Volume 1, Chapter 62: We Have No Choice But to Play Along

Little Ping'an calmed down and ordered the chief eunuch beside him, "What are you standing there like a fool for? Go and make preparations at once!"

After a full day of continuous cultivation, Xia Zheng discovered that the deeper he went, the denser this spiritual energy became, and it also possessed an exceptionally strong purifying effect on his demonic malice.

"This is it." Zuo Zhaixing casually spread out his hand, and Li Cai snatched it up the very first moment, unfolding it impatiently.

He had long suspected that this person was deeply problematic, but he never expected that he would actually dare to exploit the prestige of the Confucius family. Thinking of this, his curiosity grew even stronger; he really wanted to see what purpose this person could possibly have in telling such a colossal lie.

Nankong Rui merely felt his hand touch the stone steps of the Fifth Tier when a flash of comprehension crossed his mind. However, before he even had time to process this thought, a force so immensely powerful that it left him utterly incapable of generating any urge to resist descended from the heavens, seeking to force itself upon his body.

Ye Suman slowly opened her eyes to look at the pairs of concerned gazes, then gently closed them once again.

Xiang Nianran also stood there motionless, her captivating eyes brimming with tears, her lips trembling incessantly, yet unable to utter the faintest sound. Thus, the two of them remained silent, gazing fixedly at one another without moving a muscle, as if time itself had frozen at this very moment.

His true qi had been converted into the purest spiritual qi, which Ning Hanyun's true qi was simply powerless against. Coupled with his family's ancestral Heaven-Swallowing Art, blocking Ning Hanyun's punch was an utterly effortless affair.

Therefore, when the Tibetan people stepped down from the plateau to understand the outside world, it was like a child just emerging from the deep mountains into a grand metropolis, instantly captivated and overwhelmed by the world outside.

Clenching his teeth and enduring the immense suppression of the "Nine Deaths Xuanming Seal," Yun Hao brandished the tightly gripped "Wood-Cutting Heaven-Slaughtering Demonic Axe," meeting the descending "Nine Deaths Xuanming Seal" head-on with a ferocious swing.

Five fingers represented half a million, yet he was still unsatisfied! His gaze swept across Liu Qi's five fingers and he slowly shook his head. Then, with a sinister smile, he slowly extended a single thumb.

Just as the jade talisman collided with the barrier, a gap just large enough for a person to pass through was torn open. The three of them darted straight through the opening. Before they even had a chance to catch their breath, the gap slowly converged, leaving the barrier completely indistinguishable from how it looked at the very beginning.

Cultivators of great divine powers were viewed as gods in the eyes of ordinary mortals; the gap between them could not be bridged by mere numbers. No matter how many ordinary men there were, they would simply be crushed to death with a single finger, leaving no suspense whatsoever.

Upon her return, Tong Ying continued to pull Feng Xinyi close, whispering secrets into her ear while endlessly drinking. Meanwhile, Luonan and Lin Ziya sat quietly to the side, quietly sipping their drinks.

Divine medicines possessed the miraculous efficacy of bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh on skeleton bones. If not for the terrifying backlash of Liu Yi's Yin-Yang origin source—even if he were on the verge of death with only a single breath left—so many divine medicines would have been more than enough to save him and have him leaping about lively once more. Such medicinal potency, while suppressing the power of the Yin-Yang origin source, was completely more than enough to repair Liu Yi's wounded body.

"I'll keep the rest a secret for now! Let's take someone you are all familiar with, the First Prince Nalan Zhicheng, for instance. Let's have him tell us himself: what kind of position does he, this vice-city lord, hold among our numerous vice-city lords?" Chen Cheng said loudly.

The assassin laughed wildly, "What Imperial Cat! I'd say you're about to become a dead cat. First I'll kill Bao Heizi, and then I'll skin your cat pelt!" With that, he thrust his sword straight toward Bao Zheng's chest.

At this thought, the elderly patriarch of the Qi family could not help his surging emotions and a lingering wave of terror, a bead of sweat as large as a pea rolling down his forehead.