Volume 1, Chapter 43: Kalan Academy

"What is Master Lingyun's current condition anyway? Do you know, Lady Shinki?" Yumeko asked with some confusion.

"Sister Rong, what are you plotting? Do you have any idea what the consequences will be if you provoke this dragon of mine?" Tang Feng smiled.

After engaging in physical exercise, a substance called lactic acid is produced within the body, and it is this very lactic acid that causes muscles to feel sore and aching.

This time, the Fire Element Lord cast Scorching Stone Shards, a skill whose effect is to randomly strike two players within the party.

Even though the other person kept insisting they were fine, looking at that limping gait, it would still be best to take them to the hospital first.

It truly was a giant dragon, and as it drew closer and closer, the few of them distinctly sensed that it meant no good.

Gui Xuanin completely ignored Gou Zhu because, in his eyes, this fellow at the mere First Realm of the Violet Mansion posed no threat to him whatsoever.

Moreover, there were formations within formations, overlapping layer upon layer, resembling a maze. The formation cores restrained and interconnected with one another, all leading toward an ultimate core of unknown location.

The Jade Pool Palace elder glanced at him sideways and sat up helplessly. However, after frowning slightly, she simply lay back down.

Although its origin was not as formidable as Sun Wukong's Golden Jingu Bang, through a thousand years of companionship and nourishment, coupled with Gao Cuilan's willingness to forgo the cycle of reincarnation and infuse her own soul into it, the Nine-Tooth Rake was perfected.

Bone-Eater. When Vanlantrin first arrived at the Tribunal, the Operations Department had not yet been clearly divided into First and Second Divisions. Back then, both he and Bone-Eater were members of the "Insect Squad," undertaking the majority of assassination missions. As Vanlantrin's status rapidly soared, most of his comrades from those years died off, but Bone-Eater remained faithfully by his side.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Mo Chen crept stealthily behind the giant rock barricade and used a pebble to test the Flame Saber-Toothed Tiger's condition. The beast had clearly been struck, yet its eyes merely rolled slightly, and its body showed no involuntary defensive posture whatsoever.

Zhao Juechen knew he lacked the energy to handle these matters, so he understood that Leng Yanyun's situation had to be explained clearly to Zhou Jun.

And as Vanlantrin's foremost vicious hound, as well as in recognition of Vanlantrin's firm control over the Tribunal's Operations Department, Austin received an invitation in the capacity of an "accompanying personnel."

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Qin Zhou delivered a heavy blow with his sand-bowl-sized fist directly onto Mu Heng's temple. Driven by reflex, Mu Heng's body reacted to the assault, and his retaliatory swing struck Qin Zhou's cheek, swelling it instantly.

Of course, in order to achieve a flawless integration, Zhu Tailie had also refined some star meteorites during this period, extracting their mysterious power and fusing it into his own body.

The moment the door opened, a thick, pungent wave of the smell of blood rushed outward, accompanied by a damp, moldy odor.

Having done nothing at all in the company for the entire day, she simply flopped onto the sofa and took a nap in the afternoon. When she woke up, it was already four o'clock. Since they often busied themselves in bed, both her physical strength and energy were somewhat overdrawn, so resting a bit at noon was still quite wonderful.

"Lord Slanka, as for when we will enter the battlefield, Lord Lord has his own judgment. Rest assured, we are a grand gift prepared by the Lord for the enemy. If we do not move, so be it; once we strike, we will surely make the enemy pay a terrifying price."

"Hehe, of course I'll treat her well, otherwise someone would beat me up and I'd be in miserable shape!" Kaifeng said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

He was instantly frightened into turning his head back, only to find someone holding a precious sword pressed against his neck.

Yue Zhipeng walked in, looking at Yue Gaoling with puzzlement. His relationship with this eldest paternal uncle was very ordinary; in fact, his ties with all the Zhuo family members were relatively distant, and only with his immediate family was he truly warm and harmonious.

After taking another stroll around and feeling there were no more appealing clothes to look at, she went off to find Tianhua and Shaman.

These were all things the few of them eagerly anticipated, because they desperately needed tempering through trials, yet had never been given the opportunity.

Walking into the office of the Changning Court, one could see Sister-in-law Pan Hong wearing a bitter expression as she explained something to a court staff member.

After all, with Yang Qi dead, the current Song family had begun dominating the youths of Ancient Tree City in their age group, which was naturally a good thing for the Song family.

Qin Cang suddenly stopped walking. Tang Guo, not expecting this sudden movement of his, hurriedly stopped as well.

Wu Feng produced an axe from his storage ring, channeled his spiritual energy, and began hacking at the stone. It yielded the exact same result as when he struck it with his fists—there was simply no sensation or change whatsoever.

Although Jiang Xintong rarely attended such occasions, she was remarkably smooth in her dealings with people. By preemptively slapping a high hat on Qian Shouze, she made it impossible for him to act too heavy-handedly.

Yet looking at Gu Xinyue's anxious expression and feeling her warm, soft shoulders, Yuan Zisu could not even feel the pain anymore.

He had handled everything so flawlessly, yet maintained such composure that he hadn't uttered a single complaint.

The two thieves who had just gone to the backyard shouted, "Boss, we're being attacked from behind!" as they ran toward the front. The temple was laid out roughly in the shape of the Chinese character for "return" (回). As the two of them were running through one of the side corridors, a continuous succession of "snap, snap" sounds rang out, and several crossbow bolts embedded themselves into their bodies before they collapsed.

Yu Chen's face was a mass of bruised purples and blues, both eyes turned into panda eyes, his once-thin lips now resembling a pair of sausages, and his chest and back covered in footprints. He looked nothing like the dashing and elegant figure of a moment ago.