Volume 1, Chapter 47: Furious Enough to Drive Her Mad

Limited by natural talent, within the Three Realms, ninety-nine point nine percent of the human race follow the path of Qi refinement. As for the demon race outside of humanity, the vast majority practice body refinement, while spiritual entities without physical forms are restricted to the refinement of essence.

Stung by the pain, the Thunder Lizard let out a miserable screech, its body spinning like a whirlwind as its long tail violently whipped toward Su Yu.

"Brother Zhang, just now when you weren't here, Brother Yifei said he had irrefutable proof that I willingly slept with his dad. I simply refuse to believe that something fake can be turned into real, humph!" Ding Fei complained angrily, looking quite upset.

Amidst the endless sounds of slaughter in the night, a freezing aura spread from the void across the boundless earth, seeping even into the heart of the stone giant.

Therefore, whether it is a phoenix or a poison-bird, both kinds of birds harbor intense malevolence and gloom within their bodies. Suppressing the inherent aura of their true forms is exceedingly difficult.

That is true. Across the entire Hunter Guild, only the Guildmaster’s cultivation can rival Madam Tianyu. Now that the Guildmaster is away, Madam Tianyu has barged in directly, completely ignoring all etiquette.

"Piss off and face the wall for ten years, and I'll spare your life!" With a kick from the patriarch, Huolian finally snapped out of it and scrambled away on all fours.

Brother Youcai smiled without a word, turning to walk toward a wooden chair. He placed the bulging cloth bag in his hand onto the chair before returning to his original spot.

Brother Youcai was speechless. Without a salary or dividends, only a ghost would be willing to endure a bunch of restrictive rules and join a studio.

A large portion of cultivators never even reach the limit of their innate talent; especially when their cultivation is still low, they perish due to various unforeseen mishaps. Those who truly make it to the very end might not even number a third.

Knowing that the people around An'an were fiercely protective of her, Ye Lixin did not say much more. He looked at the sleeping An'an, figuring that she would likely sleep for a long time. Deciding not to pester them further, he said a word to Liang Rou and left.

I brushed his hand away directly and walked downstairs. Xie Dong stood there watching, but unexpectedly did not follow.

"Kangsheng, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who is useless? If you have the guts, say that again!" Kang Shuai looked at this half-brother of his with intense anger. Because of their respective statuses, the two of them were practically always at odds.

Looking at Mu Yan, the Old Madam's smiling expression faded away, yet her eyes were filled with deep longing and faint tears, devoid of any blame.

"That is what His Imperial Uncle means, but I always feel something is amiss," Liu Jian worriedly pondered.

"Hey, hey, I can change by myself. Why don't you head out?" Inside the fitting room, Ruan Meng said to the gentle girl.

"A top-laner with exceptional mechanics will undoubtedly possess formidable jungle-farming capabilities," Wang Yue scoffed coldly.

She harbored an intense hatred toward the shopkeeper for striking Lawei, and seeing his dogmatic attitude of looking down on people, how could she possibly yield an inch? Her lifelong personal code had always been that kindness could go unrewarded, but vengeance must always be exacted.

Seeing that the people around her showed no reaction at all, Helan Yao looked up toward Long Jinyu just in time to see him smiling at her ambiguously from afar, supported by two of his beauties.

The Empress Dowager took a slight step forward, her red-soled shoes treading right in front of Xuan Yuyu—the soles stained with blood, yet still as crimson as when she first arrived.

Led by Dong Xi and Chen Wu, eight thousand elite troops of Jiangdong surged fiercely toward the Qin army. Zhou Yu could be said to have prepared for the worst-case scenario; he had even ordered his men to bring scaling ladders and catapults, while instructing his subordinates to stand ready for reinforcements at a moment's notice.

Liu Yifei stood outside the car door. She had witnessed the intimate activity between Jackie and Xu Mingmei inside the car earlier, and had waited until Xu Mingmei left before coming over.

Ye Zilu also warned them that the path of cultivation is long, and for a long time—especially in the beginning—one will not perceive any obvious growth in spiritual power. Therefore, one must guard against impatience and rushing for success.

"Prove it to us—this so-called Mysterious Demonic Token of yours," Blood-Drinking King Shang said coldly. Indeed, he knew nothing of the Four Demonic Tokens, and upon being mocked, he grew furious, treating Ye Zilu and his companions with utter disdain.

The Heaven Ranking is the most mystical and formidable martial artist ranking in this world. Rumors say the strongest person on it is the Third Scholar, a man named An Zi, who supposedly serves as the king of some overseas island.

"Once you tell me, I will let you leave. As for your clothes, I offer my apologies," I said.

A flash of disappointment crossed Henry's eyes, and he remained silent. Conversely, Jamie became convinced the plan would succeed, executing a complete 180-degree shift in attitude and vigorously trying to persuade Simon.

The man in the suit smiled and said, "Sir, for outsiders, the standard card-issuing fee is thirteen million." With that, he stared at me as if certain I couldn't produce that kind of money.

Guanyue, the fairy who accompanied her, possessed the gentlest temperament. Although her cultivation was merely that of an Upper Immortal of Primordial Clarity, she shared the same master as the Spiritual Emperor and was deeply favored, allowing her to command respect before most immortals. Even Shui Ning was unwilling to needlessly make an enemy of her.

Glancing around at the traces of their passionate encounter in the room, and recalling what Jenny had said before leaving, he felt utterly bewildered. Jenny had no idea that his year on the battlefield had honed his alertness to such a degree that even in his sleep, his vigilance remained razor-sharp, allowing him to clearly overhear her talking to herself.