Chapter 36

After all, ever since Wang Zhao had consumed the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, she had devoted her leisure time to the study of immortal herbs. She had heard nothing of them for years, yet now she had encountered so many at once, with other rare and precious flora she recognized scattered everywhere like common weeds.

Zhuang Yuehong had intended to defend Zheng Hua, but upon second thought, she felt it inappropriate to speak of it to Luo Yunchu and steered the conversation elsewhere.

A few days later, Ning Wangshu escorted Lin Qingzhu back to Linchuan. Since she had no pressing matters, Ning Ruoxuan did not bother to make the trip back to Linchuan herself, so Ning Wangshu returned directly to Jiangnan City after dropping Lin Qingzhu off.

Some mercenary outposts were equipped with weapon and gear fabrication modules. As they traveled between cities fulfilling missions, they would also take on the responsibility of upgrading or crafting armaments for others.

As for the sun and moon being placed together to form the character "Bright," that was not his original intention when he designed this national flag.

Stepping into the Golden Core stage is akin to a rebirth, a complete transformation; in the world of cultivation, one is then worthy of the title "True Human."

A protracted battle would likely follow, and this item, which could serve as a substitute for leg wraps, would be perfect for Yu Manli to use.

People in the cultivation world had no knowledge of Fang Ruchen’s existence, so how could the Soul-Refining Patriarch possibly know that Fang Ruchen possessed that specific formation technique, let alone covet it?

Broken walls and ruined tiles lay scattered across the ground, and the scorched earth had long since lost the bloody stench it once held.

Ye Jintang was quite satisfied with this point; she preferred attendants who did not pry into everything.

These two rows of teeth were not manifested from condensed Yin energy, but were a unique treasure the evil spirit had refined using Yin energy itself.

The people of Europe, whether cultivators or commoners, possessed a faint sense of pride. This was because the scientific and industrial systems that now dominated the Earth—representing power, wealth, and status—were indeed built by their ancestors over the course of several centuries.

"Commander Zhu’s ability to deduce all this is something even the veterans in the magistrate's office would struggle to match," He Yuan said with admiration. Zhu Hengshi's competence was such that he was more than capable of serving as an official in charge of criminal law.

In these two years, he had gained more in Min City than he had ever dared to imagine. He gradually began to learn to view the world and human relationships through a different lens.

Those with keen insights naturally considered this, especially when they deliberately asked about the company opening a new outpost in Africa. Chen Jian offered no answer, and they understood a great deal from his silence.

"Imperial Brother," Yun Zhi approached immediately, saying as she walked, "Doesn't your sister feel it inappropriate to meet you in this attire? I wanted to change into something more proper before coming to see you. Sister-in-law is here as well; greetings, sister-in-law." Miao Jin replied softly.

Upon hearing this, the priest players immediately shifted their formation, casting three defensive lines from the inside out to relay their healing, which successfully stabilized the 1,200 points of continuous damage per second from the Purple Spirit Halo.

He retrieved a thick fur coat from his palm space, wrapped her in it, spread his wings, and shot into the sky, flying toward the mountain forest.

How could Jin Ling dare to utter a word of dissent? He didn't even dare to let out a whimper before being escorted away by Liu Laosan and the others.

The thousand or so survivors of the Eastern Allied Forces suddenly snapped back to reality, rushing toward Dongfang Mou as if driven by madness.

Just as Tian Xin was about to search for her own Weibo nickname to follow herself, an avatar suddenly flickered in her private messages.

The man in black gripping me loosened his fingers in fear, and my body tilted, causing me to tumble straight toward the ground.

"Are you going to do it or not?" I couldn't help but steal a glance at him. Our eyes met directly, and my face began to burn.

A torrential rain was falling outside, and the sea breeze whipped the raindrops from our damp hair. Zheng Yisao walked out the door; she didn't shake off Niu Sanpao’s hand, but for some reason, she looked back. That one glance gave her a fright.

What did it matter even if she changed her appearance? Ding Jie was still Ding Jie; her intelligence remained stuck at its original level, incapable of achieving anything great.

At the thought that she and he would have a baby of their own in the future, Mu Zhijun felt an overwhelming tenderness, as if he couldn't wait for that day to arrive.

Hearing this, I already knew what story he was referring to. In history, the man who sailed east to the Penglai Immortal Island to seek the elixir of life for an emperor was named Xu Fu, from the Qin Dynasty.

Yet she had no regrets. As long as the knot in her heart was untied, even if it meant death and vanishing from the Three Realms, she was perfectly willing.

The knocking at the door was right at her ear. Jian Yiyun climbed off him, too flustered to wash up. She pulled up her skirt and straightened her clothes, intending to answer the door, only to see Mu Zhijun sitting there lazily with his arms crossed like a lord, showing no intention of moving, his manhood still standing firm.

By the time Ye Lishang reached the Imperial Capital, his right wrist had already recovered significantly, so he stopped using the medicinal ointment and switched to oral decoctions for recuperation.

Wei Shouli was an only son, and the Duke’s estate had long been hoping for a grandson; how could they possibly have killed their own descendant?

Mu Yu lowered his blue eyes. He knew that if it could truly be solved, his master would have told him years ago.

Gu Xi sat cross-legged on the bed and gave a low shout, the cultivation power within his body rumbling as it flowed to suppress the origin of the black gas.

The ancestor of the Bai family had tolerated Long Wu again and again, but even a clay figure has a temper—let alone a high and mighty Nascent Soul stage cultivator!

Tang Shi did not know why this noble Prince Kang would be so kind as to send her back to the estate. Although she was beautiful, what kind of beauties had these royals not seen? It was impossible that he would show such mercy to help a stranger with whom he had no connection simply because of her looks.