Chapter 160: The Plight of the Tribe

Fairy, Your Life-Bound Sword Has Gained a Spirit Spring of the Orange Well 1345 words 2026-04-11 01:40:05

Leaving behind the lively ice valley of the Frost Wolf Tribe, Bai Yuening continued her journey deeper into the snowfields.

The further north she went, the more merciless the environment became. Continuous snow dunes and glaciers replaced the occasional patches of tundra. The howling wind was intermingled with the muffled cracking sounds of shifting ice sheets, leaving a vast, desolate world devoid of human presence.

According to the markings on the jade slip map, her original plan was to head toward an ancient glacial region where the Ice Soul Spirit Flower was rumored to have once appeared. However, while passing through a giant...

"Zhang Tianyou." Just as Zhang Tianyou was resting, a pure and crisp voice awakened him.

In fact, regardless of which perspective one views the Dragon Sea Sovereign Realm from, it can not only gain domestic recognition, but even on the international stage, it can easily win the affirmation of foreigners. This in itself is a victory—an extremely hard-won victory.

"Oh, how fun. This dream is quite creative indeed; if it were made into a movie, it would definitely be a blockbuster." Ignoring the voice, Liu Xiaoyu continued to poke the silver sphere with his finger.

The elegant fragrance of tea permeated the room, refreshing the mind. He breathed in deeply several times of the air filled with the aroma of tea, then lowered his head and took a light sip of the pale golden tea broth.

The legendary Grandmaster Zhang Baliu gazed at the tense situation on the court, his aging heart on the verge of collapsing at any moment. Yet, for the noble cause of sports commentary, Grandmaster Zhang still stubbornly fought on the front lines of broadcasting.

At this moment, Liu Baodao was like a blazing, roaring flame, causing Tiancong Daojun, who had been playing quite happily to the side, to be momentarily startled. Catching Liu Baodao's peculiar gaze, Tiancong Daojun felt a surprisingly intense sense that this lowly fellow before him had resolved to fight him to the death.

Of course, this is not to say that the performances of First Prince Tuxia, Third Prince Tu'a, and Fifth Prince Tuma were poor, but the fact that they were defeated by Chang Kaishan was enough to explain many things.

Whether it is Wanjun or Haixin, once this incident occurs, in the impression of leaders at all levels, they are enterprises with extremely strong economic strength and an immense sense of social responsibility.

Hanging up the phone and seeing that it was almost time, Wan Qingming made a detour and went to Binhai University first. He originally wanted to notify Han Shipeng, but upon second thought, he was also a father himself, and there was no need to make him worry without knowing the specific situation. If Han Jun was fine, he would just go straight to the hotel afterward.

Zhang Tianyou smiled, leaned down, and kissed Xia Jing's soft lips. Warm breath puffed from Xia Jing's nostrils as she lost herself in the tender kiss with Zhang Tianyou.

"You..." Although the defenders of Di Dao did not resort to cursing as a counterattack, the slowly fluttering garments were enough to inflict supreme humiliation upon Puxian Bayan, so much so that he trembled all over with rage and his eyes even turned bloodshot.

One can explore the Dao of the sword, practice carving techniques, quiet the mind, and cultivate affinity with the carving knife.

"You guys are too mean! Am I your sister or not? Am I truly born to both of you?" Bai Mo cried out while washing her face.

Jin Jiuxiao cast a subtle glance toward Yu Zhujun's direction. Those deep eye sockets and the flaming Vermillion Bird totem at the corner of his eye were infinitely mesmerizing and bizarre.

He roared and shouted at the servant, even raising his hand once more, wanting to slap away this suddenly appearing and annoying domestic help.

Casually wiping a bit of it and bringing it to the tip of her nose to smell, Zi Qianmo found something amiss. Did this juice really seem to be blood?

"Suzhen only caught a fleeting glimpse in unofficial histories, yet I know not what secrets lie within!" When Bai Suzhen said this, she also appeared somewhat ashamed. But this truly could not be blamed on her, for after all, prior to this, no one had ever been able to enter and exit the sealed Qin Mausoleum alive and bring out its secrets.

Yi Yi's arrival brought a genuine smile to her face, a joy welling up straight from the heart, purely happy for Yi Yi's arrival.

The car stopped in front of the gate of a detached villa. After the two got out, Liu He simply observed the condition of the villa. The courtyard was kept exceptionally neat; rows of flowers and plants on the ground were trimmed impeccably, and faint water stains from recent watering could still be seen on the ground, showing how much the old master usually valued these plants.