Volume 1, Chapter 42: Softness

Following the previous exchange, the black robe covering his entire body was also torn apart, revealing his true appearance.

To his surprise, however, Mary Sue did not fall silent as she usually did; instead, she crouched down and came close to him.

Yan paid no heed to these circumstances and continued to refine energy to elevate his cultivation. His aura grew increasingly steady, and his cultivation had basically reached the threshold of a tier-one deity. Having undergone so many days of energy refinement, his current cultivation level meant he posed virtually no threat within the imperial palace.

Looking at Seo Ju-hyun, then at Kwon Ji-yong who wore an expression of utter embarrassment, Kwon Yuri forcefully rubbed her face twice and then sniffed.

Bai Xiyun, standing beside them, nodded in agreement, though he always felt that such a statement was somewhat surprising.

"Ju-hyun, look at this," Kwon Yuri walked over to the wall, groped around for a barely perceptible bulge, and directly pushed open a door disguised as the wall surface.

Kwon Yuri glanced at Seo Ju-hyun and, seeing that she was clearly in poor condition, realized she indeed should not be lingering here.

If successful, Angel Leng would no longer be a pure angelic warrior, and her body would acquire several other genes.

He wanted to prove to the world that even the China of today was no longer the "Sick Man of East Asia" they claimed it to be.

Wang Ze fiercely cursed the Third Generation in his heart while resolving that the next time he saw him, he would definitely swindle a large sum of money out of him to vent some frustration for Naruto.

"I remember you telling me before that marrying that wealthy businessman was merely a matter of mutual utilization, right?" Yao Ze asked aloud.

Even Shao Dongliu could only be described as maintaining a tight grip on his nerves right now, lacking the genuine composure and equanimity of Du Lanzhou.

Yet, formidable as the ominous star Rahu truly was as an ancient god, under the crushing pressure, it still possessed terrifying energy. Furthermore, the energy of the Samsara Crystal seemed to be continuously pouring into its body.

"Feng Tong, what are you saying? Do you not know what stance our Feng family holds? Why must you drag the Feng family into this for the sake of an outsider? If anything happens to the Feng family, you will be its sinner," Feng Shan said with a furrowed brow.

On the other side, trapped in the center of the arena and clutching a decaying wooden cane, the black-robed elder let out a ghastly, eerie laugh, revealing his skeleton-thin cheeks from beneath the dark cowl.

In the sky, faint sounds resembling the roars of tigers and dragons descended like thunderclaps, assaulting his sanity and plunging his vision and train of thought into utter chaos.

Throughout the entire day of training, the Dictator Team was the sole squad that practiced in absolute quiet from start to finish.

I offered a few words of consolation. After the meal, we found a hotel to rent a room. Following our frantic intimacy, we went to the bank, and Bai Mei transferred two hundred thousand RMB into my card, covering the remaining balance and travel expenses. Logically speaking, fifteen thousand for the balance plus travel expenses would have made eighteen thousand sufficient, but Bai Mei gave an extra twenty thousand as a hardship allowance.

Actually, his purpose in coming here was not to compromise either; rather, he could seize this opportunity to harvest some timber required for mechanism puppetry arts. The "Combat Ares Mark I" he was currently developing lacked a central spine—the crucial material that would allow this puppet-warrior to attempt movement.

Yet at the same time, that treasure was no ordinary object; sensing imminent danger, it immediately began fleeing its original location.

Back then, Zhu Ming was still at the level of an Immortal Master, capable of shouldering two people's worth of work alone, yet he was ultimately able to easily annihilate the opponent. Such capability was truly formidable.

The desolate road was completely devoid of people, and the car had indeed struck something just moments ago. Could it be that they had hit some kind of ghost?

Following the direction of his gaze, everyone looked back and saw a massive nine-headed snake whose body resembled a mountain resting on the opposite peak. When the nine-headed snake spotted the crowd as well, it abandoned the pursuit, cast a glance at them, and bolted away in a flurry toward the northwest.

Through the Divine Pupils of Supreme Purity, Tang Luo saw it clearly: the primordial demon saint had also successfully forged a world.

"Lord Judge, rest assured, I will definitely keep your words in mind..." Zhou Ting suddenly stood up. I pulled the USB flash drive from my pocket and pressed the red button, instantly drawing Zhou Ting's departed soul into the drive.

A person without distant concerns musters near-term worries. As a promising young man whose dream was to achieve sagehood and become an ancestor, he acutely felt that the road ahead was long, and his original research plans would all have to be scrapped. Since martial artists in the Mortal-Shedding Realm could recover their vigor simply through circulating their internal energy, the act of sleeping would no longer be necessary in the future.

Because fertilized eggs share the same genes as humans yet do not belong to humans in the true sense, using them for experiments reduced certain moral and ethical risks. Many scientists still possessed professional ethics, and virtually no one was willing to conduct true human experimentation.

He was slow to comprehend matters of the heart, and the only romance of his past life had ended in a farce; from beginning to end, the person he loved had always been Xia Yurou.

Even so, Sun Quan still had some sort of deal with Zhou Yu. This made Zhuge Liang suspect that Sun Quan also harbored certain ambitions regarding the demon race.

"Is that so?" Xia Hanyan smiled coldly. Recalling the scene from the previous night, she suddenly felt that in front of Jun Shinuo, she no longer retained a shred of worth. Or rather, in his eyes, she was deserving of nothing but disgust.

"Then I won't be polite." This was the first time Yan Zimo heard Ling Yuwei call him by his name, and a trace of unusual feeling flashed through his heart, though he showed nothing of it on the surface.

Chu Shaoyu said he didn't mind, but that was merely a desire to keep Xia Hanyan. Once kept, he would demand and forcefully require Xia Hanyan to purge Jun Shinuo from her heart—that was the essence of his love.

"That's not it... I am genuinely asking you what you just said," Lin Yi asked again very seriously.

"Fine. Since you put it that way, then invite the master out. Let's see what he has to say about this!" Madam Shen said, biting her lips in assent.

Outside the hall, a silvery moon hung in the sky, casting a pristine radiance across the ground and softening every corner of the palace.

The recent weather had been capricious. Just a moment ago it was bright and sunny, but in the blink of an eye, the sky grew gloomy as vast swathes of dark clouds gathered thickly, seemingly about to press down onto the earth itself.