Chapter 47

Even the Black Fish Spirit never expected that, after fleeing all the way to this remote and desolate wilderness and finally managing to find a river with a sliver of spiritual energy, a true dragon would actually be dwelling here.

The gap between commoners and nobility is just like the unbridgeable chasm between ordinary demons and those of primordial exotic bloodlines.

Wisps of flame crept through the gaps of the iron door into the third floor, next to which were piled numerous garments doused in lamp oil.

A dozen breaths ago, Zuo Yunxiao stared with a gloomy expression at the defensive formation before him. Having tested it barehanded moments ago, he had not expected it to be exceptionally stubborn. Rumors within the sect had indeed been true: the formations of the Hundred Medicine Valley could withstand the attacks of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The initial graphic design, customer service, and photography expenses for the Taobao store should all be covered by these funds.

Incurable. This single word struck Zhu Xiong's head like a bolt from the blue. Could it be that his Zhu family was truly destined for extermination?

Therefore, without genuine skill, one would never dare to brave the raging waves, because this was an almost impossible mission.

An old man wearing a Tang suit sat upon a wicker chair by the doorway, cradling a purple clay teapot in his hands and wearing a pair of reading glasses on his face.

That eerie figure made almost no sound while moving, save for a faint whisper of wind. He easily arrived behind Fan Nan, a cruel smile surfacing on his face.

Keeping his mouth shut and rolling his eyes, he stared fixedly at the screen. For him, this was a battle of turnaround and redemption.

"Mr. Xue, do you still remember me? I am Lin Zhiran of the Lin residence." Lin Zhiran wore a poised and elegant smile as she looked at Xue Renfu.

However, the very instant Xia Ming raised his long sword, the power between heaven and earth converged frantically toward that strike, and even the power within Xia Ming's body surged wildly into the Heavenly Origin Divine Weapon.

Xue Renfu's expression suddenly softened, his thumb gently caressing the jade hairpin.

Naturally, there were those among them who refused to submit to Zhang Feng. On what grounds? By what right did he come here to point fingers and bark orders?

Hong Feng lowered his head, silently reciting the name in his heart. He remembered it very clearly; it was precisely this fellow who had united the four great demon kings of the Demon Realm and the two great ghost kings of the Ghost Realm to instigate the upheaval of the Immortal Gates, thereby turning the former holy land of immortal cultivation into a realm of bloodshed.

In truth, although she usually looked down upon Donghai Ziying, she would not normally voice it so blatantly. But just a moment ago, she had been provoked by Donghai Ziying's gentle and effortless grip on Yun Qing's hand, so she vented all her anger directly onto Donghai Ziying.

Zhao Qi was extremely astonished. Ever since the founding of the Immortal Cloud Academy, including himself, no one had ever managed to break through and advance during the early stages of the elementary class.

Xiao Heng was also a formidable cultivation expert. Although his innate talent was not as formidable as Old Wu and Hong Feng's, his memory and mental retention were exceptionally acute.

Today was a day for celebration, but also the busiest day for the various generals. Today called for reorganizing the troops, boosting morale, pacifying the common folk, and handling a myriad of affairs, all while preparing meticulously for the upcoming battle to recapture the Eastern Capital. Yet Guo Xi, along with Qin Tianci, Gu Liang Naji, and others, did not enter the city and instead encamped outside the walls.

As for the origin of the Blade of Joyce in Leon's possession, it naturally was not snatched from the vampire hunter Abraham Lincoln.

"Hah, I get it now. It was I who failed to see the reality of things. You are Su Lü, not Su Hang." Wan Zi'an tossed out those words and stormed off back to his room.

Covering a distance of over a hundred miles took only the blink of an eye. A murky, yellow dust storm, resembling a giant silkworm cocoon, closed in ominously from afar. Cloaked in invisibility, Li Sisi sensed it clearly with her divine awareness at such close quarters.

He, along with Vera and the other, had emerged from the Vortex Island, and he harbored deep concern for his former rival. He remembered the young warrior bearing a great shield who smiled with a simplicity surpassing his own.

Ling Che pinched the marble-sized, yet essentially medicinal pill between her index finger and thumb, gazing at Maple Ghost's flushed face, which seemed a mix of anger and aggrieved grievance.

"After all this talk, all you've said are grandiose principles completely unrelated to the matter! We've heard teachers say these things in class at least a hundred times; there's no need for you to waste your breath here!" someone unconvinced retorted defiantly.

The expressions of the other rogue cultivators shifted slightly upon hearing this. It seemed they held equally poor impressions of this person.

Suhas carried Angela on his back as they hurried forward. Angela awkwardly rested her hands on Suhas's back, her cheeks flushing red.

Events proved, however, that her worries were entirely unnecessary, because those children proved far more restless than she had anticipated. Long before dawn broke, they had quietly made their way here.

Xiyang was practically shouting his role right in everyone's faces, implying through every word that he and Player No. 3 could not be let off and must be viewed with suspicion.

Her body had been injected with a strengthening serum, and her vision within five meters surpassed ordinary people's, allowing her to clearly see the employee badge pinned to the lab coat's chest.

On the surface, he always projected an immensely sharp persona, but in reality, he was merely accustomed to hiding everything away.

Yet at this very moment, Yang Chen's figure flickered, bringing him directly into the inevitable path of He Leshan's departure.

Eagerness to learn is a virtue in cultivation, but seeking guidance from peers is not. To do so is to admit your inferiority to others, which is unacceptable to prideful young prodigies.

Watching Shen Mingzhou's still somewhat unpolished lightweight kung fu, Ye Huai nodded in satisfaction, a look of incredulous amazement crossing his face.

Drawing closer and closer, just as they were about to kiss, a beam of white light struck their faces, and the next second, the faces of the two filled the massive screen.

On the other end of the phone, Bi Ling took the device, and her very first words were to thank the kind-hearted members of their club.

Such statements made it very easy for him to paint a target on his back as a suspicious candidate, for he had offended too many people, all of whom had reliable aligned identities. If he wasn't the one hammered, then who would be?

Whenever something was absent from the memories of the Three Pure Ones Daoist Child, she would explore it driven by the purest desire for knowledge.

Shi Tou raised his head to see a blaze filling his vision, as though he were cast inside a smelting furnace. The obsidian in his hand grew scorching hot once again, and with no idea how to escape, anxiety began to grip his heart.

"Bai Zhou, I'm not going with you anymore..." Baobei suddenly released Bai Zhou's hand, speaking in a deeply aggrieved voice.