easy to find a decent place to eat.

The River of Time faded, vanishing into the vast void. Tongtian roared, his aura fierce and tragic. He danced with his long sword, fighting for his life—one strike of Yin and Yang, one strike of the Five Elements. It was terrifying; world-shaking power rippled, and a sense of destruction spread. Haotian witnessed this, his eyes turning slightly red as he roared in a hoarse voice. Instantly, a dragon of luck surged down from the Thirty-Three Heavens, piercing through the void and merging directly into Haotian's body.

In mere seconds, the injured man was covered in these ocher-colored sand grains. He let out a piercing shriek, and without another word, everyone screamed and rushed out of the village. Muscle Song hoisted Gamila onto his shoulder and charged out like a panicked ox. "You're the fool. What's wrong with the underworld? Like us, you'll end up dead without even knowing how." Bai Fahai glared at me.