Chapter 39

I offered a reluctant smile, and Shen Linfeng returned to his room first; it was evident that he was quite obedient to his father.

"My partner passed away last year, leaving behind only an intact physical body, while his primordial spirit vanished. I thought he was truly gone, so I... I consumed his body..." This fellow demon cultivator spoke with shocking candor, his expression filled with endless remorse.

Just then, a cold sneer echoed from ahead of me, coming from none other than that fake snake-head.

Shopkeeper Cheng and the others watched the two depart, completely baffled. They could not fathom why Elder Qiao, who was usually arrogant and dismissive of everyone, would be so obedient to a stranger. They could not understand it; with their limited perspective, they were unable to grasp what had transpired between them.

"Yes, sir!" Li Lianying placed the box on a low table nearby, opened it, and picked up the dark brown memorial on top. He unfolded it and began to read it out in a clear, resonant voice.

Yet, just as I turned my head, I was startled to discover that there was absolutely no one behind me.

In this inner palace, the only person who did not engage in the power struggles, aside from the Noble Consort, was her. It seems the ceremony to enthrone the Empress will begin soon.

"Heh, you guessed right. Those two were indeed pathetic; they couldn't even handle a mere second-tier practitioner of the Five Elements like me." Dian Feng sneered. Judging by the aura of these men, it was clear they had no intention of letting this go.

Therefore, one must learn a fire-control technique to become a competent blacksmith or alchemist.

At first glance, some of the holdouts thought the average price for this batch of "specially supplied" residences was very low—only 30,000 per square meter. This price was unimaginable by the West Lake in 2006, as the "West Lake No. 8 Mansion" next door was already selling for 60,000 and the price was still climbing.

"Good! We shall join forces with you Xiongnu to teach the Han army a lesson and make them crawl back to the Central Plains!" Tuoba Ying declared.

The old woman, unable to swallow her anger, took her own life, bottling up that resentment in her heart.

"The scenario was indeed randomly generated. There are no traces of code tampering; the opponent was simply lucky," Fang Tianhe said softly.

However, for a vehicle like this off-roader, one shouldn't expect much in the way of comfort. The focus is entirely on off-road performance, and other aspects must be sacrificed.

"No matter!" Song Lingyun said dismissively. When he asked at the time, his focus was not on that at all; he originally intended for Amaterasu to get to the point, and she had not misunderstood, following his instructions perfectly.

Ning Yi quickly ordered a few more chicken skewers, then looked around and found a convenience store nearby. He told Taeyeon he was going to grab some drinks and got up to leave.

Placing the fragrant and visually appealing breakfast on the table, Ning Yi sat in his chair and waited quietly for Taeyeon, the ring on his finger shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the window.

"It was to save a child. After all, I live in the world of the living and cannot truly remain indifferent. I hope the honorable envoy will not make things difficult for my two disciples; they were merely acting on my orders," Yang Xuantong said with a smile.

The beast Baxia’s pillar-like legs pulsed with dark light below, and as it raised its dragon head toward the sky, a roar that shook the sea echoed into the ears of every demon beast. The sound, piercing to the soul, caused the dozen sailors on the ship to faint instantly. Leng Tian and his two companions fared no better, their minds reeling with dizziness.

Tengchong has many auction houses, but the most dominant one is this: The Jade Totem Auction House.

Flying wildly along the way, the flames covering Gu Hao’s body gradually subsided, and his flesh and blood emerged. He no longer looked like the fireball that had just leapt from the molten lava.

"Two hundred and one hundred gold coins! Is there anyone offering a higher price?" Yan Jiao grew anxious. These Western region nobles were nothing special; the importance lay in the slave's excellent aptitude. A starting price of twenty thousand did not seem high for the auction floor, and she had expected a fierce competition, but now it seemed no one was interested in this "commodity."

Cheng Kun sat on the second-floor balcony of the villa, waiting for a long time, but when Li Haolong failed to appear, he became discouraged. Lighting a cigarette, he muttered to himself, "Damn it, did I miscalculate? Is that bastard Li Haolong not coming?"

"Fatty? I hate it when people call me that!" The fat man, hearing the hooligan's words, said angrily and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. The hooligan clutched his face, rolling on the ground in agony. Seeing this, the others exchanged glances and rushed toward the fat man together.

Just then, Liu Yong and Han Mei walked in, Han Mei’s head wrapped in bandages. Li Haolong asked with concern, "Manager Han, how is your injury?"

Meanwhile, Hell King and Megatron were fighting here, seemingly at the same time, across hundreds of thousands of space-times with different rules and conflicting flows of time. Countless overlapping, layered phantoms of Hell King and Megatron existed simultaneously in a way humans could not comprehend.

"The Imperial Family?" A cold voice emerged from the youth’s lips, his deep eyes filled with nothing but churning gloom.

Moreover, he was a genius who could slaughter the Uchiha clan in his youth; to what realm must his mastery of genjutsu have reached today?

Either being pierced by steel bars or crushed by rocks, the entire process was filled with unknowns and tension.

"My Prince, six post-celestial cultivators are tracking us." Once Zhao Zhou sensed these people, he sent a telepathic message to Qin De, wanting to know if some enemy had seized this opportunity to hunt them down.

"Cousin, what’s wrong?" Ji Xiaofan felt very happy to see Mu Qinglan had come specifically to find her, but seeing her speechless, she looked at her curiously.

Fearing that Zhang Yang was unaware of Minister Liang's status, Lin Caiwei leaned in and whispered a few words.

He had a mountain of troubles as well. On a grand scale, the global situation troubled him; he always felt that the stars were full of malicious people, and with Earth's technological level, it had no ability to protect itself.

Zhang Yang inadvertently noticed that the iron object peeking out from the bag the other person was carrying looked familiar.

Before they danced, everyone had been bolstered by Liu Mingyuan’s dharma seals. A soaring sense of dread flowed continuously toward him. The energy gained this time was enough for him to cause trouble in Japan and the United States next time; he could even use many powerful spells multiple times.

After the young master finished speaking, he drained his cup, his spirit soaring, hoping to befriend this "Inspector Zhao" or perhaps curry favor with him.

"Forget it, as long as you're happy." Fang Zhendong didn't press the issue further, instead continuing to let Gao Shuhua help him carry the thirty-five brides.

"Senior Brother Geng, I have tolerated you time and again out of respect for our shared apprenticeship. It is not that I cannot defeat you!" Zan Zichen said, somewhat angrily, holding his sword horizontally before him.