Volume 1, Chapter 44: You and I Are Not the Same

Pei Xuanyu picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I really had no idea."

After Qiao Zixi finished speaking, Wen Yang turned to look at her, a deep and probing gaze resting in the depths of her eyes.

Qiao Zixi handed the second cup of tea to Xu Zhinian, whose eyes had been darting toward Wen Yang all this time.

It was only when Qiao Zixi softly called out "Aunt Xu" that she finally snapped out of her daze.

Tuoba Longhu, the prodigy of the Titan Giant Spirit Clan, also unleashed a peerless, commanding might that was in no way inferior to Di Wuji, the young master of the Imperial Saint Spirit Clan.

There was no need to look closer; among the tens of thousands of dense cultivators present, which one of them did not harbor fervent excitement and greed in their eyes?

The Southern Guard Prefecture had prepared the finest official vessel, working through the night to thoroughly clean it and furnishing the premier cabin aboard in brand-new splendor.

Bearing such a burden at the tender age of seventeen, the overwhelming pressure left him gasping for breath.

Yun Cheng narrowed his eyes, reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, and called the Fat Man in Hong Kong. After exchanging a few brief words, he hung up.

As soon as Fang Cheng's voice fell, a strand of spider silk shot directly toward the bandit leader's seventh henchman's gun, yanking it instantly from his grasp.

"Turn around, don't speak, and play it by ear!" Xian Ke's voice echoed in Wang Yue's mind.

"You still have the nerve to say that? When you were in the world of Ip Man where earning points was so easy, what on earth were you doing? Vacationing? You should have upgraded me long ago, yet here you are losing your temper with me! This is utterly outrageous." The system's words left Fang Cheng completely dumbfounded once more.

These were not bows and crossbows whose lethal range was limited to a mere fifty or seventy meters; these were matchlock firearms capable of exerting influence at distances beyond one hundred meters, and even reaching two hundred meters where, despite a slight drop in accuracy, the lethal impact of the Jin-modified Matchlock Type 1 remained entirely undiminished.

His signature skill was the Holy Spirit Divine Ability, a Dharma-form technique vastly more formidable and distinct from traditional Dharma-forms. The sheer magnitude of its power lay in the fact that this Dharma-form was cultivated using the souls of other living beings rather than through one's own internal condensation; the higher the grade of the souls utilized, the greater the resulting might.

A booming voice interrupted Liu De's train of thought. Liu De shook his head with a bitter smile, knowing without having to think that it was that rough-hewn brute, Dian Wei.

To accomplish this feat, the Spanish had sailed across the Southern Indian Ocean for nearly four months.

These three regions, combined with the Kinai region where Emperor T resided, formed a complete geopolitical circle of the Seto Inland Sea that stood in a north-south rivalry with the Kanto region.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, cultivators who had achieved success in their Dao rarely sought companions in the mortal world; instead, they tended to look among peers of equal realm to forge dual-cultivation partnerships.

Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng, Hun Yin, and the young man in black, Lu Haisheng, completely vanished from everyone's field of vision shortly thereafter.

Among all the combatants in this Star Refining Realm, my personal strength is not overwhelmingly superior, but relative to this violent ape, I am definitively the "controller"—relatively speaking.

Time and again, Shui Roubing narrowly evaded a flurry of arrows by the narrowest of margins, the shafts brushing against the cold-forged armor on her body and sparking showers of glowing embers.

As is widely known, once a social hierarchy is formed, a multitude of rules and etiquette gradually takes shape. A banquet such as this was something the Bear Tribe could never have imagined.

Just as Ling Xue turned around, Long Xing suddenly reached out and pulled her back, drawing her trembling, delicate frame tightly into his embrace.

Gazing at the deep trenches gouged into the ground behind them and the imperial capital cleaved in two by a single sword strike, they all wore expressions of unmitigated panic.

"Refined with three yangs, seven yins, and blood ores, one can obtain the Heavenly Dipper Blood Shadow Divine Needles, enabling one to challenge higher-tier opponents. At a certain level of cultivation, it can entirely ignore defense; it is a legendary divine artifact of heavenly might." This information was not obtained from the box itself, but rather perceived directly through Long Chen's own soul consciousness as he sensed the nature of the object.