Chapter 71

Zhou Shengnan felt that this was exactly how things stood for her now. Lin Feng, being the prodigy of the Ethereal Sword Sect, would always be able to advance to the Innate Realm as long as the sect endured. There was even a chance he might break through to the Grandmaster level and become one of the highest-ranked experts.

Tian Yue agreed, saying, “Both of the strategist’s plans seem feasible.” In truth, he couldn't think of anything better himself.

As soon as she entered the inn, Ji Ruohua found it no different from any ordinary establishment. Martial artists from the world of rivers and lakes came and went, exchanging pleasantries with phrases like “I've heard so much about you” and “I dare not accept your praise,” which Ji Ruohua found rather amusing.

Unable to find her, her cousin grew even colder than before. While they watched with alarm, their hearts ached for him as well.

After listening to Chen Feng's resolute words, Balak couldn’t help but sigh softly. Having spent time with Chen Feng recently, he had come to understand his character well enough to know that, now Chen Feng had said this, not even ten oxen could drag him back.

The Demon-Subduing Master watched with a hint of pride as Hongxian kept dodging. The countless streaks of violet light emanating from the Vajra Blade enveloped the girl's body. He guessed she wouldn't last much longer before being struck and severely wounded, as that violet light was the Qi he had infused into the blade.

Yesterday, a player had been dismissed from the school basketball team because he couldn't hold back his laughter at a remark from Geng Haoshi. Now, only eleven players remained.

There was nothing to be done; from Liu Zhenyuan's words, Ji Ruohua realized he had misunderstood her as someone with powerful backing.

At that moment, Wu Liang saw that Hongxian and Chang Shixiong had yet to appear and concluded they had already escaped, and the old Daoist standing before him was merely a decoy.

After asking her question, she realized something was amiss—how could the Kitchen God, a deity, possibly fall ill?

Mu Qing was tickled by Zhou Zheng’s exaggerated antics and laughed heartily. Taking advantage of the moment, Zhou Zheng quietly took out his phone, typed a few words, and handed it to Bai Fan.

Seeing Ning Ze’s demeanor, Murong Xing found it understandable, and not at all shameful or cowardly. Being a man himself, Murong Xing naturally understood Ning Ze’s thoughts. Considering Yu Mengmeng's mischievous temperament, it was difficult for most men to trust her.

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“What? Uncle, you can't be serious! It's nothing but emptiness all around—how am I supposed to break through it?” Night Blade exclaimed, gazing at the vast whiteness surrounding him.

Meanwhile, the powerful cultivation at the late stage of Gongwu transformed into a massive wave, surging in all directions.

“Wait! If Xie Xuan is a traitor, shouldn’t he do everything possible to protect Liu Xunyi? Why would he capture him with his own hands?” Lone Moon asked, still confused.

No sooner had the burly youth finished speaking than thunder rolled across the sky, darkening the sun. In the next moment, a cold, emotionless voice echoed from above.

“Hey, classmate, could you help notify the inspector, or let someone from the club know? We've been assaulted!” Tony pleaded, putting on an earnest face.

On the official road through the Soul-Breaking Mountains, not a single head of the twenty thousand Blood Shark soldiers remained unclaimed. All were impaled on swords and blades, standing at the center of the main thoroughfare. Their headless bodies knelt facing the Dragon Palace, densely packed along dozens of miles, stretching as far as the eye could see...

Moreover, the memories of past events remained vivid. He had not caused trouble for the Empress Dowager because of his birth mother, yet the Empress Dowager could no longer suppress her true nature and made things difficult for him at every turn.

Tang Xiyuan gasped when she heard Feng Shaoyu’s words, sucking the food in her mouth right into her throat, where it lodged, unable to go up or down.

She felt she’d rather remain blind as before; at least then, she could avoid seeing many things.

Lin Yun was unanimously selected as the best player in the European Super Cup and was lifted high by his teammates.

Her anger stemmed first from Xu Dabao being beaten, second from fear that if she didn’t intervene, Xu Dabao would blame her even more, and third from worry that the protagonist would blame her for Xu Dabao’s suffering.

He finally understood what the Great Light Sphere was, though he couldn’t quite explain it. If he had to describe it, it was, as the Light Sphere itself claimed, a lifeform of pure ideology, possessing incredibly powerful and mysterious energy.

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Everyone yearned for the City of Freedom, but those who emerged from it knew how filthy it really was. The thing they despised most was the obsession with bloodline—nobles always ranked above commoners.

Su Yuchen was tidying up the living room at home when she heard a knock at the door. She wondered, since almost no one visited, who could be knocking so early.

The doctor gave them a few more instructions before following Chen Fang to help her with the discharge procedures.

Yet, after years of navigating the entertainment industry, Ye Qiao knew exactly what ought to be done and what ought not.

Thus began the free conversation time. At first, everyone chatted with those at their own table, then started mingling across tables, getting acquainted with one another.

Earlier, using the Heavenly Eye and Soul-Burning Wax to attack the Ghost Child, Qin Yang managed to inflict some harm, but not enough to kill him, leaving Qin Yang at a loss for what to do next.

“Father, have you thought of a way to resolve the threat posed by the different beings?” the Spirit Emperor asked.

Given his current physical state, Zhou Jiping knew he couldn’t afford to drag things out. He had to act swiftly and cleverly, and intimidate Song Cai into retreating—without injuring him, if possible.

As the two spoke, a voice full of urgency and anger rang out—a man stormed in, clutching his forehead, visibly furious.

At this point, Welf revealed the ruthless and domineering side of an old arms dealer. The expression was so strange—emerging from the face of a dying man—that anyone who saw it would find it unnerving.

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