Volume 1, Chapter 57: No Demands

Zhou Jincheng opened his eyes again, the vertical crease between his brows deepening.

Su Leng had always been confident in her insight. As a fellow disciple of Situ Suinian, her abilities were by no means inferior to his.

She simply disliked the environment of large hospitals; she preferred a carefree and unfettered life.

Boxing gloves generally come in pairs, but the single-handed gauntlet before her could function entirely on its own—clearly a modular weapon.

In the blink of an eye, I have reached the sixth stage of the Supremacy Realm. Here, in this Heavenly Realm, how many brothers have I met, how many people whose presence is indispensable to my destiny.

The tension and pressure regarding tomorrow's match had completely transformed into a fanatical pursuit of the Sword Dao and a rigorous dedication to the Martial Dao.

Subsequently, Urahara placed four Transposition Pillars out in plain sight within the original "Karakura Town" that had been swapped into the Real World, with the sole purpose of drawing the attention of the Espadas.

"You..." Nosen was extremely shocked when Shen Yi pierced straight through his inner thoughts. These matters existed only in the depths of his mind; how could he possibly have known?

"What on earth has happened to warrant such a display?" Cheng Dongyuan's soft query further intensified Ling Dong's bewilderment.

Moreover, within the goldfish's gaze, there was an expression with deeply human traits! It was an expression of evil, cunning, and despicable malice.

Of course, hiding the fragments within the Supreme Spatial Artifact, the Divine Elephant Barrier, meant that Fengyun Wuchen's secret was not so easily discovered.

The True Meaning of Ascension sought out that vitality, actively merging into this complex environment to first blend harmoniously with it. During this process, like a magnetic force, it gathered vitality in preparation for its own ascension.

At this moment, Qiu Qingyi and Tu Bai were staring in a daze at the newly fallen corpse of White-Clad Thirteen, their eyes filled with nothing but disbelief!

Could it be that Long Qian was concealing something? But what on earth could it be? The answer to the mystery would likely only be revealed by Long Qian himself.

This time, Chu He's expansion plans aimed to establish ten guards. Aside from the Hidden Abyss Guard, the size of the remaining nine guards would ultimately be set at fifteen thousand. Of course, prior to their full formation, priority for full staffing would be given to the original four guards, with troop replenishment drawn from Yongzhou surrendered soldiers and garrison militiamen.

Clearly, the villagers and mountain folk of these settlements had already spotted the ferocious demonic beast suspended mid-air and were immediately struck with terror, hastily scrambling to hide without daring to let out even a single heavy breath.

Wang Ming discovered that the half-sage he had targeted was located a short distance away from the palace banquet garden. He did not rush to find the man; instead, he waited for tonight's banquet to begin and for everyone's attention to be focused there before slipping away to stealthily assassinate this half-sage.

Wei Renwu carefully examined the mobile phone and said, "There are no scratches whatsoever around the charging port, clearly showing it is newly bought, and only a single number is stored inside." That sole remaining phone number bore the name "White Paper Fan."

Li Mu could afford to offend neither side and could only play the peacemaker between them. In fact, the medical school's affiliated hospital had already begun receiving patients by this time. Judging from current feedback, the affiliated hospital's medical capabilities were quite impressive—at least far superior to St. Mary's Hospital.

The entire process seemed complex, yet it consumed a mere dozen minutes or so. By the time Colonel Wharton recovered from his shock, the surrounded heavy firepower company had already evacuated the majority of their position.

Even Ye Chenmeng, who had always possessed a fiery temper, was utterly speechless at this moment. She could not muster her usual domineering attitude whatsoever.

Ganning kept his hands clasped behind his back and suddenly began to chant aloud. His feet transformed like a raging python, carrying an unstoppable and overwhelming force as they swept directly down toward the middle-aged Daoist.

No one had expected that this new disciple named "Long Bufan" would be so audacious. Righteous sects had always placed the utmost emphasis on respecting teachers and adhering to Daoist principles, yet Long Bufan actually refused to obey his Martial Uncle's words—something many people found impossible to accept for the moment.