Volume 1, Chapter 66: Honest Advice is Hard to Swallow

Ning Tianlin smiled. Naturally, he would not answer directly, nor would he tell her that this information came from the most incredible combat power system in the entire universe. After all, even now, he was genuinely curious about the origins of this system and why it had chosen to cultivate him.

The priest continued to scream, being tossed through the gaps between the holy wall and the top of the sewer like a juggler.

"Father, with such a brilliant strategy, why don't we report it to the King of Great Xia? If successful, it will undoubtedly be a monumental contribution," the young man said with an excited expression.

From Zhu Tianjie's perspective, his Thirty-Six Transformations of Heavenly Gang were flawless, undetectable even by quasi-sages. How on earth had Sun Wukong managed to identify him? Or had he somehow given away a flaw?

Operating under a time dilation of twenty times, Lin Chen spent a little over two months—equivalent to just a few days in the outside world—crafting ten Heaven-Shattering Shuttles and six thousand seven hundred and eighty-two array flags.

How long had it been since the vast Mount Tai region last saw rain? With the scorching sun high in the sky, you suddenly conjured up such a massive area of dense fog—even a fool could tell something was amiss.

At this moment, Lin Chen had completed the deployment of his array. Using his primordial spirit power, he began to manipulate the formation to break the barrier.

Could everything Lin Chen had just experienced—the section of the World Tree's root he had witnessed—have been nothing more than a dream?

"Xu Ming can only die by my hand!" Jian Yi sneered inwardly. In truth, he looked down upon the other Heavenly Sovereigns. Even though he was merely a "lower Heavenly Sovereign," his strength surpassed that of the other infiltrating "middle Heavenly Sovereigns."

The final voice shouted with throat-shattering desperation, as if exhausting every ounce of its remaining strength. The crowd turned to look, only to see a man with a pale face and sweat-drenched skin, clearly burdened by heavy debts incurred for the sake of that figure.

The Citizens' Assembly held no military power and could not threaten the imperial family. While the royal family was more than just a symbolic totem, they were held in check by the Dao Palace and thus could not replace the Assembly either.

"A thousand elite troops?" Huangfu Song shook his head. What good would these fifteen hundred men do? Once the garrison commanders in Luoyang reacted, they would be facing an army of eight thousand. Even the Tiger贲 Guards were a well-trained force; how could they possibly win with a mere fifteen hundred men?

He also realized that he was unwilling to close the notebook before the ink was dry, lest it smudge the milky-white paper.

It wasn't that Li Anna was boastful; from the perspective of the Daoist sects, abyss creatures were indeed not particularly formidable. A fifth-tier grand sword cultivator could walk sideways through the upper layers of the abyss.

"Concept?" Guo Jia rubbed the bridge of his nose. Every time Liu Xie popped out some novel vocabulary, he had to ponder it for half a day.

Six years had passed. She had not come when her mother was buried, nor did she ever show up during the annual Qingming Festival. She often suffered from nightmares during sleep, dreaming that her mother's remains were left unattended and eventually abandoned in a mass grave.

Rhodes Island's brilliant counter-attack forced Rodriguez to calm down. In the initial assault, they had lost more than Metatelin, even though Metatelin's entire force was wiped out.

Li Ying cast a reproachful glare at Shen Yang before inquiring about going to the archery team for training. Shen Yang had previously promised to occasionally attend training, and now that he was back at the training base, it was only proper for him to put in some practice.

The events in the dense woods of the school thus came to an end, leaving behind no traces. Those who left had departed, and those who vanished had long since turned into black powder, dissolving into the air as if they had never existed.

Hearing it this way, it seemed the duchy intended to democratize knowledge, making it available to anyone willing to spend merit points.

Chu Ming couldn't figure it out either, and on this trip to Changlin, he wanted to get to the bottom of why his mother had left the Qi family, and why she would rather die than return to it.

Judging by the hurried tone, Su Yuchu didn't probe further. The reporters at the company entrance had already been driven away, and Song Kexin had arranged for a company car to pick up and drop off Su Yuchu, making the entire journey smooth and unobstructed.

The opponent seemed to have practiced bodybuilding, boasting a decent physique. Whether intentional or not, he wore a Versace vest that flaunted his muscles.

Zhao Huitong nodded and sat down at the edge of the bed. Seeing Jiang Bing's truly terrible complexion, a trace of forbearance flickered in her heart; this man seemed someone she didn't quite understand.

Nian Jiyao remembered that on the day of her wedding, her grandfather seemed to have said he had something to tell her on the day of her return visit home.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daguo sank into despair. This matter had clearly happened to Xiaomin, so how was he, as a father, supposed to explain it?

Unfortunately, he had no idea that Sachiko Sato had laid two massive traps for him, each of which would drive him to his doom.

Yet, realizing that it was Feng Yu himself, her chest swelled with warmth, and a trace of sweet delicacy welled up from the bottom of her heart.

I can neither express nor define it precisely, but if I had to choose, I would much rather stay with Jiang Xi.

The dark night passed, and the first rays of dawn quietly pierced through the gloom. The streets of Xuanhuo City were dead silent, with hardly a moving figure to be seen save for the night-watch garrison.

At this moment, Su's eyes finally opened during the match for the very first time. Countless rays of light seemed to reside within his gaze, and a formidable mental power burst forth in that instant. A mask appeared on his face—was it not precisely the skull of the Thousand-Eyed Biyun Beast?

Suddenly, elemental powers of water, earth, metal, and fire materialized and soared into the air. Ye Yiqing, leading the front, sensed the energy behind him, glanced back over his shoulder, and saw the multicolored forces converging.

Yun Feng silently cursed inwardly: Old fellow, if you didn't plan to warn me early, and only spoke up after I suffered losses, are you doing this on purpose, or are you just doing this on purpose?

Song Cheng chuckled dryly and lowered his head to gaze at the tea in his cup, attempting to soothe his growing unease.

Meanwhile, Xingchen had already sensed it—from all directions, ranging from the streets to the rooftops, the sound of increasingly dense footsteps echoed, while an even more intense stench of rot and fishy odors assaulted his senses.

The dinner began "smoothly" and ended just as "smoothly." Amidst the clinking of glasses and sumptuous dishes, everyone made no attempt to hide their satisfaction—everyone except Jiang Nian.

She did not know that her cell phone alarm was ringing once more, signaling that the old day had passed and a new day had arrived, bringing her nineteenth year to its end.

"Guo Wangchuan!" Hearing the anxious cries of his companions, he looked up at the sky, his consciousness gradually blurring.

Qiu Yan was also secretly reflecting. They were still too inexperienced. If Sister Chuntao were here, the princess certainly wouldn't have left without her and would have discussed everything with her first.

She hurried inside and saw the table littered with pristine white facial towels. Duanmu Xi was sobbing while wiping her nose, while Qi Shen sat silently on the sofa, head lowered as he drank beer.