Bamboo Horse's Wish Challenge (5)

Even among cultivators at the Solid Dan realm, this ancient demon was unquestionably a top-tier existence in terms of sheer strength.

At this moment, Hu Zhanpeng lay on the ground in a wretched state, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. Countless bones throughout his body were broken, and he spasmed uncontrollably.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Zhang Zhen, leaving no room for refusal, arranged for Song Yingxing to bathe and change his clothes, and personally ordered a meal. Seeing such solemn hospitality, Old Yang and Mrs. Liu dared not slack off. Old Yang led Song Yingxing to the side room to wash up, while Mrs. Liu hurried off to the kitchen.

Shebi Corpse felt not the slightest bit of anxiety. He knew very well that since the sun sets at Yuchuan and rises at Yanggu, the spaces connecting these two places must be mutually accessible.

This was a sword without a pommel or a guard; the blade and the hilt seemed naturally forged as one, and the scabbard was cylindrical. Rather than calling it a sword, it resembled a sword-club.

"It doesn't matter. Yunzhi just enjoys playing a bit," Ye Man said with a soft, gentle smile, her red lips parting slightly to reveal her teeth.

The fissures in their bodies were linked together by an unknown blue light, propping up a gateway of light. The cyan-blue portal flickered with an enchanting glow, and from within that azure radiance, a bizarrely shaped sword slowly emerged.

After two months of continuous experimentation and refinement, and drawing upon memories of later generations, the first striker-fired rifle independently designed by Zhang Zhen was finally completed.

"What else is there to say now? Fairy Mu has dug up my entire background!" Su Hong said helplessly.

Jing An froze for a moment before taking the cloak. After neatly folding it, she returned the bundle to its original spot.

Previously, when Hu Yan used the convergence of the five qi to enter the chaotic space, he had instantly opened his perception through temporal awareness. Once his divine sense reached a certain intensity, his soul could achieve the state of wandering beyond the physical realm through out-of-body projection. However, this was by no means a simple task.

Right now, my only hope is that regarding the matter of Brother Yun's death, he must not have been lying to me.

"Big brother, what are you two fussing about?" Luyi asked, utterly bewildered. In her eyes, Wuqiu had always been on very good terms with Hu Yan; whenever Hu Yan encountered any danger, Wuqiu would invariably be the first to rush to his aid.

Fu Shiyi could not quite make sense of it, but Fu Da was utterly stunned by the corpse of the giant, mountain-like Centipede Ant King. Taking advantage of his distraction, the two Fire Cloud Chickens under his armpits immediately broke free, fluttered to the ground, and began pecking and devouring the centipede ants one by one.

She produced an archaic passage token, infused it with a strand of true essence, and silently chanted an incantation. Instantly, a flash of spiritual light erupted from the token, casting a reflection upon the ancient withered tree. The trunk of the ancient tree swayed, and a narrow fissure materialized, gradually expanding. Fu Shiyi swept it with her divine sense and then leaped straight into the gap.

Time flew by, and the sky gradually darkened as a new moon slowly ascended. Beside the brightly lit lotus pond, countless young talents began donning various prepared masks to conceal their true identities.

A flurry of emotions surged into his mind, causing Liu Chao's body to tremble violently with terror.

"I understand," Beichuan Temple nodded, politely greeting the other substitute teachers before taking his leave.

"True enough. Nowadays, more and more people are heading out to search for food and living resources, and the monsters in the city aren't that strong, so there really aren't many left," Mu Chenghe agreed with a nod.

In desperation, Li Yuan led Old Sun and Li Moxi fleeing into the Ghost Fog Forest, presenting them with the spiritual medicine concocted by the Imperial Preacher. Applied to canvas, it could ward off the miasma poison, allowing them to cross safely.

"A secret!" Yang Ming smiled mysteriously. Lan Lin's birthday was clearly recorded in the medical case analysis, down to the exact hour and date of her birth.

This direct involvement of immortal cultivators in secular affairs resulted in the coexistence of immortal cultivation families alongside traditional sects within the cultivation world. Moreover, the unions of cultivators carried a very high probability of producing offspring with superior constitutions. Consequently, the influence of cultivation families in many regions of the Beizhan Continent far surpassed that of the sects.

"So it was all a dream..." Zou Qiqi woke up, discovering that her entire body was drenched in sweat, her bangs plastered against her forehead and cheeks, while her heart pounded furiously, refusing to calm down for a long time.

However, what Zhang Cuishan failed to notice was that behind him, a faint, semi-materialized figure was also fainting, their twin breathing sounds echoing in harmony. The scene at that moment was truly beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Exactly! Are we, because of our humble origins, devoid of human character and dignity?!" another cultivator shouted indignantly.

"Clan Head Nangong, if you have any thoughts on the matter, just speak your mind directly!" one of them blurted out.

The two of them were stopped at the entrance by several security guards who demanded to know their business, as both of their faces were unfamiliar and clearly not residents of the complex.

At this moment, the Third Prince had quite a few defensive measures at his disposal. If he were to deploy these defensive arts, blocking everything unfolding before him would not pose any great difficulty at all.

To finish grading all the test papers, Su Man had pushed herself until one o'clock in the morning last night before finally sleeping, which explained why her complexion looked rather worse than before.

"So you refused to tell me? Were you worried I'd find out, or were you worried about who was actually involved in that incident?" Nie Qingqing asked, having remained seated for a long time.

The garrison commander gave a wry smile. People of the Longevity Sect sought immortality; how could such individuals ever bring themselves to set fire to their own homes?

Gazing at the rare, beautiful smile blooming on Xia Wanrou's face, Lin Feng suddenly felt that this trip had been entirely worthwhile.

After finishing dinner absentmindedly, Wen Shang wanted to step forward to question Yue Chu, but the latter turned on her heel and went to prepare the braised dishes.

"I don't know," the lean manager shook his head. That was something he genuinely had no clue about; his master currently harbored no intentions of taking a princess consort.

In truth, Lin Feng was quite conflicted inside. He had no desire to restrict Bai Muxue; he merely worried that once she became a celebrity, she might attract the attention of malicious eccentric individuals. His interference in Bai Muxue's choices was entirely motivated by a concern for her safety.

He had still been counting on winning the wager. Had he known that Ma Dong had already lost his nerve, he would never have gone to such lengths, but would have merely participated in the assessment as a formality, sparing himself so many troubled thoughts.