Volume 1, Chapter 50: Sleeping in the Study for Now-Casamento Substituto no Palácio, o Marido Era o Irmão do Meu Amor Platônico.(Alma das Flores ao Luar Frio)

Time passed day by day, and for the Military Strategist Temple, each of these days felt exceptionally long.

Tang Rao also wanted to know why so many people had touched the divine stone without destroying it, yet the moment his hand touched it, it shattered into a pile of dust. What was the reason for this?

The bloody aura continued to spread into the distance, turning the entire surrounding area into a deep, crimson red. Seeing this, my internal struggle came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a sharp pang of heartache flashing through the depths of my soul. Was it all really over just like that?

The seventeen councilors were quietly communicating with one another through special means, expressing a mix of pity and gloating schadenfreude.

However, the elites from various countries and factions who entered the [Adjudication Land] in the second batch still needed to undergo a series of trainings.

"Ascending to the heavens and plunging into the earth? Controlling lightning? Flying on swords? Doesn't that make them even more overbearing than our ability users?" an officer asked curiously.

At this thought, I could no longer care about Ke'an's current level of cultivation. Suddenly pushing through the pressure, I lunged fiercely toward Ke'an. I had intended to wrap her in a tight embrace, but to my surprise, a massive wave of pressure struck violently, and I was instantly sent flying several meters away.

However, Qiao Teng did not press his advantage to finish off Qin Sheng on the spot. Instead, he stopped, stood there quietly for a moment, and then turned back to look at Tang Rao.

He was already prepared to take on four by himself. Come on, you scum, let me show you Dark-faced Tang's true strength.

Bai Yiran breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of what opinions these four big shots held regarding the Gu Yue Sword Sect, as long as they left, it was fine. He had been terrified that it would be difficult to send these four powerhouses away.

In the front courtyard, there were numerous training apparatuses: sandbags, millstones, water vats, plum-blossom piles, heavy wooden poles, and thick, steel-clad staffs.

Yet, for a man consumed by burning rage, what good could a wife's virtues possibly do? It was merely adding fuel to the fire.

In the end, Sha Chongba came up with a solution: he tied a mountaineering rope to a handle embedded in the core of the tree trunk and called upon the other six men.

Just as Xue Fanxin was feeling puzzled and bewildered, a gust of chilly wind blew in from behind her. She dodged in time, but a tree in front of her suddenly toppled over, appearing to have been struck down by a single palm strike.

Her previous flasks of wine and beef had all been kept inside her backpack, yet the next day she discovered that those items had inexplicably appeared inside the Sleeping Dragon Statue atop the mountain peak.

The side of Chenchen that she let them see was also exceptionally gentle; they never would have imagined that Chenchen would actually dare to roar at Ye Ling.

No matter what the future outcome might be, at the very least, she would not regret this matter. She knew that Gu Daiyang would give An'an the absolute best of everything, and that was enough.

On the other hand, Jiang Weifeng and Lu Jinnian felt a momentary awkwardness before slowly walking over and stopping in front of Ning Yichu.

This version of him made Su Su feel somewhat nervous. She lowered her gaze, wondering if he would be deeply disappointed if she turned out not to be the one.

Then, taking advantage of Luo Qiong's dazed staring, the man pulled her directly into his embrace in full view of everyone.

"Master Li? Mr. Li Fang?" The only Master Li in Quan Shengnan's vocabulary was the ghost Li Fang.

Blocked ahead and pursued from behind, the SUV attempted to accelerate and ram through the temporary checkpoint, squeezing out onto the emergency lane as its door scraped against the highway guardrail, sending out a flurry of sparks.

Consequently, Li Qiang's only source of income was the school's special scholarship. After covering his tuition fees, very little was left over. Even so, Li Qiang still felt that having a private room of his own to cultivate in was immensely convenient.

Everyone found it somewhat hard to believe. Over a hundred soldiers combined with several mages—such a combination, yet a fortune could vanish right under their noses. They could not fathom who might be capable of pulling off such a deed.

It would not be subject to the arrangements of the Tiger Barbarians; it would only manifest under specific circumstances—meaning that only when the Tiger Barbarians were consumed by extreme rage would the power within the blood of those ancient divine tigers emerge to clear away the obstacles before them.

Yet Lei Tian's reply startled everyone present. With a bitter expression and a look of deep anguish, he told Da Zhou and the others that he had felt something was wrong with this place right from the start, and now he suddenly realized the air within this stone chamber seemed to be poisoned.

Thinking he had seen wrong, he blinked and looked again, only to find no youth at all—merely a civet cat crouching on a tree branch.

"Who goes there?" Shaoyan immediately employed a spell, flashing more than ten meters away to inspect the man—a middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of the Guo Family's Iron Cavalry, with a gleaming broadsword tucked at his waist.

"Since I chose this line of work, I knew from the start there would be a day like this," Kelly did not feel particularly aggrieved about being captured.

"Which incident? That incident! Are you referring to the resurrection incident of the death-row inmate Wang Yu?" Liu Shengqiang suddenly remembered.

Awakening the next day, Xia Junfan had still not returned. Figuring he might not be able to get in, she made do in the adjoining room.

Jingle bell, jingle bell—Liu Shengqiang's phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw the call was from an unknown number. Gripped by profound doubt, he answered the call.

I bypassed the portrait, lowered my head, and scanned the ground, hoping to find some trace left behind by Chen Le and the others.

The vibration continued to pulse outward. Looking down at the pitch-black abyss, Xianglong could not help feeling a sense of doubt, wondering what on earth that fellow was messing around with down there.

Such a situation left Liu Shengqiang not knowing whether to laugh or cry, yet being able to sleep so soundly amidst these conditions was a remarkable talent in its own right.

Li Qiang, now possessing the cultivation realm of a peak Xiantian stage master, moved at a speed that surpassed the limits of ordinary human vision.

Those who had previously rejoiced over escaping injury now began to feel envious and resentful, wondering why the injured person wasn't themselves. Meanwhile, the others quickly dispersed under the guidance of the werewolf legion, presumably eager to seize this period of free time to pillage wildly in the Ghost-God Black Market.

Iron-gray pupils, a high-bridge nose, and sword-like brows exuding spirit—such facial features should naturally radiate the majestic bearing of a heroine unwilling to yield to men, yet her expression was incongruously draped in a heavy cloak of sorrow.

Having defected to Ming Zhao, Feng Xi was mentally prepared to be exploited and manipulated, whether by Ming Zhao or his personal attendants. Harboring hatred in her heart toward Liu Yi and her parents, she simply wallowed in self-abandonment for them to see.

Yet this single Daoist of the Void dared to defy universal condemnation, standing up in direct confrontation with the rest of the practitioners to secure a pure land for these rare birds and beasts! Such boundless capability could truly be described as freakish.

At that moment, however, Fan Mengxin's tearful, water-like eyes suddenly emerged within his mind.

"Hehe! Sophie, you used to be the Goddess of Fate; it's impossible you have no impression of the name Bright!" Wang彪 said with a smile.

It was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or disdain; she merely let out a soft sigh. That melody was merely a test, yet not a single person was capable of appreciating it. This prompted her decision not to play the zither in the subsequent competition, for zither music sought a kindred spirit, and in the absence of one, there was no need to pander to the crowd.