Volume 1, Chapter 66: Offending the Divine Doctor

Following Shang Jingtian's gaze, Bai Yu looked down at himself. "Damn it, where are my clothes?" Resolutely grabbing the silk quilt beside him to cover himself, Bai Yu felt he had lost all his dignity.

Jin Xi said straightforwardly, "Follow me." With a wave of his hand, Jin Xi once again drew a drop of essential blood. Within this purple secret chamber, it carved out a passageway. The scenery surrounding this passageway was a world of black and white, appearing very monotonous. Jin Xi stepped into it, and Wu Fan followed closely behind.

Compared to the elderly scholar, the expressions on the faces of the others at this moment flickered with uncertainty.

"Indeed, it is my fault as your teacher. I only cared about my own comfort and appearance, failing to consider the psychology of adolescent boys like you." Fang Yuxue did not get angry or blame anyone; instead, she sighed with deep self-blame.

Wu Fan stood frozen in place. This killing chaos had been orchestrated by him behind the scenes. Wu Fan was unwilling to believe that the Talisman Sword Sect under Hong Meng's leadership would become like this; something must have gone wrong within the sect.

The guerrilla soldiers also raised their rifles from the bushes and opened fire on the truck. Li Jianhai lowered his head, listening to the clattering sound of bullets striking the vehicle body, and felt the slight vibration of the truck. Then came the sound of glass shattering as the enemy soldiers broke the window.

Seeing that even Huijue shook his head at this question, Dr. Xu's expression turned even uglier.

"Lord Commander, I... I was just momentarily possessed by greed..." Hearing the word "Tribunal," the knight's psychological defense instantly collapsed, and he immediately spilled the whole story, detail by detail.

When Zhuang Shaoyou returned from Wang Yun's residence, Sun Qian, Zhou Tian, and Rong Hua were all waiting for him in the official office. The four of them discussed for a long time before dispersing.

As his consciousness cleared once more, Huijue opened his eyes. Within his pupils, the originally pitch-black eyes were once again occupied by the radiant light of the Buddha.

Fang Fei dropped her hoe. Since her son clearly said it wasn't needed, then it wasn't needed. Fang Fei was emotional; if it were replaced by Lin Yi's rational perspective, he would undoubtedly call this foolish and childish. Lin Yi had no leisure time right now and thus could not possibly care about such whimsical childishness from his wife and son.

A deafening roar echoed. The shield that had easily deflected several clear-jade sword radiances moments before suddenly developed a web of cracking fissures.

The elderly woman was also a decisive person. Although she knew that killing other cultivators on Speckled Stone Island would incur extremely severe punishments, she did not hesitate in the slightest.

He was well aware of the massive casino construction plan formulated by Pansy Ho back then, which certainly could not be completed without two or three years of work.

Su Luo wandered back and forth among the piles of boulders, still unable to catch a glimpse of the young master, and began calling out anxiously. After calling for a long time without any response from the young master, and finding it truly impossible to locate him, she had no choice but to walk out of the boulder field.

Qin Fengming had always been extremely sincere toward his friends, which was why he directly brought up the matter of the Purple Separation Blood Soul Wood right then.

"Do you think I am like those two, needing your protection?" However, following Qin Fengming's words, Qingyu's displeased voice rang out right after.

"Come... slowly rub it against the blade. There, right, rub it again, then rinse it with water. Look, it hasn't been rubbed out yet, let's try again..." Having taken full advantage of the situation, Hong Tian embraced Han Xue from behind, hand in hand teaching her how to use the cutting machine to grind away the outer skin of the raw jade.

At this moment, Ling Yifan deeply realized how crucial the introductions within this jade slip were to a newly arrived cultivator. If someone were completely clueless and wandered around like a headless fly, they probably would have already embarked on the road to the netherworld.

However, as he pondered, Kong Mocheng sensed something amiss. From Ling Yifan's initial account, he had never mentioned what caused him to turn white-haired. Since the two of them met later on, why was Ling Yifan now all by himself?

She had never known, from the past until now, that two shadows had always been following her, resolving danger in secret on several occasions. It was all arranged by her father, Xu Gui.

Factory Director: "Your wife didn't know about this for so long? Looking at the way you walked just now, if I didn't know the truth, I would have thought you were lying to the factory. Did you take painkillers again? You are not allowed to take them anymore. What is there to hide from your own wife?"

The commotion outside had long been heard by the people inside. The clerks did not dare to stop these distinguished-looking figures of high status at all; they hurriedly rushed to the inner rooms and the smelting furnaces to summon the person in charge of the ironmongery.

She did not mention that she had once attempted to incite Su Xing to defect, but failed. Given Su Xing's dullness, he might have suggested that Liu An take the opportunity to eliminate her—a thorn in the side among the elders—and end this unreliable alliance. In short, as long as Liu An received the news, he would certainly come. And as long as Liu An came, she would have the opportunity to turn the tides.

If it were truly as the giant dragon said, Linglong should have learned to fly, or possessed some other abilities. If she kept it a secret from it, it would feel far too unfair to the creature.

If mainland netizens could also vote for this award, Qiu Yang would have absolute confidence in sweeping it. Unfortunately, the voting method for this award was restricted to Hong Kong netizens and public opinion polls.

Merely in terms of the volume of true qi, it far surpassed that of martial artists. Coupled with the ability of martial arts masters to project their true qi outside their bodies and imbue it into themselves, every gesture carried immense might. Even the most ordinary martial art, once wielded by a master, would gain an extra thirty percent of power out of thin air.

A breeze swept past, and the figures of the two vanished once more. Sparks burst forth in the sky again, densely illuminating a vast expanse of the earth.

He secretly decided that if Fu Hong's psychological illness could not be cured, he would send Fu Hong back to Chuzhou to recuperate.

"Zhou Yu has fled?" Liu Yang pondered and figured this seemed to be the only possibility. As for Zhou Yu launching a counter-kill, Liu Yang simply didn't believe it. Lü Bu and Huang Zhong were both well-versed in military strategy; defeating them was no easy feat. With Zhou Yu in Xiangyang, holding neither the advantages of weather, terrain, nor popular support, pulling off a miraculous strategy was exceedingly difficult.

The group escorted Princess Angelina back into the magic tower. The office area here had not been affected by many buildings; just as the name of the bomb suggested, the attack was directional, shaped like a sector. Most of the attacks were still deflected by the Dragon Shield.

Nalan Chuchu looked at her in confusion, furrowing her brow with slight distress, before following closely in her footsteps.

Perhaps it was because the Eastern Territory held far too many legends, turning these people from the West into frightened birds in this place.

Tightening the single-strap backpack on her shoulder and holding a cloth bag full of food in her hand, An Ruo cracked a smile, took a step back, but kept her eyes on Lu Ling without turning around. This step seemed somewhat difficult to take; it wasn't until her second step that An Ruo finally withdrew her gaze and headed upstairs.