Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Overture of Change Beneath the Setting Sun

Two young sword-carrying cultivators walked out of a tavern, glancing at the sky and then toward the direction of the Seven Dyeing Mills, yet they didn't even have the slightest inclination to go and watch that sword duel.

"Scram, scram, scram!" General Huo grew anxious at the sight. I haven't even finished testing yet, what on earth are you all rushing for?

Lin Zifan suddenly felt a throbbing headache. After finally managing to get steel, he now had to find copper and tungsten?

They were all the world's most elite physicians, the cream of the crop among doctors. They understood the human body inside out and could perform surgeries blindfolded, yet they were completely helpless against Sandy's condition.

Back then, she had only one mindset: the more admirers she had, the more attractive she proved to be. She had never once considered the consequences.

Zhang Shu found it somewhat unbelievable. Shen Qingheng had immense demands in that regard; previously, he would force her several times every night, often causing her to pass out.

Although Li Shishen wore a smiling expression as he looked at An Mu, An Mu glared back at him with a face full of anger.

Currently, without any disciples of her own, she naturally could not comprehend why anyone would willingly spend countless hours and painstaking effort to nurture a pupil. To put it simply, that disciple—existing only in her imagination—was merely a symbol to her, an unfamiliar symbol, and one could not expect her to suddenly brim with maternal love.

Guo Qiujue did not yet know who the other person was, but Wang Jingmeng's injuries made him feel rather tricky as well. Although it appeared he was not hastily treating Wang Jingmeng, in reality, he dared not move Wang Jingmeng lightly. Instead, he first used true essence to regulate the flow, halting the deterioration of the injuries within Wang Jingmeng's body.

Logically speaking, he ought to have the clearest understanding of how many cultivators resided within Changling City, and how many martial artists possessed powers vastly different from those ordinary pugilistic figures.

Shuhan draped an arm over her shoulder and smiled, "Would you like to come with me to Paris?" With that, she turned her head to look at Su Yan on the other side.

Located in the central region of the Sun King Empire and bordering the territories of the Tulip family, Santiago was the stronghold and birthplace of the Radiant Church.

Amidst the endless slaughter, Reynolds calmly turned and boarded the vessel. Combat of this caliber naturally did not require his personal intervention; otherwise, there would be no point in recruiting experts and building his own forces.

Feng Yuetong looked around, located the closest patch of land, and flew directly toward it.

Once their father and mother stepped down from the flying spiritual artifact and looked at the large, brick-tiled house that still looked brand new, deep emotion stirred within their hearts.

Immediately afterward, he picked up his phone and arranged for people to head to N in accordance with Sihan Yu's instructions. Just as he finished making the arrangements, he received a report from his colleagues who had gone to the bank.

Lingxuzhi revealed a smile. Qingyuan had entered the finals, which finally saved face for both himself and Taiji Temple, performing much better than Ye Chenge.

"I am a member of the Xue family. Elder Xue is my great-grandfather. Are you certain you want to arrest me?" Xue Feng said coldly.

"Indeed. Check the production batch number of this bottle of cosmetics to see when it was manufactured and which beauty salon it was first delivered to," Su Beichen said calmly.

"Such exquisite handling of details, and it is completely different from any previous handheld consoles," a flash of admiration crossed Liu Qing's eyes.

In Yanjing, living meant navigating inner circles. Those government agencies and military compounds hidden behind deep walls were isolated yet immensely powerful circles. Whoever could penetrate these circles could rapidly expand their influence in Yanjing.

The man's voice was sonorous, carrying far through the aid of magical power, which once again quieted the surrounding area. Enduring the murderous glares of numerous Misty Peak disciples and the scrutinizing gazes of the divine-realm experts stationed at the front of the stands, the man maintained an expression of righteous indignation, looking utterly devoid of fear.

Bai Ruoshuang's eyes drifted in a daze for a moment before she fell silent as well. As a prisoner, she had no leisure to ponder questions of right and wrong. Breaking free from the ropes and fleeing for her life was paramount. Moreover, Wang Daoling's vomit seemed to possess corrosive properties.

In truth, this array was evolved by Ye Tian using inspiration derived from the giant peak array within the Corpse Demon's Tomb.

A game whose original replay value should have lasted anywhere from half a year to over a year was thus completely terminated in the span of a mere three months.

In the middle area between the "Flower-Fruit Mountain" and the "Palace," several people collectively gave a light bow to the audience.

Had it been an ordinary cultivator, their vital energy would have long since depleted by this point, forcing them to let the technique dissipate mid-air.

Today, on the eve of the Era of Miracles entering a new round of competitions, the two companies struck once again.

These Misty Peak disciples, offering praise or condemnation, essentially reinforced Yun Haocang's words among the crowd, instantly turning the tide and recovering their disadvantage in public opinion.

"Hey!" Shen Yan rolled his eyes, Cheng Jingsong burst into hearty laughter, and the other two joined in as well.

This was utterly novel to Xiao Jiangyuan. She took in the endless sights, feeling her eyes spin in dizziness. At first, she merely watched, nursing her own silent bewilderment without ever asking a question. After Li Longji explained things to her a few times, she finally grew somewhat embarrassed and began to humbly seek instruction.

Precisely because their strengths were evenly matched and both held high positions within the ethereal immortal realm, the two of them had never gotten along.

His resonant, sonorous voice was low and carried a bewitching, hypnotic magic, sending her mind into a dizzying spin.

"Hey!" Shen Yan rolled his eyes, Cheng Jingsong burst into hearty laughter, and the other two joined in as well.

Perhaps sensing that he was not a thoroughly wicked person, Nongxue's courage gradually grew. With an expression of disdain, she crossed her arms over her chest and cast a sideways, scornful glance at him.

Yet Meng Batian retreated for quite a while without sensing any fluctuation of battle-qi explosion. A wave of unease flooded his mind as he suddenly felt a cold breeze sweep across his back.