Volume 1 Chapter 40: The Heaven-Chosen Alchemist

I heard a sinister laugh; just from the sound of it, I could imagine the hideous and terrifying face of the person emitting it. I saw that dreadful soul laughing wildly and shouting as it dove into my body, followed immediately by more souls, more terrifying ghosts, scrambling to force their way into me.

Chen Bo and I eventually stopped talking. He seemed to have grown somewhat dull, staring straight ahead, lost in thought. It turns out that zoning out is contagious. I watched the scenery outside the window and gradually drifted off to sleep, wondering if I might have a more pleasant dream.

Yuan explained the subordinate relationships between the universe, interfaces, and planes in layman’s terms.

I had only been running after Bai Kong for a short while when my leg caught on something, and I fell flat on my face.

It was over. When I took off my helmet, I saw that Chen Bo was crying; two very clear tear tracks had appeared on his face.

We ate the cheapest food on the street together. You certainly have bold tastes, though. It was my first time eating animal innards, and the smell made me want to—it made me want to throw up.

Beneath his smile, he could feel a scorching rage awakening within his martial soul, making the blood in his entire body boil.

After enduring for another three hundred thousand years, Liu Shengxue searched tirelessly for Lin Feng and turned him into an embryo, making him a pawn.

It hurts so much, as if something is suddenly gripping my heart tightly. I know it is that detestable bracelet. Damn it, damn it! I kept pounding on the clasp with my hand, but it still wouldn't open.

Wenren Mingjing took a deep breath, hesitating at the door for a long time before entering. His gaze did not fall on Yun Zimo, but instead rested on the door in the distance.

Chang Shixiong, who was observing the battle formation from within the Tang army, watched the "Black-Masked Man" fighting with a thoughtful expression. The man's martial arts seemed to resemble those of Lady Ajiao, but Lady Ajiao used the "Langchuan Sword," while this person’s weapon was the "Yu Blade."

Upon reaching the spirit pool, Su Qianqian stripped off her clothes, stepped into the water, and began her closed-door cultivation.

He wanted not only this life with her, but the next, and the one after that—he wished to grow old with her through every cycle of reincarnation.

"The Lee Group headquarters building has 366 floors; it is the tallest structure in the East District." Xu Gaofeng adjusted his glasses, maintaining his air of profound erudition.

That is the best way to describe Shadow Fiend. He was ganked by the opposing team several times early on; although his teammates helped him barely hold the situation together, that was not what Thor wanted.

Da Meng cursed, walked over to the security guard, picked up a pickaxe handle, turned to the head of security, and swung it down.

The remaining three drank and chatted. E Feng and Chang Shixiong both had great capacities for alcohol, so they drank heartily. Hong Xian accompanied them, only taking small sips occasionally, listening silently to her sworn brother’s wild boasting, while Chang Shixiong made sure to flatter him from time to time.

Meanwhile, Jiu'er had already bypassed all the guards of Shenyin Mountain and reached the Shenyin Palace at the very summit.

Everyone in the world knows the U-League; it is a global collegiate competition, always a single-elimination format, and it is a best-of-three! Most people pay attention to it because of professional players like 430.

After Song Bao'er moved out, Sun Xian retrieved her key, unaware that Song Bao'er still had a spare.

Tian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Shangguan Fei and Le Bing were inside, along with several other young geniuses from Mingyu Academy. If they all died, he didn't know how Peng Fei would settle the score with him upon his return.

Li Ren wanted to speak, but a dull sound of wind came from behind him. He tried to react, but it was already too late.

Seeing that the State Treasure Pagoda had been broken, Mi Duoduo finally realized the danger. Since her opponent was not a Saint-level powerhouse, she could not summon the Ancestral Dragon Zombie and had no choice but to flee back to the Wu camp in disgrace.

The battle between Lucifer and the Hulk was not going well either. Although he had the advantage in numbers and had transformed into his demonic form, he was still suffering heavy casualties under the attacks of the Hulk Berserker, forced to rely on constantly summoning more demonic cannon fodder to stall for time.

Yu Weiyang looked at Ghost Fifteen’s flushed cheeks, then at the way he glanced toward Song Yan. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, lost in thought.

He stared at the bed frame and gauze canopy above him for a long time before realizing that this was not his bedroom in the Ning Prince’s Mansion.

Sun Wukong smiled. Although they were leading the vanguard, the Buddhist sect had been the ones to provoke this, and the Taoist sect was actually helping to relieve the pressure on Jilei Mountain and Huaguo Mountain.

After dinner, Yu Weiyang went for a stroll on the nearby hills, while Zhuri and Zhuyue lit a bonfire. Baili Wuchen picked up a long-neglected horsehead fiddle and began to play.

If I invite him to dinner, I have to bring something good, right? Otherwise, if he leaves having eaten nothing, and I don't even show him the Hanzhu bamboo shoots, wouldn't the big talk I made earlier be nothing but empty bragging?

Ye Binghan smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead and spoke coldly, her emerging mature woman aura mixed with a lingering student-like quality. It was like the rich, wonderful fragrance of wine, attracting the young man in the suit, whose smile grew even friendlier as he tried to bridge the gap between their ages.

I pushed aside the curtains and unexpectedly bumped into his peaceful face. At that time, I did not know he was His Highness Ximu; I only noticed his black robes, his hair coiled high with jade ornaments, and his delicate features.

Gu Luo was initially fired up, but the last sentence hit him like a bucket of cold water, and he felt somewhat discouraged on the spot.

Heitong Boron casually draped an arm over Sima Xuan’s shoulder, while skillfully pulling a cigarette from his pocket with the other hand to light it.

Ning Zhe smiled slightly, then flashed forward, pushed open the door, and threw the person who had been eavesdropping inside.