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“Now that you mention it, I do recall that the Fourth Master’s calligraphy is unparalleled in our time. It’s a pity that on several visits, I never had the chance to meet him.” Jin Lao interjected as Fu Xingguo expressed his desire to admire Su Yunjin’s calligraphy.

“That’s right. I was fortunate enough to see it once. His style was ethereal and transcendent, a rare sight in the mortal world. I wonder how much of that spirit this young girl can capture today,” Old Guo said with a warm smile.

Old Huo and another elder remained silent.

Sun Shining was a man of deep sentiment. The silver ornaments were precious relics left by his mother. The large chests gifted by the Empress Dowager and the late Consort Lin were still properly stored, untouched and unopened.

No one knew exactly when he had entered! He appeared like a grim reaper from the underworld, exuding an aura of icy death. Especially those eyes, void of any emotion, as if all living beings before him were withered branches, easily broken at will.

She was overwhelmed, torn between thoughts of saving others and the internal rot among them, the chaos making her head spin.

Li Shaowu was stunned, hurriedly getting out of the car and running over. Before he could speak, Liu Renshun swung his cane fiercely, striking him without mercy.

“So what if you provoke me?” Qin Tian took a deep breath, ignoring Situ Chou, instead turning to face the shadowy figure. The man looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, clad entirely in black, radiating murderous intent.

One had to admit, Xin Yuan was truly capable. The Danhuo Immortal Sect was now orderly and well-managed under his leadership.

The sword’s blade was forged from the spine of a demon beast, imbued with lightning energy that shimmered with a blue glow, both lustrous and razor-sharp.

However, Li Shimin was somewhat unfair this time. After rewarding financially, Yin Ping was promoted half a rank. Though still a nominal position, it showed Li Shimin’s esteem for him.

“What is this thing? Immortal? Golden body? Truly an immortal golden body?” Lin Xingchen shivered in fright, picking up stones and banging them against his head. “Wow, so hard?”

“It’s only because you do whatever you want,” Wan Dai said with the same exhausted expression, barely able to catch her breath.

However, Fang Ping was not well acquainted with them. At this moment, he was closer to these true gods, even the King of Pingshan instinctively avoided him out of fear.

Madam Xu tightly gripped the ten-tael silver ingot, her hand trembling slightly. Seeing Orchid pass by outside, she called her in.

Miao Weige looked at Wang Zuo with a face full of frustration, while Wang Zuo returned her gaze sheepishly.

Finally, when the three seventh-rank demon cores were completely transformed into a vast amount of spiritual energy stored within Luo Chen, his strength surged, breaking through to the one-hundred-million-pound threshold.

Aside from the friendly engagement of the first program, the actual gameplay experience of the system was not particularly delightful.

Upon learning that his son had returned safely, Lu Jiangshan was about to visit him but suddenly thought that his son probably wasn’t worried about him. Then he considered that even if they met, there would be little to say. Ultimately, he simply chuckled and shook his head, continuing to inspect the Red Dragon ship, hoping to deepen his understanding of the intelligent lifeform “Red Dragon” through conversation.

Retracting his gaze, he sat beside the bed and patted Youye’s fair and slender thigh. Their relationship was still undefined—Lu Kun had not “taken” her—but neither minded some physical contact.

The warm-up match had ended. Shang Siyu and Chen Jiming went to soak in the atmosphere, and there was far less random killing than usual, despite some reckless AKs during the warm-up.

Songcheng High School was a private institution with both high school and middle school departments. After summer break, Zhou Xiaolin took me to register, and I officially enrolled as a freshman in Class 3, Grade 10 of Songcheng High.

Wu Liang advanced step by step, each footfall stirring the wind; lotus blossoms bloomed with every step. Golden dragons coiled beneath his feet, forming a mystical formation in the earth.

Guan Yue had once contemplated death, but the matchmaker threatened her with her parents’ lives and painted a grand promise—a cake that symbolized freedom after five years.