Chapter 64: Chance Encounter at the Bar

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Previously, when they were riding in his father's car to the Su family's ancestral home, they had caught sight of a street cleaner on the road several times.
The imperial palace had strict regulations: external ministers and princes were not allowed to casually pay respects to the consorts of the inner palace without the emperor's permission.
While inwardly astonished at the incredible resilience of his physical body, Qin Yibai could not help but think of his eldest brother, and his reverence for Yuangu grew even deeper. Had it not for his eldest brother's myriad wondrous methods, he probably wouldn't even have a single bone left by this point.
As for the spiritual consciousness hand, it was even simpler for Qin Yibai. With the terrifying scale of his current spiritual consciousness, manipulating it came entirely to his will. It was simply that when casting the spell, he had integrated certain laws of spacetime, causing the time within his palm to traverse millions of years in a fraction of a second, which was why the man in black had become withered like dead wood.
General Wei Wu stepped out of the spacecraft, without waiting for Jin San, and strode resolutely into the station's main hall.
They could not retreat. After all, having paid the price of two to three thousand werewolf casualties, and with the assistance of the two Demon Eyes, the werewolf army had now successfully landed.
"Noble Consort, this maid has received word that the Second Prince's Consort wishes to see you," the maid whispered into Consort Qian's ear.
In fact, three months ago, Hu Xue, who had not long left Prince Chen's manor, had already sold this trinket off.
When he awoke, the windows were filled with a pristine white glow, though it did not look like sunlight, making it impossible to tell what time it was.
He strode forward, approaching the iron proof that was breathing fire at him. With lightning speed, he launched an attack, delivering a punch straight to the jaw.
"Oh, I've got the golden hand." She suddenly cried out in excitement, and then the entire dim room was left with only the click-clack sounds of playing a video game.
Having immobilized him, Cang Jianli waved both hands, sealing Asura in silence using a boundary seal, and repeatedly cast numerous restrictive spells crisscrossed outside the boundary before finally feeling at ease.
"Madame Delavalle?" Xiao Peng looked at Nicoletta Delavalle outside the door, somewhat puzzled.
The Lightning Soul-Pursuing Spear was custom-crafted by Cang Jianli himself and had been refined to the saint grade. The shaft was one zhang long and the blade was three chi. Visually, it looked like a sword welded onto a staff, allowing it to be used with any combat techniques of saber, spear, or sword.
Furthermore, as a twenty-four-year-old marshal, he was hailed throughout the Federation as the youngest marshal in history.
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"What the hell, do you have any conscience? I must reiterate once more: you guys are the ones who dragged me to Gaul!" Xiao Peng said.
Cang Jianli continued his narration: Eight hundred years ago, the eight figures of Wind and Cloud were completely obscure, and no one knew of their existence. One year, a fierce beast appeared in the Great Wilderness Mountains. This beast was Qiongqi, which was extremely ferocious and devoured all living things, turning every place it passed into a desolate wasteland.
Even though his academic performance was average, he knew that gemstones and glass could not possibly share the same composition.
Mu Cheng was currently a junior and not yet a senior; theoretically, there was no need for her to rush so anxiously to the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.
Back at Gubeikou, it was he who had personally gone to negotiate with the various merchants at the inn where he was staying, telling them that as a major caravan, they looked down upon the meager silver coins pooled together by everyone for protection fees, and waived those paltry sums for everyone.
You could not entirely say that; the vast majority of the time, Sakura was quite obedient to him, except when it came to things like street racing, where her attitude would completely flip.
You take resources proportionate to your capability; does a mere Valkyrie Association want to compete with us for resources?
"Finally found you, four Blood-Red Bodhi fruits! Heaven has not forsaken my Xuantian Sect! Even if it ultimately only produces two Saint-realm powerhouses, my Xuantian Sect! Hehehe~" He exclaimed in wonder, yet he did not relax his vigilance in the slightest. In this place, a single mistake on his part could cost him his life.
"Multiply this emotion of yours by a hundred times, and that is everyone else's reaction. So, I want you to forge it, and have it verified in the end," Huo Jun'an said flatly. He was so rational, and so calm—rational and calm to a terrifying degree.
The Ziwei Immortal Palace and the Xuantian Palace had never been particularly friendly, and the people present were already long used to it. They could only shake their heads and exchange smiles, neither daring to get involved in their affairs nor trying to smooth things over, fearing it would be a thankless task.
Hearing Li Lin mention VF pilots, Leng Tong's originally enthusiastic expression instantly darkened.
This world had become completely and thoroughly tainted. Fragrant jade could no longer evoke wild imaginations; she found it all terrifying. Sometimes her mind raced—today she was in the Yanxi Palace, but tomorrow, where would the road she wished to escape to be?
Flanking them on both sides were dense ranks of light cavalry, reigning in their horses at a moderate pace to keep abreast of the heavy cavalry, clearly serving as their vanguard and flank guard.
A subtle smile, imperceptible to most, appeared at the corner of Bei Zhiyao's mouth. It was like a ripple on the surface of a lake, swiftly sweeping across his face before condensing into two starlight points within his azure eyes, vanishing instantly into the depths of his gaze.
"Assassin, I advise you not to come running wild in Huaxia, otherwise, you will die a very ugly death," the middle-aged man said, frowning as he looked at the newcomer.
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The daytime summer temperature was scorching, but at this moment, the temperature in the space covered by the King's Club arena plummeted abruptly.
"What the hell, do you guys have any shame at all? Just tell me, out of everyone present, who provoked you first?" Zhang Tian appeared immediately and said.
At this moment, Bei Lan Laiye let out a sudden gasp of surprise, and the teacup she was previously holding was also stained with dust, a trace of grit smudging her fingertips.
Emperor Songlie's fingers slowly touched the purple-gold mask covering his face. It had only been seventeen years; if she were still alive, time would have made her beauty even more breathtaking, whereas he was merely a decaying monster who didn't even dare to face the sunlight.
As soon as Grandpa Ling returned to the carriage, Ling'er crowded around him, hugging him and asking coquettishly.
Along with the appearance of powerful figures from various major factions in Jiangnan, the red-haired youth's eyes turned malevolent, filled with a hint of disdain. In any case, he figured Zhang Tian was definitely a dead man.
However, if Sang Xia triggered her spiritual power imprint again, he would be able to sense it. Therefore, either she was tied up, or... no, that couldn't be.
Finally, she stopped behind the iron railing, her hands gripping the thick bars that were as thick as a wrist, her eyes fixed on Gong Luojie.
Bi Yuntao's expression was incomparably solemn, his gaze drifting intentionally or unintentionally toward the great mountains on the western horizon.
Suddenly, he heard a faint unusual movement above his head. Chu Feng, whose perceptual abilities far exceeded ordinary people's, reacted instantly, taking a fierce step forward.
"Well done, do you need any reward?" Mu Chang Gao intended to thoroughly pamper Su Yiyao, offering her anything she asked for, provided it was within reason.
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