Chapter 60

Jin Haoran struck out against the formation, yet even with his cultivation at the seventh tier of Foundation Establishment, he was utterly unable to shatter the barrier of light.

He had accidentally found it while sorting his clothes yesterday; there was actually nothing inside at all, and taking it out now was simply a means to steady the morale of the troops.

With a single crushing punch, both experts felt their internal organs shudder violently. They spat out blood in a frenzy and were sent flying backward.

Seeing the eager look on Liu Chan's face, Zhuge Liang swallowed back the words of explanation and persuasion he had prepared.

Not only did it instantly restore his injuries to their peak condition, but it also fortified his physique severalfold.

Whatever flew in the sky or ran upon the ground, as long as it was sold in the market, Wang Qi bought it all back.

The next moment, a massive fissure suddenly split open across the ground, out of which burst dazzling flames. It was as if raging fires were burning within the crack, resembling a fiery red scar upon the earth in the dead of night.

Had the lightning sisters not become his concubines, Xiao Fansheng truly would not have minded slaughtering every single person in the Thunder Nation.

Surrendering was a helpless choice, but through these past few days of interacting with Zhuge Liang, he had gained a deeper understanding of this wise man who had always lived merely in legends. The more he understood, the more profound his inner admiration grew. The other man's strategic genius and personal character left him deeply convinced and submissive.

With a look of sheer agony on her face, she scanned Wen Jiu's payment code, her fingers trembling as she transferred the thirty million.

I defensively shrank my posture; his swordsmanship was by no means inferior to mine. The only reason I had managed to pierce him with my sword back then was because he had let his guard down. But now... the tide of strength had reversed, and I must not lower my guard for even a second.

As for the old city lord Zhang Shanhe, he was the biological son of the Valley Master and the Valley Matron, while the current city lord, Yang Zheng, was Zhang Shanhe's disciple... Therefore, securing an "exemption quota" was practically a matter of just a few words.

Learning from past mistakes, Tang Fei had grown smarter this time. He notified Murong Wan'er in advance before going to see her; that way, even if Su Wanqing felt uneasy inside, she wouldn't throw a tantrum, right?

"Lord Carter, please allow me to tear that arrogant fellow into a thousand pieces." The humiliated man immediately volunteered to Carter.

How was she to step forward? Which direction—front, back, left, or right—should she choose? Feng Wu let out a long sigh. The records of the Phoenix Clan regarding awakening were far too sparse, so much so that even risking one's life to touch that barrier had already become an extravagant hope.

I turned my head sideways to glance at the bleeding injury between the old lecher's legs, then looked at the force and angle of the Queen's kick.

Zhou Ming came up with an idea, believing that the family grand tournament was an excellent method. Its primary purpose was not merely to serve as a platform for certain immortal-cultivating protagonists to slap faces, but rather its core objective was to introduce a benign competitive mechanism to continuously cultivate outstanding talents for the family.

"Many thanks for your Highness's consideration." Biyu neatly arranged the items in her hands, slowly stood up, and then bowed in a curtsy.

Yet Zhou Ming's parents were both at the late stage of Solidifying Dan, while he was only at the early stage of Condensing Liquid—leaving a gap of four or five levels between them, not to mention how difficult it had been for him to make any progress in recent years.

Dean let out an angry cry, wondering why unexpected accidents always seemed to occur right when he was about to kill someone.

Following the appearance of the two figures, the two old trees that Meng Tu had been eyeing earlier began to wriggle bizarrely. Like magic, they transformed into two burly figures—precisely two tree puppets that Mr. Yuan had long since ambushed here to entrap the group and block their path of escape.

This sensation was by no means pleasant; Su Yunliang had already experienced it back when she first awakened her Medicine Spirit bloodline.

A gale of wild sand swept across, and a Masquerain suddenly burst forth, plunging alone into the raging grit to dance a mysterious dance.

Perhaps because the scenery was enchanting, Shen Qingwu unconsciously drew closer. Lost in her trance, she failed to pay attention to her footing, stumbled, and nearly fell to the ground. At the very moment she let out a startled shriek, a pair of warm, sturdy hands caught her, leaving Shen Qingwu in a daze, as if she had returned to an embrace she found exceptionally familiar.

From Shen Zhiyuan's perspective, the two of them had maintained a close distance throughout their battle and had even exchanged glances, leading him to suspect that at least they knew each other!

"Then what other eminent monks do you know of? Where can such eminent monks be found? How does one seek them out?" For some reason, Han Yu felt an urge in her heart to find out, sensing that perhaps one day she might actually have a use for it.

Dancing mid-air amidst the bamboo leaves, she used the momentum for a light tip-toe. Her sword thrust out like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing and tearing through the wind, then glided like a swimming dragon playing with a phoenix, wielded entirely at will—at times as light as a swallow springing forth upon a pointed blade, and at times as sudden as lightning, shattering the bamboo leaves into disarray.

Poppy, known as the "flower of the gods" in ancient Egypt, was precisely the primary economic lifeline of the Golden Triangle region at this moment.

"Come here! Come and kiss me!" Seeming to guess what Imperial Concubine Mei was about to say, Zhao Qingyun did not answer her. Instead, his eyes were filled with mockery, and his words carried the tone of an irresistible command.

"So you didn't ask for my opinion before going to talk with Cailan?" He Chenfeng did not fly into a rage. He had anticipated that his grandmother would object, which was why he hadn't let Yu Gang speak to her; he wanted to find a proper opportunity to have a thorough talk with her himself.

The two of them were both elders of the Spirit Hall, decades-long close companions who later followed Qian Renxue together, protecting her—one overtly and the other in the shadows.

If the Spirit Empire could secure the wholehearted and dedicated assistance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, national power would grow increasingly formidable. Through ancient texts of the Spirit Hall, she had learned that—aside from this continent, there also existed the lands of the extreme west, extreme north, extreme south, and extreme east, and it was said that this continent was actually a sphere.

With those words spoken, regardless of the drastically altered complexions of the youthful powerhouses in the wake of his remarks, Sun Hao slammed his fair, jade-like hands downward abruptly, and a crisp, resonant chime of a zither rang out.