Chapter 79: Taking Action!

"Nonsense, it's clear he's an old man, striking with such ferocity."
"He's on par with Jiang Zhengyuan; what young person could achieve this?"
"I was curious at the time—who could possess such skill? It's almost unbelievable."
...
Under the tree, Lin Feng sat cross-legged. The rainwater on his body evaporated in an instant, and it was as if a shield had risen around him; not a drop could touch him anymore.
In the quiet surroundings, Chen Changsheng seemed stunned by these words. He gently stroked Mu Qingran's face.
"I obey your command," Zhuge Liang replied, fully understanding. The grand scheme was about to unfold, but matters like this could only be controlled by ourselves. Only we could draw the curtains, dictate the course, and watch as other players leapt into the fray.
On another note, if Fei Peng had discovered such a tremendous secret, how could he have gone to see the Heavenly Emperor alone?
But what Lin Feng hadn't expected was that Qiu Mingde, for this very matter, had specifically sought out the terrifyingly senior White Snake. He was probably concerned that the Dead Dragon Ridge was too bizarre; if Lin Feng encountered danger, he might not be able to rescue him in time.
She felt an inexplicable emotion she couldn't quite articulate. Her steps slowed slightly, descending a few stairs, watching the other hurry by, the soles of her shoes tapping crisply against the steps.
When Jiang Jize spoke, there was a hint of relief in his tone. No longer did he have to nominate her out of concern for her safety, nor worry that, when all was over, she would no longer be where she'd been.
His right hand swept his sword toward Li Bai, carrying the quiet beauty of sunset; the evening glow seemed to imprint all things into the twilight.
With a stretch of his right hand, a jug of wine appeared. He raised it, drank, and gazed into the sky, lost in thought.
In the end, Li Lele, who wanted to linger here, left dejectedly under Chen Zihan's threat to call the police or summon the property manager.
The doctor emerged from the bedroom, timidly introducing himself, holding up a scalpel.
This sudden turn startled Mo Ming and the immortals watching the live broadcast.
Wang Yan took one, bit into it; cool and sweet, like savoring delicious ice cream. It was exceptionally refreshing, and after swallowing, his mind felt noticeably more alert.
Yue Xi, whose soul power had reached fifteen, currently allocated eight points to the Star Soul Body, enough for it to wield sixth-level strength for about five breaths.
"Silence! How Master Xu conducts his affairs is not for a lowly commoner like you to comment on," Master Xu's assistant rebuked, heading straight into the Xu residence without turning.
"I told you long ago, there are five branches of the Divine Ruins. I inherited the wood branch, guardian of the Ancient Divine Tree."
Feng Feng declared that studying was unimportant; the key was to protect your safety and prevent further accidents.
Exactly—Yan Buping could do whatever he pleased, while Mo Ming, an outsider, understood him better than anyone. Isn't that unnerving?
From the moment Mo Ming arrived at the Yan family, he had no expectations of Yan Buping, nor did he hope for sudden kindness.
After all, both were among the few martial arts masters of the era, gifted in talent and perception—neither a fool. With the fisherman present, how could the clam and the crane continue their struggle?
Unable to bear witnessing her beloved disciple's passing, Li Biyun left in sorrow, leaving the Bai family courtyard filled with mourners.
In the world of cultivation, strength reigns supreme. Lu Zhan's power was clearly greater; addressing him as 'senior' was only proper.
It seemed that after just one night, everyone was rushing to buy necessities.