Chapter 35

A ripple spread across the martial general template, revealing several new categories: Spring and Autumn period warriors, Warring States period warriors, late Qin dynasty warriors, Great Han dynasty warriors, Three Kingdoms period warriors, Jin dynasty warriors, Sui and Tang dynasty warriors, Five Dynasties period warriors, Water Margin warriors, Song dynasty warriors, late Yuan dynasty warriors, and late Ming dynasty warriors.

During his days locked in the laboratory, he would occasionally hear the two researchers on duty joking about life outside the biochemical glass.

It was admittedly a bit specialized—possessing strong shooting and siege capabilities, but dismal in terms of melee combat and utility. Ian prepared to compensate for this with equipment.

His sullen gaze swept over Bai Li’s entire body, as if weighing the truth of her words. The "Miraculous Bone"—this was the only thing Mo Chenyi cared about. For the sake of that bone, he had been willing to waste sixteen years supporting this useless creature.

To be honest, back when Zhao Qingqing was first married into the Song family, she had caused quite a few scenes, but as people grew accustomed to her temperament, they stopped paying it much mind.

A young man walked toward him carrying two large shopping bags in his hands. He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, quite tall—estimated to be over 185 centimeters—wearing black sweatpants and a dark gray T-shirt.

However, the Heavenly Peak Sect had been in decline for so many years, and the Black Tortoise had been imprisoned all the while; it was only natural that there would be some decay in spiritual energy.

He had walked so hurriedly that he hadn't even had time to put on his outer robe, running out barefoot in nothing but his undergarments.

He looked up again at the Great Chu Emperor before him, noting that there was no displeasure on the man’s face; indeed, the Emperor’s gaze was fixed upon him, seemingly waiting for an answer.

This was the arena, a place specifically for betting on the outcomes of death matches between slaves and exotic beasts. The rules of the arena dictated that only one could leave alive; today, either this beast would die, or she, Bai Li, would perish.

The Great Emperor’s Classics contained supreme imperial paths and the lifelong wisdom of an Emperor. They could be said to encompass everything—incredibly precious, they were ultimate techniques that pointed directly to the Heavenly Dao.

Down in the mortal realm, Yan Jun and Miss Yue’er returned to their respective rooms, and Yan Jun sat cross-legged on his bed.

Minako’s eyes were red, and she looked at Liu Mang with an apologetic expression, her mouth pressed tightly shut as if she were desperately holding back tears.

Realizing that no amount of maneuvering could save his life, Su Yuan made an immediate decision: he would not dodge! He let the attacks of the two Great Luo Golden Immortals land squarely upon him.

At this moment, Fu Yang’s lust had subsided slightly, and he shook his head vigorously, clearing his mind a little.

Shuxian Lang quickly focused his gaze and saw that it was indeed the three top talents and a dozen disciples rushing out of the Fire Ridge Valley.

Two years later, Wu Yan had successfully reached the level of a high-grade alchemist. During this period, he had refined pills for Zheng Rong and the others several times. Shen Yanqiu had also successfully completed Foundation Establishment and managed the Pill Herb Hall quite effectively; after expenses, she was able to earn Wu Yan over twenty to thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones every month.

Peng Maohua actually shed tears as he spoke, the droplets sliding down his face to the ground. This "sincerity" was truly moving.

The two people caught within the magic formation were mercilessly affected; this miraculous sonic attack was clearly of the third-turn level.

"Thwack." Bei Rang was tossed onto the ground like a sack of rags. Zhan Xiu landed lightly before him and then planted a foot squarely on Bei Rang’s face.

While he pondered in his heart, his grip inadvertently tightened. Before either of them could speak again, a "crack" echoed; the tree trunk snapped at the notch, and the massive tree fell violently to one side, the ground itself seemingly shuddering from the impact.

Long Quan unleashed a barrage of techniques from the Long family’s Overlord Spear, but the Berserker blocked them one by one. The Berserker then leapt into the air, bringing his heavy hammer down fiercely toward Long Quan, who had no choice but to block with his spear held horizontally.

With that, Du Yuesong placed two swords on the table. One was bright and slender, about two fingers wide and three and a half feet long, with a textured grip that looked entirely ordinary. The other had a bit more presence: it was dark red, three feet long, four fingers wide, and featured an auspicious dragon carving on the hilt.

Lin Mohuan smiled inwardly at the expression on Mo Qianxia’s face. "Let’s go, I’ll take you for a feast." Lin Mohuan walked ahead of Mo Qianxia. Back then, because Mo Qianxia’s family was poor and Jiangzhou was not a coastal region, seafood was very expensive; before meeting Lin Mohuan, she had rarely eaten it.

The two calendar systems ran in parallel, verifying one another. The twelfth month of the Star Calendar had already passed the winter solstice of the lunar calendar.

"I wonder if he can still hold on. If he’s truly frozen stiff, I’m afraid he won’t have the strength to come out even if he wanted to," a disciple in his twenties said from the side.

Upon hearing the results Steve reported, Ellis felt his heart turn cold. When he returned to the village next month, how would he face the families who were waiting for their sons and husbands to come home?

He had been pestered by Xu Yi ever since returning from Gu Youzhi’s place earlier that day. After finally finding an excuse to shake him off, he had hurriedly summoned all the soldiers willing to follow him, telling everyone to prepare for battle that night and gather at the harbor. Tonight, they would rise up against Xu Ting.

Qi Shengzhong nodded in response to the guard soldiers, then exchanged polite gestures with Elder Tong before entering the military camp together.

His thoughts drifted far away, like clouds in the sky, winding into the distance, before finally returning to reality.

Zhao Yi felt restless and annoyed. When he reached the Yiyun Pavilion, he grunted, "I’m returning to the Renshou Palace; I’ll come back later to keep the Empress Dowager and Mother company," and strode away.

This was not the first time they had done this, but they hadn't done it often. Yet, yearning seemed to pour out like a flood through this kiss.

Contrary to their hopes, the first thing the four cultivators—who were clearly the leaders of the Five Alliances—did was to send out high-tier transmission talismans.

Su Rongyi was well aware that this was the same person who had previously used the blood of Xie Wei and Xue Jiao to concoct medicine for the Fourth Prince.

"Lying in a hospital bed and letting others carve you up isn't exactly a pleasant experience. Since I don't want to end up like that, I have no choice but to become the doctor myself." This was indeed her original motive for studying psychology, and she didn't shy away from telling Gao Haotian—after all, she had already bared her scars to him.

"You foul woman, how dare you be so insolent! I—I’m divorcing you!" Cui Laoyou shouted, scurrying away while protecting his head, heedless of the danger.

"Very well. Find out the whereabouts of these two leaders of the Zhu family within the Five Alliances. Keep track of them and report their movements to me at any time in the near future."

"Impressive, truly impressive. These people’s bodies are remarkably resilient; I almost feel sorry for the nearby mountains." Su Yi clicked his tongue in secret. Fortunately, Princess Tianmeng wasn't charging at him, or even the Azure Cloud Sword might not have been able to withstand such an impact.