Chapter Thirty-Six: A Night of Illusory Dreams

"You are truly clever," Ye Buhan said sincerely. In his heart, he finally understood why she hadn't told him. Had she spoken, he likely would not have agreed, as the plan was far too risky.

You wanted me to provoke the Roaring Cloud Mountain, didn't you? As you wish, I have come to provoke them, and I have done so with ferocity, without a hint of subtlety. Now, I ask you: are you satisfied?

"I already said it’s too dangerous. Next!" The Patriarch showed none of the dignity expected of his station at this moment.

"Sixth Apostle Mu Lanxiang, Fifth Apostle Shangguan You requests an audience!" Before anyone could begin their clash, the booming voice of Shangguan You suddenly echoed through the distant void. Immediately, an overwhelmingly tyrannical power began to bear down upon the area.

Ghosts or demons below the Nascent Soul stage were completely unable to withstand the bombardment of golden lightning, and even those at or above the Nascent Soul stage, if they were lucky enough to survive, would suffer severe damage to their vitality and a drastic drop in cultivation.

Upon hearing the White Dragon's words, Beiji Xue’s forehead was lined with dark marks, rendered utterly speechless. Deng Jiufeng broke into a cold sweat; his master was just a bit—a bit too—shameless! How could he even say such a thing?

The French army could not withstand the iron torrent of the Chinese forces and chose to flee to the sides. Just then, the First and Second Chinese Armies arrived, surrounding them against the banks of the Seine.

Receiving word from his brothers that they had all made a clean escape, Ye Buhan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the mass of staff energy, seemingly capable of swallowing a snow ox whole, descended with a strike, the creature’s eyes filled with terror at the sight of it.

A moment later, thumping sounds finally erupted from within the mist; those with a discerning eye knew that Xiao Chen and Long Feihai had finally begun their battle.

Lu Yu found it hard to imagine that a place looking so much like a brothel was actually a world-renowned auction house.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Li Li and Luo Shu had been together for a long time; they had almost no financial privacy and shared their money, making it impossible for Li Li to keep any private savings. That was why she often transferred money to my account for me to keep for her. This time was likely the same.

Yang Jiekai then described Han Ning’s height, appearance, and other details. After listening, Pato made several consecutive phone calls.

"Have you never considered that if you keep hiding my condition until I deteriorate to the point of no return, you might just have your chance?" Situ Qianzhi looked at him thoughtfully.

The room was strange. Usually, there was not a breath of wind, but whenever this black ash appeared, a breeze would emerge from nowhere outside the curtains, lightly and tracelessly sweeping the ash away, causing it to vanish into the air without leaving a single mark.

That was Luo Hao’s arrow, yet the opponent had blocked it without the slightest effort. How could this be?

"No need, just watch. This is the new profession that has replaced us Onmyoji, the ones you call samurai—or rather, ninjas!" said the super-expert of the Asakura clan.

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared, but the fact that the man was openly pursuing Li Bingbing made him vigilant.

The result of following the crowd would likely be empty-handed. Zhao Hanlin regretted it deeply; why on earth did ordinary folk like them try to compete with the Yudu Prefecture catering business?

"But this whole thing started because of me, and it caused trouble for Minister Yang, so I wanted to thank you today and apologize as well." Chen Shishi’s voice was melodic, soft and sweet, making it very pleasant to listen to.

After casting another glance at Chu Ming, Liu Wantian fiercely drove his long sword once more.

The night was heavy, the north wind whistled, and within the Tang army camp at the foot of Mount Taihe, apart from the soldiers on guard duty, there was hardly a soul to be seen. Men and horses slept in silence.

Looking at the gleaming ice needles, Su Yang swallowed hard. Well, it seemed he would be sleeping on the floor again today.

Chu Ming, who had been on high alert, suddenly felt something amiss the moment he made his move.

Hearing this, Li Sanniang was already sobbing uncontrollably; Chai Shao was also choked with grief, pulling a silk handkerchief from his sleeve to gently hand to his wife.

"Uncle, there is no need for you to be troubled. How about this: we go to your home first to check on your wife’s condition. If I can cure her, we shall all be happy. If I cannot, it won't delay your agreement with He Zhen. What do you think?" Wang Wei asked, looking at Liu Dajun.

The only one capable of suppressing Lin Yunshang’s peerless arts was another master of the Hunyuan True Qi Realm with equal strength. The handsome man before them was the God King of Mount Taiwei, Yu Xuanzhi, who sat in command of the Jade Equilibrium Palace. Together with Feng Qianxun, they were known as the left and right arms under the Heavenly Emperor.

Lu Yun stood frozen in place. He had originally wanted to mention that the Chaotic Emperor was ill, but then he recalled the half-joking words Concubine Shi had said to him before he left.

What kind of concept was this? In 2003, they would certainly have made it into the Top 500 of China. It was hard to say for the Top 100, but a spot in the Top 200 was guaranteed. And this was even with all the massive state-owned enterprises and multinational giants included; if it were only private enterprises, they would easily be in the Top 20.

Fearing a direct assault, Bai Xiaolang immediately took many smoke bombs from his person and threw them outside the house. In an instant, the area outside was filled with murky, chaotic smoke.