Chapter 51

When I returned to the office, it was already time for the meeting. As soon as I took my seat in the conference room, He Xiao walked in followed by He Zelin.

Mu Meiqing's chest was still very soft, but suddenly the doorknob turned. I hurriedly withdrew my hand, only to see my mother walking in with a plate of freshly cut fruit.

Without harboring any unrealistic expectations, he followed the Daoist master's teachings and began to comprehend the power of faith existing in this world. Closing his eyes in meditation, channeling his vital energy to the elixir field and all the acupuncture points across his body, he focused inwardly, gazing at the tip of his nose while steadying his mind. The Confucian classic in his pocket was also emitting a faint glow to empower him.

When the two of them caught sight of each other, they smiled and extended their hands.

Witnessing this, Li Xiaoyi silently put away the Soul-Slicing Saber. Surrounded by enemies on all sides, the only thing he could truly rely on was...

Those men of his could not simply be missing; they must be dead. They were not outsiders, but rather brothers who had fought alongside him to conquer the realm. There was no need to suspect that they would collude with external foes and run off after finishing off Third Master Ma.

Around three o'clock in the night, I finally got all my thoughts down on paper, stretched lazily, and returned to my bedroom to rest. Only then did I have a sound and peaceful sleep.

On the European battlefield, the armed mecha driven by Hu Bayi was darting wildly through the air like a headless fly. The violent swaying forces almost shook Wu Xue off several times. Seeing this, even she, usually so calm, could not help cursing while gripping the controls even tighter with all her might.

Shiba behind him gave a loud acknowledgment, let out a sharp whistle to Shibo and the others, and the five of them took off running at full speed toward the secluded valley.

Compared to several years ago, Arceus's aura was clearly much weaker, falling short even of when he possessed only thirty percent of his power back then.

Thus, I chanted Old Qi's eight characters of birth, pointed my finger at the paper crane hovering in mid-air by the fatty, and after the crane flapped its wings a few times, it flew off toward the south. Without a pause, I began chasing after the paper crane.

Upon hearing me out, Black Impermanence slapped his forehead and cried out, "This is bad! We must hurry and inform the Heavenly Emperor of Hell!"

Yue Feng watched as Feng Qingyang's figure finally vanished into the distance, then turned around to head back. A trace of reluctance welled up in his heart, accompanied by a sudden sense of emptiness. Shaking his head, Yue Feng headed toward Mount Hua.

"What, flying into a rage out of humiliation, thinking I am threatening you? Yu Shenli, do not forget that originally—mmm mmm—" Yu Shenli directly ripped off Biling's veil and covered her lips with a kiss, blocking all further words from Fairy Biling.

Looking at those massive carp, I could only swallow my saliva, thinking to myself: Just wait until I get back up there, I'll bring a fishing net and catch the whole lot of you in one go. As the two of them walked deeper into the water, advancing another dozen meters or so, the underwater environment had grown quite dark, though fortunately, shapes were still vaguely discernible.

Tang Hao lowered his left hand, and blood dripped down his index finger onto the ground, blending seamlessly with the black soil.

"Xia Youyou, if you act this recklessly and thoughtless again next time, I will not be polite with you." Ouyang Luo's overbearing tone returned once more.

Chou nodded, threw on a garment, and prepared to lead us to the backyard. But the moment we stepped out of the house, my attention was caught by the stone mill. The mill was inexplicably radiating a chilling aura—something I had failed to notice earlier, perhaps due to my overriding anxiety for Lin Meier.

It would likely not be long before he, much like Feng Qingyang, became a pillar of the Mount Hua Sect whose mere presence struck awe across the world. Even if he were to truly become the sect leader one day, nothing would change unless he wished it so. Yet, this was precisely what Yue Feng desired. Nodding once more, Yue Feng turned to withdraw.

Ever since he first sensed the spiritual sea in his dantian and embarked on a frenzied path of cultivation, stepping foot into the Blood Nether Forbidden Land, the destiny of the weak had already been rewritten. Single-handedly defying countless cultivators, the moniker of Yama was forged right here and became widely known to the world.

"To think such a powerful grand array truly exists! Forget it, forget it. If this continues, I shall surely forfeit my life here." Envoy Youming actually began to harbor thoughts of retreat.

"This person I do recognize." Old Fu moved his finger downward, pointing to the fourth photo from the bottom. There were far fewer people in that frame, with the central figure being the individual who had earlier rushed over from behind. This time, he was about to get into a car, exposing his face clearly.

The light sword grew ever larger in their pupils, the icy gleam at its tip filling their entire field of vision. Accompanied by a fleeting chill, the sword pierced mercilessly through their bodies, tearing through flesh and blood. It consecutively impaled seven Dust-Cleansing Realm cultivators, spun around in mid-air, and swept back once again.

Ye Feng was once again stunned in place. As expected of the true premier club of Pingchuan, ten billion in liquid assets plus a certain degree of industry influence were only enough to qualify for the lowest-tier bronze membership. Such a person would undoubtedly be treated as a top-tier VIP customer at Royal No. 1 Club.

"Age thirteen, mid-stage Spirit Sky realm, upper-third grade talent." The frigid voice echoed out from the cold stone, yet it stirred up an extraordinary wave of commotion and heated excitement.

Wukong descended into demonic madness, and Qingcheng stepped forward to prevent this catastrophe, trying to persuade Wukong. Yet the heavens themselves grieved for it. Wukong slew Qingcheng with his own hands, and the fairy slowly collapsed into his embrace, bearing him no resentment. For she knew that Wukong was everything she loved.

Who could have ever imagined that the stately City Lord's Mansion of Mochen in the state of Liang would feature such shoddy construction? With a sharp 'rip', the gauze curtain was torn away from the wooden frame, tumbling down to land directly upon Luo Nuxuan, wrapping around her head like an ethnic minority maiden wearing a scarf.

Humanity is subject to three urgent matters, and the one concerning Feng Lin was the most urgent and peculiar of all. In haste comes error, and the error was that it had come to pass.

Cold sweat continuously beaded on Jiang Dong's forehead. He had anticipated that the Xue family might have defensive measures in place, but he never dreamed they would be so vicious—this was even more ruthless than direct extermination. Lin Yuling should also have been implanted with such an ice talisman; why had she never mentioned it?

Stepping forward toward me one pace at a time, the shadow reached the center of the tent. I hurriedly covered the box, slapped a talisman onto it, and wheeled around to dart toward the wall where the shadow's gaze rested.

We waited until late into the night before quietly carrying Ah Fu's corpse out into the wilderness. Observing the celestial phenomena and correlating them with the positions of the stars, Qi Tianyang selected an auspicious plot for Ah Fu and began locating the meridian point.

"Old Jiang, word of your doom kept coming from outside. We thought you were dead," said Golden Donkey, baring his large front teeth in excitement.

"If he didn't die, how could he become a ghost?" Qi Tianyang's response made my question sound utterly idiotic.

Bosh and James executed a pick-and-roll, forcing Iguodala to guard the 2-11 Bosh. Bosh had been largely quiet throughout the game, but when it mattered most, he did not betray James's trust.