Volume One, Chapter 43: No! This Is an Airport!

If it weren't for her relying on the sharpness of the Xia Chan Sword, he probably would have been completely wiped out by these people long ago.
"Dragon Lord, there is something strange about those two; the fierce beasts are not attacking them!" A Great Demon King nearby finally could not help speaking out, the grievance in his heart erupting instantly. They were both cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, so why were the two of you so exceptional?
Just as they were working, the image flickered—likely due to a tremor in the warship caused by combat. A researcher staggered during extraction, causing the extraction tube to drop to the ground and shatter.
"That's right, this is saved for your cousin-in-law! You can just find a muscular man for a boyfriend in the future so you can touch that!" Lin Tian said with a smile.
Inside the bedchamber, Fang Ao lay quietly upon the couch. He closed his eyes, feeling the medicinal pill dissolve within his body as a warm current surged through him. Those shattered cells repaired themselves once more, regaining their health and vitality.
The old steward gazed gloomily ahead, his expression suggesting he wished to crush his own fists into dust. How could this wanted criminal possibly still be alive?
Halfway there, Xu Yao clamored for Xu Tingming to sit inside the carriage. Helpless, Xu Tingming had a servant lead the horse while he entered the carriage. He looked at his younger sister with doting eyes, though his tone remained flat.
"The military counselor's words are reasonable. It is only when you put it this way that I recall Zhu Houzhao is indeed not the biological son of the Hongzhi Emperor... Moreover, with treacherous officials running rampant in the court today and the people living in dire straits, we must step forward and rescue the world from fire and water!" Zhu Chenhao radiated a glow known as a sense of justice.
Wang Er acknowledged the command and withdrew. Meanwhile, Zhang Zixuan began to fret over the exact nature of the relationship between the Marquis of Pingnan and Li Yuanniang, wondering if his previous actions had offended the Marquis.
True Monarch Zichen adopted a half-true, half-false attitude, striving to muddle through. He now knew there was no way back; even if he died, he was destined to perish on the chariot of the Yama Realm.
When the final auction item found its rightful owner, everyone cast their gazes upon Jiang Fan.
"Being a police officer is about serving the people, while joining the national team is about bringing glory to the country. I feel that bringing glory to the country is even more important," Zhang Yue persuaded.
In the Affairs Hall of the Corpse-Refining Sect on Mount Qingcheng, two figures stood—Elder Yan Lei and Elder Yun Wu—as they bid farewell to everyone.
Ever since he discovered this place, he had come here every time the weather was clear to harvest pine nuts and cypress seeds. Now, after multiple snowstorms, the seeds had fallen to the ground, impossible to find amidst the thick, dry grass.
And that "World-Destroyer," within a mere month, had swept across thirty-six star sectors. What kind of concept was this, damn it?
You must know that his weapon was a cold iron sword. Even if this object were ordinary solid iron, a slash from the cold iron sword would leave a mark, let alone a mere piece of stone.
Seeing Jiang Fan stop in his tracks, Xia Li angrily slapped the ground with her hand before slowly crawling up from the floor, limping as she walked toward Jiang Fan.
"Young Master Fei, we are all about to be shipped off to a pet base, and you're still sitting there meditating with your eyes closed?" Seeing that Xiao Feng remained completely calm, the fat man said indignantly.
However, upon arriving here, the churning tea in his stomach caused him to completely push this matter to the back of his mind.
At Ouyang Zhiyuan's words, Huang Xiaoli's eyes began to brighten, though they immediately dimmed again.
As Su Tianhao was about to walk toward Xia Mo's sports car, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder from behind.
Shen Tianxiong would never have dreamed that Ouyang Zhiyuan possessed a Dragon Soul Crystal. Hidden within the Dragon Soul Crystal was the soul of a divine dragon, which instantly killed the flood dragon he had painstakingly nurtured and trained, causing him to lose his reliance when victory had seemed already within his grasp.
As for how they were born, Pei Nanman did not know, nor did she ponder such questions, otherwise her sister might have said they were born just by holding hands.
This was something he had fished out from the bodies of those four merman guards earlier. Although Xiao Nao could not question dead men, he guessed that this was most likely the key to the prison cells used for detaining slaves down below.
More than two years ago at the Baratie restaurant, when he was still a bounty hunter, he had wanted to actively pick a fight with these scumbags but never got the chance. He hadn't expected that a few years would fly by and he would now be a heavily bounty-fined pirate himself, only to unexpectedly cross paths with them right in the Grand Line.
Banning spiritual talismans was also meant to ensure relative fairness, but this inherently weakened the combat effectiveness of talisman masters. Most people who devoted themselves to talisman-making saw very slow improvements in their cultivation, and their personal combat strength was not very strong either. Because people naturally possessed a psychological inclination to rely on things, the overwhelming utility of talismans made them unconsciously dependent, ultimately weakening their own combat prowess.
Liu Feng subsequently materialized a knife, hacked off several sections of tiger bone, and looted the wealth of the two dead men. He planned to find an opportunity to brew another pot of tiger bone ointment to strengthen his physical body, and then hurriedly fled toward the west.
"Hmph, stinky Jingshan, I'm going to have a sparring match with you!" Feng Yinling's delicate voice echoed through the hall. Her voice was loud, but it was only to pump herself up with a bit of momentum.
Wang Zijin's eyes grew red. After so many years, she had long since stopped caring, but she simply could not bear to hear her mother speak ill of Qin Ze with such a disdainful expression.
Old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years could basically be considered transcendent of the Three Realms. Let alone the two of them, even the Underworld would find it rather difficult to manage such demons.
After chatting a bit more, Madame Wang finally decided to temporarily comply with Grandmother Jia's wishes, intending to write a letter to inquire of Jia Zheng before making further deliberations.
Tang Ming asked knowingly, putting on an innocent and naive expression as he looked at the State Preceptor with curiosity.
The wet nurse immediately agreed. She had been afraid she wouldn't be able to properly look after her if she followed along, but now that Ping'er had proactively taken on the responsibility, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Wang Fan felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, for the sake of ascending to the Divine Transformation stage, what were a few worldly possessions? He certainly wasn't short on money.
As soon as the voice fell, another flash of golden light cut through the space beside the black-robed figure. Zhang Qian turned his head to look, only to find that it was none other than the Cat Emperor.
Yet responding to the Celestial Hound was still a barrage of flying fists and kicks, and Tang Ming had truly never given any "dog" face because he felt it was just too bizarre.
Apart from those within the prestigious sects, no one else in the entire underground world of Tokyo knew about this incident.
They saw only a boundless ocean of blood stretching out around them. Sitting upon the nearby water's surface were figures of cultivators clad in identical red robes with crimson hair. Their cultivation levels varied, but even the lowest among them possessed the strength of the Divine Transformation stage.