Volume 1, Chapter 24: Treading the Sword to Slay the Tiger Demon!

The "Chapter on Controlling Objects" in the Nine Essentials of Body Refining states: "Body-refining cultivators are unlike Qi-condensing sorcerers who can sense the five elements of heaven and earth to manifest the wonders of nature. However, they may borrow the power of artifacts to compensate for their inability to perceive such forces; this process is known as the art of controlling objects." Thus, when Zhao Fusheng first established a spiritual connection with an artifact, he was establishing this very relationship of borrowing power. The book further notes: "Artifacts have existed between heaven and earth for centuries, even millennia, their charm inexhaustible; thus, the power borrowed from them is likewise endless."

If only she could, she truly wished that none of this had happened and that things would not continue in this fashion. Empress Yun’s greatest regret now was that when Yun Chi had told her he wanted to marry Li Jingyi, she had not agreed immediately; at that time, Qin Huiniang was still around, and at the very least, he would not have reached such levels of absurdity.

Caught once again in a pincer attack by Sasa and Leve, I remained calm. Just as their strikes were about to land, I dodged again, leaving a phantom image in my wake while my true self had already circled behind Sasa.

The Gan family of North Chu is sworn by life to protect all ghostly energy in the world to ensure peace; this is the family motto, though Father never allowed them to commit it to memory.

"Audacious! How dare you strike my disciple!" A booming voice suddenly rang out nearby. At the same time, a black iron rod flew from the air, straight and true, knocking all of the gunman's bullets to the ground.

"What?" The Lord of North City was stunned. Was this why it had never won a single encounter after meeting you?

"Dragon... Apothecary Dragon, this stone spider is actually suspended in mid-air. What the hell is going on?" Hong Budong was the first to shout.

People of this sort would do anything for the organization; even if ordered to kill their own parents, they would not hesitate.

"If your master says it’s there, then it must be. We must be using the wrong method to search," I consoled Fatty Hong.

Many who had benefited from Hua Shiyi’s kindness felt a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been slapped.

Lin Feng looked back at the sect, his expression devoid of deep emotion. He nodded to Lin Cai and the others, and in an instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Something soft beneath him—it didn't feel like a daybed... As the realization dawned on him, Lin Ye’s face turned even uglier than if he had eaten excrement. He turned his head mechanically to look.

Qin Feng halted his movements, baring his teeth as he cracked his neck. With black-red pupils, he glared at the Drunken Madman, completely deaf to the man's words.

The only fear was that some unassuming fellow might leap out from behind the leaders of China and beat their Japanese Martial God until he vomited blood.

Nangong Luo seemed somewhat surprised, not expecting Tang Yao to identify his status so accurately.

"If you really want it, if it's truly unbearable, I can give it to you. It doesn't matter," Su Ran said, accommodating me.

It was very quiet, as if nothing had happened at all. Lin Ye looked toward the tree he had just been observing; there was no sharp sword beneath it, nor was there any sign of Guan Zixuan.

Since it was not yet confirmed whether Yuan Yin was in Shui'an City, Lin Ye could not teleport directly to the city housing the Nether Palace. Besides, it was deep in the night; even if Lin Ye wanted to use the teleportation array, he could not.

Just then, the plane had left the American airspace control zone, and three Chinese fighter jets immediately arrived to escort the civil airliner, one on each side and one behind.

After all, Zhang Huang was merely an accident. Compared to today’s real business, he was insignificant! It was impossible to waste all their resources on him. They could take their time later; there would be plenty of opportunities.

"Thank you, Brother Feng!" The two were thrilled and overjoyed to have received Liu Feng's autograph, departing in high spirits.

Just as Ouyang Shaofeng thought he was about to die, he realized nothing had happened. Opening his eyes, he saw Liu Feng standing before him with a beaming smile. By now, he had already stowed away his demon sword, and the sky had cleared, as if everything that had just occurred had never taken place.