Volume 1, Chapter 40: Lin Qiao’s Banquet Gown Stuns the Crowd

The air was filled with the unique, tingling fragrance of tomatoes. A barbecue feast was currently underway, with a group of people drawn by the allure of meat, turning into nothing more than gluttons.

The token acted like a puppet master, driving the development of everything. The tension that had nearly solidified in the air had not yet dissipated, and the beam of light just emitted from the "Command" character on the front of the token remained without feedback, as if it had encountered some sort of resistance.

The Mortal Transformation Stage, as the name suggests, is the process of shedding one's mortal body—an extremely important step in the journey of cultivation toward the Great Dao.

"You’ve come at the right time. These are troubled days, so I’ll skip the small talk and get straight to the essentials." Tolkien’s expression was grim; the exhaustion from days of toil was evident in his eyes.

There was not a single drop of blood, nor a half-muffled cry. The life that had long since departed finally extinguished the demon's curse upon him.

By the time afternoon arrived, Su Qi prepared to call Mo Di and the others to grind out some missions. Just then, Han Ling returned.

I wonder how it is written? A major plot thread is gradually unfolding now. If you have any thoughts, please feel free to offer suggestions.

Most of the senior leadership of Fenate had gathered here, while those who could not attend due to missions were duly rewarded by Ling Xiao for their dedication to their posts.

Suddenly, the world spun, and everyone felt a powerful suction force emerge, forcibly dragging them into its vortex.

There was no other choice. Until Bumblebee returned, this was Chu Yan’s only means of transportation, so he had to make do. Fortunately, Chu Yan wasn’t particularly busy each day, so the car wouldn’t be seen racing all over town.

She had made her terms very clear: Chu Yan and the God of Racing would protect her only during the Frankfurt Culinary Exposition. As for any other protection outside of that scope, it would depend entirely on Sonocina’s own mood.

Da Hong also glanced up at the television. On the screen, a man in sunglasses stood with his hands on his hips, shouting incoherently. The scene was chaotic; a large crowd was watching, and the blocked cars were honking incessantly.

Hearing the unusual commotion, the Sect Leader of the Vine Gate shifted his gaze toward the doorway, stopping his interrogation of Master Yin.

The taxi driver in the driver’s seat felt quite aggrieved. He poked his head out to get a look, but the imposing, luxurious man possessed such a cold, murderous aura and eyes so crimson that he seemed to be in a towering rage. The driver wisely swallowed his words; these noble figures were not people he could afford to offend.

Su Xiaorou was already drifting in a muddled state, tearing at her clothes, her exquisite body rolling on the pristine white bedding.

Her body was forcibly held down by the man in white, her system filled with the soul power he was channeling into her. Though Chu Ge was furious, she abandoned all resistance to avoid enraging the man and inviting unwarranted disaster.

Yet, the situation he had tested clearly indicated that the supreme expert from the Immortal Trace Valley on the other side had an extremely intimate relationship with Yin Fei. Otherwise, the expert wouldn't have erupted with such instant killing intent the moment he heard the name.

Ruo Tianyun was stunned. Had his demeanor truly betrayed him? If even Meiniang, whom he rarely saw, could tell, would those he saw regularly notice something as well?

"That’s right. The Shadow Matriarch’s trait is an innate stealth. What’s more, none of her attributes are reduced while in stealth, and the attack that breaks the concealment cannot be countered," Feng Yun said triumphantly, reclaiming Chu Tian’s arm.

"Jingchu, take one pill a month. Take them for three consecutive months, and I guarantee there won't be any major changes in your appearance for thirty years," Zhan Tian said with a smile.

"I am Chen Huaifu, Deputy Minister of the Huaxia Logistics Department!" Chen Huaifu extended his hand to shake hands with Holy Light.

Therefore, when fighting against the human race, few heroes dared to charge into the battlefield, all fearing that they might end up dead on the ground.

Just as she felt helpless and unable to call for help, Tang Yilan’s voice reached her ears. That single sound felt like a powerful hand pulling Zhou Ruoshui back from the brink.

"What is this gentleman’s surname?" Once the leader finished reading the cultivation manual, he immediately asked Hu Yue with a fawning smile.

Returning to Hangzhou, after Zhou Ruoning failed to probe Lu Jue several times, she gave up the idea of flying up the branch to become a phoenix overnight. After Lu Jue left the Zhou residence that one time, she stayed home obediently, acting like a true young lady of a prominent family who never stepped beyond the inner gates.

"We shall strictly follow the Pill Master’s orders," Tian Kui said. He signaled the other three, and the four of them took their leave together.

I had dinner with Yu Qian and Old Sixth that night. We had been traveling all over the country hunting for treasures recently and hadn't had time to sit down, so this was the perfect opportunity to discuss the plans for the Mastiff Garden.

I said somewhat uncertainly, "If he does something wrong, would you..." I didn't dare finish the sentence. Nie Yun was smart enough; he would certainly understand what I meant.

The baseball bat pierced the stone on the ground as if it were a chopstick sliding into a piece of tofu—it seemed effortless.

"What does Southern Li need? What is it that you demons have been searching for all this time?" Gu Nian asked sternly, a sense of majesty radiating from him.

The speakers were positioned perfectly; one could feel the atmosphere of a cinema here—no, it felt even more immersive than a cinema.

Feng Qingyan’s long eyelashes fluttered. Without time to react, and having forgotten how to react, she finally blinked her eyelids.

She walked a few steps over to Fu Changye, glaring at him with her distinct, black-and-white almond eyes, as if she wanted to poke a hole through him.

For the first time in over two years, Mu Qing felt what it was like to have someone waiting at home for his return.

If he had tried to deflect or stubbornly denied sending someone to follow her, she would have certainly argued with him to the bitter end. Yet, the man had a surprisingly good attitude when it came to admitting his mistakes.