Day 57 - Unthought

Subtly, Guiguzi turned around to survey the entire gathering, while everyone else's gaze naturally converged upon him.

Jiang Ming also sensed that his martial arts were quite formidable; calming his mind and collecting his breath, he intended to exchange a few blows with him. Having not stretched his muscles in far too long, the palms of his hands were itching with anticipation.

Naturally, that was what he assumed. Therefore, burning with indignation, he immediately charged out. Regardless of whether Shao Siming might slice him with her leaf blades, he only knew that being played for a fool was a deeply infuriating matter.

Gai Nie paid Tianxin no further heed; he directly took a length of white silk from the bed and bound Tianxin’s hands.

Without addressing anyone in particular, Xiao Chengfeng merely offered a hasty explanation of his itinerary before heading toward the tunnel entrance, looking thoroughly rushed and anxious.

Yet Long Feiyun had no choice but to take the two of them along on the journey, for he feared that the moment they left, Ma Gaoxing and Loach would fall victim to those tailing him!

After a brief moment of internal struggle, Zhu Yingying, though deeply reluctant, silently nodded. She proactively shrank her body backward, utilizing the terrain to curl up tightly and bury herself amidst the withered grass.

Sang He wielded a curved saber, while Hu Pingyang used a long staff. Both were at the realm of three-imprint rune masters, and for a time they fought to a standstill, neither able to gain the upper hand. Gradually, however, Sang He closed the distance between them, rushing within three inches of Hu Pingyang's body with the perilous sweep of his curved saber.

The first thing that came into view was a tree trunk at least two stories high, as thick as a cylindrical silo, yet covered entirely in wrinkles and scars.

Inside the imperial palace, a profound silence still prevailed, broken only by the occasional passing patrol of guards. A faint morning light reflected outside the gates of the Zhengyang Palace. Emperor Longsheng lay half-reclining on the dragon couch with a brocade robe draped casually over him, his expression slightly fatigued. His eyes were half-closed and his breathing steady as he drifted into a light slumber.

After taking a brief rest, the two of them continued to follow the guidance on the sheepskin parchment, pushing forward toward the next potential location.

The Central Academy of Drama shared a similar tradition, and as the "Tsinghua and Peking University" of domestic film and television academies, its resources were vastly superior to those ordinary institutions.

Despite having left the capital for quite some time, Xu Ping still retained a vivid impression, and in no time at all, the group arrived at the Prince Jingbei's Mansion.

Good grief, at this rate, by the time the frog-repelling medicine was delivered, what fruit would there be left to contend for? They might as well just have the man and the rat gnaw directly on the tree leaves.

Force began to gather in Su Yao's hand once more, and a fresh trail of blood appeared across her neck as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes down her delicate cheeks.

Thus, upon entering, whereas everyone else grew increasingly spirited, he alone was affected by his innate talent, becoming fatigued instead.

Li Chenqian retorted in kind, without any biting aggression; the two of them were simply discussing a matter, and there was no need to lose their tempers.

Seeing this, Sun Yang let out a cold snort as lightning converged in his palm, and he threw a direct punch straight at Zhong Yue, who was hurtling toward him.

Han Boxao wielded a hundred billion in cash alongside such a formidable network of connections. Huayi Brothers might look impressive, but if Han Boxao were truly determined to take them down regardless of the cost, this entertainment titan would not be able to hold out for long.

Shortly after, Takahashi Tetsuo personally accompanied Xu Chengheng to the personnel department to complete his onboarding procedures, deeply astonishing the staff there.

Both military campaign establishments and commandery prefecture establishments featured the rank of regiment, but the meanings of the two were entirely different. A regiment in the commandery prefecture referred to mid-to-low-level officers, with the primary commander styled as regiment leader or commandant, commanding roughly three hundred men under his banner.

Right now, he had no desire to speak with anyone named Lu Shan; who knew which of them was the Lu Shan destined to destroy the world.

A bed was, in truth, a supreme magical artifact existing across all time and space, capable of sealing away a person's physical vessel.

This period was designated as a blank window for the contestants—a time allowing them to rest properly while simultaneously facilitating exchanges among the various academies.

The First Legion would take the lead as the primary assaulting force. Should the main assault falter, the four flanking legions would fiercely manifest their offensive might and breach the city of Muha.

With his feet planted across two distinct domains—the Domain of Time and the Domain of Sword—Ning Bei could amplify his combat prowess without limit.

He even had the leisure to let out a yawn, because Nilou's attacks passed completely through his body without causing any damage whatsoever.

The young master parted his thin lips slightly, while the young lady lowered her head in bashful modesty. Outside the window, the setting sun had long since departed, and the bright moon cast a pristine white radiance, while within the chamber, oil lamps burned brightly from wall to wall.

Whatever else Qin Sihao said thereafter, Zhou Ziyu could no longer take it in. She had been in a wonderful mood originally, but a single phone call to Qin Sihao had completely ruined her spirits. Hastily hanging up the phone, Zhou Ziyu was overcome with a profound sense of loss.

This place existed as the mirror reflection of the world of human cultivators; just as human cultivators treated demons and spirits, these fiends treated human cultivators in the exact same manner.

"You will, and Father will welcome you back home as well!" Once the two elders of the Zhu family had passed their hundredth year, it would not be too late for Zhu Yanzhi to return to the Jiang family.

"Li Yong, you've worked hard!" Catching the scent of cooking oil on herself, Li Yue genuinely did not want to step into the kitchen ever again.

Even the supreme grand demons of the Beast King Ridge, who had hitherto remained inactive, felt a tremor of shock. It was not that they had never witnessed such a bloody spectacle, but rather that they had never imagined a mere human in the Transcending Vulgarity realm would dare to be so audacious, even slaying a demonic cultivator in the Longevity realm. No wonder Bai Qi had lost; his defeat was entirely deserved.

However, his expression shifted because the various Great Daos of this realm were intertwined and chaotic here; attempting a breakthrough in such a place might lead to a deviation into madness. Moreover, with the Dao of Immortality absent, breaking through was utterly impossible. Thus, the immediate necessity was to bring Zhen Meili into the Immortal Realm so that she might comprehend the Immortal Dao.