Volume 1, Chapter 67: Does Sister Shuhe Have a Boyfriend?

The meals prepared inside were not notable for their exquisite taste, but rather because they were all cooked using the meat of magical beasts.

That night, Wu Dian concentrated his mind and practiced Qi, cultivating diligently without rest through the night. As the sky grew pale with the dawn of the next day, he opened his eyes. A flash of lightning seemed to streak through the dim, quiet chamber. In the world of cultivation, there is a specialized term for this known as "spiritual eyes generating lightning," which is a manifestation of profound cultivation and exquisite magical power, typically appearing only at the Nascent Soul realm.

After all, she was the ultimate boss of the immortal sect civil war copy; how could she possibly have the nerve to stand up to someone like that?

"Tetsuya, I do not have any good advice for you," Sarutobi Hiruzen said, shaking his head and refusing. Doing something that "aids the enemy" once was enough; his heart could not handle his own foolishness a second time.

She immediately contacted the Special Management Bureau, followed by the police, and even the Special Service Agency and the Security Bureau, reaching out to every single one of them.

Moreover, the aura emitted by this man felt remarkably familiar to her, even stirring an urge to seek a deeper connection with him.

That streak of escaping light had come so suddenly, striking them completely off guard. No one had expected that Bai Ji'an had made preparations long in advance. The escaping light visibly panicked, crashing left and right in an attempt to break through the encirclement.

Everyone's gaze was focused on Li Muxuan. After all, rumor had it that his strength was on par with Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei, and some even said he would become the second Great Profound Immortal.

Sarutobi Hiruzen looked up in astonishment at the Anbu ninja who had come to report the situation, the pipe dangling from his mouth almost dropping.

Even with such substantial circulating funds, suddenly withdrawing two hundred million would inevitably cause a rupture in the capital chain.

After all the team members landed at the bottom of the valley, Jiang Chen checked the head count once more. No unexpected incidents had occurred during this airborne descent. He pulled out a map to determine their bearings, then led the group westward.

"Fendi personally brought another two thousand knights to provide reinforcements, which is how we managed to break through the defense line of the Peony Kingdom," Green Ying said.

"In other words, once the blood circulation to her heart returns to normal, she will wake up?" The man seemed to understand Xiao Bai's meaning.

Before the main army reached the city walls, Yang Weizhong, the Xuanhe Navy Pacification Envoy, Military and Civil Governor of Xiongzhou, and Commander of the Left Army, personally led a crowd ten miles out of the city to welcome them.

Du Gongcai was a veteran of the martial world. This time, he saw that Zhao Hao was simply a reckless hothead whose madness could not be stopped even by gods. Now that the imperial sword was in his hands, if he truly flew into a rage and beheaded him, the consequences would be catastrophic. Therefore, discretion was the better part of valor, and it was best not to court such misfortune.

Such a luxurious garden catered exclusively to the upper crust of Jiangning City, occasionally hosting renowned scholars and Confucian literati. Ordinary people who even wanted to peer through the gates from the outside would be driven away with a flurry of clubs.

Yichen was not someone lacking in discretion; knowing that he had come to attend an academic seminar, he would not disturb him at this hour.

A wise man submits to circumstances, and staying alive is the ultimate truth. How could Zhu Mian, who rose from humble origins, fail to understand this principle?

Yue Qianming and Zhao Meng were walking along Qiandao Street in Qingling City. The secret agents dispatched by the State of Xiageng followed closely behind the two of them from a distance the moment they left the embassy.

Sun Zhuo sat in front of the television right on time to watch the live broadcast of the game, feeling as though he had returned to the state of a basketball fan from his past life. Between the Pistons and the Heat, he had a clear team he supported, so every time the Heat scored, Sun Zhuo cheered along.

The thunder and lightning in the sky continued, and Yang Chong laughed recklessly. Seeing Gu Tianjie, the soul entity of the Afterlife clan, beaten to this state, Yang Chong felt immensely gratified. No matter what he had done along the way, Yang Chong never imagined that the moment he and his enemy perished together would bring him the greatest happiness.

"Claude clearly believes that the Mercenary Guild stole that spearhead. He originally wanted to seize this opportunity to take back the spear, only to find that the spearhead was gone," Patrick relayed to Fide and the others.

"Although this thing seems useless, seeing how much you liked it, I dug up a few for you along the way. Here, take them." With that, he reached out toward her.

Above the Devil's Heaven Wall, after the immense blood qi and soul power swept past, the bloodlust was instantly stripped away, transforming into an extremely pure energy that poured directly into the heavenly palace.

"Chucang, do not be impudent!" The Holy King raised his head. In his eyes, the old man failed to recognize Huineng's formidable power, and his actions were utterly childish.

Despite the protective power of the Yin-Yang Thunder-Transforming Pearl, Ye Feng's condition did not improve, and at that moment, Tang Lin and the others finally arrived.

The White-Haired Ghost King completely despised the two of them, continuing to torment the dying Jiang Zicheng as he pleased. Of course, he did not forget to swat at the "fly" buzzing above his head. Suddenly, another wave of gentle yet insidious palm force surged upward. Both Li and Du could not help coughing up blood simultaneously, yet they still stubbornly pressed forward.

Obscured by this Heavenly Arrow Boat, when Ye Feng finally caught sight of Yuan Hai's figure again, the latter had already transformed into a beam of arrow light, shooting away dozens of miles into the distance.

The long spear emitted a mournful cry, and Su Yi felt a tremor ripple through his Sea of Consciousness. Then, as if the spear had gained a life of its own, it began to grow wildly. With a swoosh, the spear burst out of Su Yi's Sea of Consciousness and suddenly materialized right before his eyes.

Knowing full well that this mask was fake, and knowing that under His gaze he had no other choice, Cheng Shi once again reached out his hand toward the mask.

After being released, Qian Menglian lost her balance and suddenly collapsed to the ground, just as the imperial guards surged toward her in a flood.

Following a series of communications, Xixi was practically on the verge of tears. A master is indeed a master, instantly spotting her biggest issue.