Volume 1, Chapter 52: Chunxiang Pavilion!

The two exchanged glances. It seemed that questioning that old fox Lin Zeren would yield nothing; they could only hope to figure out the situation through Elder Xi’s side.

Jiang Xian felt he had to prove his charm while simultaneously dispelling any notion the Tong family might hold about him wanting to marry his senior sister.

He suddenly took off his hat, a tall purple cap that served as the signature attire of a Ripper.

Every step in the Soul Condensation realm is fraught with extreme danger, for after all, the spirit and soul are the manifestation of a cultivator's vital essence and mental energy.

Bai Qi had always been aloof and never spoke. Jiang Xian had never even seen his true appearance beneath the swirling black smoke.

"No matter what Qingyi has done, he should return to the Holy Dan Realm to face judgment. If you kill him now, you're letting him off far too easily!" Tianheng said coldly.

Therefore, she secured an opportunity to enter the traffic broadcasting station in advance, signing a third-party agreement with the station beforehand so she could start working as soon as she graduated.

Yun Qingyao smiled and nodded at the sight, whereupon Ningzhu accepted the feather token and bowed to Feng Ze.

Qin Xu stepped out of the area shrouded by the shielding formation and came before the crowd. Having listened to them talk for a while, he found it utterly boring.

Upon first beginning to cultivate the Acala Nirvana Scripture, Great Empress Mingyue immediately felt a splitting headache, as if some force were forcibly altering her consciousness.

"Be good! Line up and come to my office for your red envelopes." Li Yu specifically brought a large bag of red envelopes to the company to hand out.

Today, ninety percent of Tianhai City's upper class had turned out—it was a prime opportunity to network and expand their connections, one they certainly wouldn't miss.

Thanks to those Chu family cultivators who exhausted the strength of the Maple City evil cultivators, Li Yu and Chu Muyuan were able to smoothly reap the benefits as the fishermen who sat back and watched the snipe and clam fight.

"So you're saying this isn't your item? Or rather, not a heritage artifact you acquired from someone?" Hearing Xin Wuchen recount its origin, the Demon Lord's tone seemed to soften considerably.

Ji Siling remembered that day at the bar when she hit the man with the big gold tooth, someone had also handed him a towel to wipe his hands.

The dark shadow's reaction was extremely swift; with just a light step backward, it successfully evaded Jiang Shaoyang's attack.

Several minutes later, the scooter-rider had circled the compartment without recognizing her, and Xiao Mimi’s heart finally relaxed by half.

Fan Xiaochen remembered Cao Rui saying that Zhao Xin did not love him, but another man, meaning their marriage housed two different hearts that beat as one in name only.

Lan showed no fear whatsoever of Jiang Shaoyang's threat, taking a fierce step forward and thrusting the kunai in her hand directly at him.

Watching the two fiercely engaged in battle, analyzing their every move and technique, a complacent smile gradually surfaced on Li Zimuch's face. Indeed, beneath what seemed like a casual and inattentive approach on his part, their foundations were remarkably solid, and their fighting spirit was exceptionally fierce.

The once towering and majestic city walls had now been reduced to broken ruins, with piles of mutant beast corpses scattered everywhere.

"Commander? Just who on earth is the other party?" Hearing such a title, Lin Feng couldn't help but be somewhat bewildered.

We continued walking back, while the people behind us kept following us without ever leaving. The corners of my mouth involuntarily twitched, and a faint smile appeared on my face.

After coming to the Divine Land from the Martial World, they had witnessed many bizarre and exotic things, learned how to operate them, and often strolled about the streets.

Moreover, most of the combination attack formations within the Ancient Spirit Realm were incomplete, making it difficult to achieve an effect where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

Outside, the rain was growing heavier and heavier, the pelting downpour mixed with howling, fierce winds that filled one with an extraordinary sense of irritation.

"Half-blood, damn it, if you aren't going to use your eyes you can donate them." Her teammate Anna cursed angrily as she tossed out an anti-healing flask, and Xie Baoping, failing to dodge in time, unfortunately took the hit.

Lin Zhonglong was speechless. His brimming fighting spirit gradually flickered out as he muttered inwardly: Could it be that Wei Yiming, that bastard, sold me out? How does she even know about this?

Seeing that the middle-aged man was not in a hurry to strike, Zhang Shan hastily circulated his cultivation base, absorbing the vital energy released by the medicinal pill to replenish himself.

Someone like Chu Yunshan, who was willing to sacrifice his life for righteousness to achieve a greater cause, was truly a rare sight. Perhaps this was why Commander He would rather cultivate him than consider the four commanders.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Yang Dingyi launched a divine ability attack instantly, and Su Mum hastily dodged. This very dodge immediately exposed his presence to the pursuing cultivators.

Lin Yuyan immediately decided to go to Dadu, hoping to run into Lin Muyu there, and promptly set off northward. However, she did not know that Lin Muyu was heading south; thus, with one going south and the other going north, a meeting seemed highly unlikely.

Ye Ge originally wanted to properly indulge in a bit of grief—after all, having his first love, his dream lover, and his future prospects all ruined within the span of two days was still quite tragic—but after her commotion, he instantly lost all mood for it. Feeling a dull ache in his head, he pressed a hand against his forehead and walked away.

Just then, Tuolei, while wiping away sweat, delivered a palm strike straight toward Lin Muyu's crown. He had expected to shatter Lin Muyu's skull with a single blow, but never imagined his palm would strike a long sword instead, almost crippling his hand entirely.

"Please." Shang Wushang made an inviting gesture before taking the lead and walking ahead to guide the way.

Now that he looked closely, this Zhao Dongmeimei really wasn't bad at all; compared to Zhao Zhiruo, she was not the least bit inferior.

Su Mu said no more. Taking Xirong by her delicate hand, he leaped upward, flying into the sky toward the direction of the Starfall Valley.

Bai Chun was startled: Why did that phrase sound so familiar? And moreover, where had he heard that accent before?

Then, with such a figure holding down the fort, why had the Fengyang Martial Arts Hall now fallen to such a desolate state, with sparse visitors and being so heavily squeezed out by others?

Sensing the corpse-devouring beast drawing closer and closer, Su Mu took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and ignoring the villagers running toward him, leaped onto the optical disc, immediately channeling true essence into it to prepare for liftoff.

Yet, I couldn't understand: without a head, how was she speaking? Where was the sound coming from?

Following the mountain slope downward, they had not gone far before several two-faced figures came hurtling through the air from a distance, all stepping on magic treasures through the void. Catching sight of them from afar, their expressions turned frosty.

At this thought, intense ripples stirred within his heart, and he grew quite excited. However, he did not show these emotions outwardly, concealing them deep in his heart instead, because he did not trust Mo Wushuang. After all, Mo Wushuang was a member of the demon race—a demon so impatiently eager to obtain the Martial Spirit Immortal Jade.

Ruan Tingting looked toward her parents, whose eyes clearly held a look of encouragement, and then looked at Yang Ming. Suddenly, she felt a strange, budding sentiment toward him.

"Oh?" Lin Xin uttered in soft surprise, not expecting that someone casually appearing in this place could actually withstand the formidable might of his seventh-layer Primordial Struggle Demonic Art, and furthermore control it with such exquisite precision.