Volume 1, Chapter 35: Initial Results

It was as if a voice within his soul had called out "Brother" three times, yet that incredibly important matter had already been forgotten.

After a long while, she snapped back to reality with a startled cry. In the next instant, countless flying blades appeared around Lin Xiu, ready to turn him into a sieve at any moment.

"The exam is only four days away; I can't ask for any more leave," Song Zhixing refused. She took a deep breath, struggling to steady her emotions.

It could be said that Liu Yan’s faction in the mid-to-late chaotic era was a seemingly magnificent, yet completely stagnant and decaying power with no future.

She had heard every word of the phone call between Mo Xi and Li Weiting. Regardless of who Li Weiting truly cared about, she had no way to dwell on it now.

A fried egg was placed on top of the noodles. However, it was hardly impressive—it was nearly burnt to a crisp.

The members of the Ye family were stunned. What was this? Was An Mu'en trying to run them ragged with speed? She was being far too simplistic.

With a strengthened soul, one’s control over the soul itself and one’s precise grasp of killing intent become much more effortless and fluid.

Chen Xingyu was actually quite curious deep down; today, he had finally seen a real Daoist talisman.

But he would not voice this. On one hand, he had to consider the face of the current Heavenly Emperor, the Supreme Deity Haotian—though his mind was currently unstable, he might recover later, and there was no need to create a grudge between them. Why make things difficult for a Heavenly Emperor?

Xiao Jing was naturally fair-skinned, and under the intense heat, a flush of red bloomed across her face. She shook her head, bracing her hands on her knees as she gasped for air.

Xue Hai’s complexion turned deathly pale. He clutched his injured hand, staring in terror at the person before him. Though the man spoke calmly, his words seemed to carry the glint of blades and shadows; in the blink of an eye, he felt as though he had been riddled with holes by his opponent’s words.

"You and your smooth talk!" Hearing the sweet nothings in her ear, Isabella couldn't help but blush, sighing as she leaned into Xia You’s embrace.

Just as his soul was being extracted, violent commotion erupted in a room in a corner of the Profound Emperor’s Soul Realm.

As soon as the Retired Emperor finished his porridge, he said with great sternness, "Tell the Prince to come see me immediately once he wakes up. He’s a grown man, yet he’s acting like this—it’s truly disgraceful."

Xiao Jing herself didn't know how many times she had fallen from the high wall. She lacked physical strength, endurance, and explosive power. In short, she was currently like a raw recruit just entering the army—not only clumsy in her movements, but foolish as well.

Hmph! Even if she wasn't the best in the world, who said fighting had to rely on brute force? Surely one could win through wit, right?

Being someone close to the Sovereign—that was known to everyone in the Palace of Soul Dao; it was hardly a secret.

Nangong Ling was heavily intoxicated. After several attempts to steady him, he finally got him upright, snatched the wine from Nangong Ling’s hand, and walked out, ignoring the drunken fool howling in agony beside them.

Only pseudo-sages and saints of the same level could take their corpses away without putting themselves in danger.

He paused for a moment and then walked toward him, his expression rigid and unmoved, completely untouched by the other’s smile.

Having said that, he picked up the Erguotou on the table and downed it in one gulp. Long Qingyun wore a solemn expression, exuding a stern, intimidating aura that commanded respect without anger.

Ling Xiao: It would be a lie to say I’m not nervous. I’ve practiced for too short a time, and I’m afraid that if the muscle memory hasn't formed, I’ll make a mistake on stage.

With the families of the maidservants in her grasp, Chu Danfeng wasn't worried about being betrayed, even if the maidservant were discovered.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ying was stunned. She wanted to curse under her breath. Is this man sick? If I don't come to thank him, he’s unhappy; if I do come to thank him, he acts as if he’s doing me a huge favor. Did I beg you for your charity?

It was only a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones a month; for the immense wealth of the Taihe Academy, that was merely a drop in the bucket.

He had intended to pick a soft target to crush first to boost morale, but he hadn't expected to hit a nail instead, leaving his hand covered in blood.

Ling Xiao knew that in such matters, following normal procedures was better. If Qiao Yu arranged things directly for Ling Xiao, it might lead to unfavorable news.

The Zhou family also loved eating crab. Grandma Zhou had a knack for picking them; not only were they all lively and vigorous, but they were also full of roe and fat, which was said to be a real treat.

Xiao Yuan returned to the undersea cave dwelling, tidied up a little, and then set off with Gu Changsheng toward the next coordinate.

"Brother Xiao, are you really planning to force your way across the Endless Sea and break through that barrier to return to your homeland?" Ghost Emperor Seven asked Xiao Ran after some thought.

"Sigh, gentlemen, your situation is looking very grim indeed." Master Murong glanced at the others, sat down helplessly in a chair, and lowered his head, hiding most of his figure in the shadows. He looked like a bat dwelling in a cave, not easily seen by ordinary people.

After Qi Xiu swallowed, he looked at the opening he had bitten into the ice ball. The pure white pear pulp inside looked just like fresh fallen snow—delicate and frost-like.

The entire banquet was filled with joy and laughter. Ye Chen drank heartily, and by the time the banquet ended, he didn't even know. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

Fortunately, Liang Han pulled Han Feiliu back in time, preventing her from angrily attacking Qin Zihao.

On the walls on both sides, countless soldiers suddenly appeared in rows. Bows, drawn to their maximum tension, were emitting a menacing hum. It was as if a provoked beast were growling threats and warnings from deep within its throat.

Sigh, one cannot blame Lin Bafang for making such an excessive request; he had received a message. The message was from Li Bai, congratulating him on his level-up and sending him a red envelope containing a magical treasure.