Volume 1, Chapter 30: Should the Shi Family Still Be Eliminated?

Fearing for Wuyan’s life, Luo Yinyan immediately produced a life-sustaining elixir and fed it to him. Ming Bufan did not hesitate either; he sat cross-legged and channeled his vast essence into Wuyan’s body.

He himself was at the tenth stage of the Transformation Realm. Having remained at this level for a long time, he knew all too well how difficult it was to achieve a breakthrough.

Cyan-colored Wood God Lightning roared down. Guided by the golden lock, the massive surge of lightning followed the path, plunging straight into his body. As the lightning entered, he could only tremble and convulse under its ferocious assault; he no longer had the capacity to think of anything else.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle. Are you here to rent a spirit beast?" the lead disciple, a man at the Qi Refining stage, asked with a bow.

The cold wind continued to blow, raising goosebumps on everyone’s skin. A conservative estimate placed the temperature at around ten degrees Celsius, and with the heavy humidity, the cold was nearly unbearable.

"By the way, I have recently noticed something strange. Why have there been frequent tidal disasters within and outside the Sea Realm? When did the Sea Realm become so restless?" Huang Zu recalled the maritime disasters he had witnessed along the way and raised the matter.

To be able to manifest such phenomena in the surrounding mountains, rivers, wind, frost, and dew—phenomena visible to the eye and causing changes in the natural world—was a talent one in ten thousand.

As Bei Lin spoke, the dynamic between them suddenly shifted, making it seem as if it were Bei Lin begging Tang Rao to fulfill her dream.

The man in the lead was over two meters tall with dark skin and a very short haircut, resembling a black iron tower. Beside him was another man, about one meter eighty, whose build was not particularly bulky but could certainly be called robust.

"Forget it. Killing is killing; the order doesn't matter," Xiao Jie said after a moment of contemplation.

"My Feifei is sensible and clever. Go and play; I need to discuss something with your eldest uncle." Luo Feng put his worries aside and went to find his eldest uncle, who was busy making mud bricks in the backyard.

It was not that Chen Han was unwilling to go to the Northern Territory; it was that he currently lacked the status to be of any help even if he went.

Shen Xianfei only knew that once she placed items inside, she could no longer get close and could only watch from the side. The repaired bracelet would eventually float out on its own. After she retrieved the bracelet, she checked the divine tripod again, but it showed no connection to any miraculous realm.

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Beside them was an area for cocktails and socializing, scattered with paper cups, snacks, and even decks of playing cards.

Her tone was incredibly arrogant, causing the disciples of other sects to show signs of cowardice as they cast nervous glances at their respective sect masters.

Compared to the rebellious nature of the Uchiha, the Hyuga were undoubtedly the obedient ones, deeply favored by the Hokage.

Ye Futu was lost in thought, nodding repeatedly. He hurriedly helped Ye Shuyi up and brushed the dust from her clothes.

Now, he had traveled thousands of miles to return, solely to curry favor with Chen Han and seek the forgiveness of the Heavenly Marshal.

Hearing that the madman before him intended to drag him down as a scapegoat, the severely wounded Lin Yi ignored his own injuries and endured excruciating pain to flee.

However, the look of anger and resentment on Yang Chunhui’s face made Ye Qingxuan breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou Chen also wanted to see what changes would occur once this Qilin was released.

The two men’s gazes collided, sharp and confrontational, sparking invisible friction—a silent battle between men.

She had just woken up when a series of loud knocks at the door jarred her. Irritated, she threw on a robe and went to open it.

Downing a mouthful of strong liquor, the "Eula" labeled Reincarnator—a muscular, twin-tailed powerhouse—slammed her hand onto the table, making the other members of the Rose Brigade twitch in apprehension.

For the next few days, Gu Nanzhi went nowhere, holing herself up in her incense-making room. This time, however, she wasn't tinkering with spices, but rather crafting Hui ink.

Sitting in the carriage on the way back to the estate, Qi Chuchu instantly dropped the fake smile she had worn at the banquet, her expression turning icy.

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In the final moments of her stay in this world, Qi Chuchu built a cenotaph for Xu Jinzhao, which all members of the Xu clan were required to pay their respects to.

Responding gracefully to every word from Liu Minglan, Xu Jiao showed neither timidity nor fear.

On the other side of the camera, a figure wearing a doll mask stared at the flickering television screen with an expression of fury.

"What? You mean Zhizhi was abducted by assassins last night? The palace is heavily guarded; how could she be taken? I don't believe it! Give me back my sister! If we don't see Zhizhi today, my father and I will not leave," Gu Nanshan feigned ignorance.

During the last annual trial, his cultivation was at the seventh layer of the Spirit Channeling realm. If his cultivation remained stagnant this year, the Council of Elders would strip him of his status as a direct disciple. Worse yet, his cultivation hadn't just stalled—it had plummeted, making his situation even more dire.

Sometimes, being too precocious is not a good thing; at the very least, he could never enjoy the feeling of being cared for unconditionally. From his unreliable mother and father, Xu Chenjun felt almost no sense of being looked after.

"Brother Tianxing, we’re off!" Mu Yunlan laughed happily. She loved playing more than anything, and she quickly dragged Ling Yue away.

Could it be that she did it on purpose? Why did these three test questions seem tailor-made for me? He wondered to himself.

After a smooth journey to Nils’s manor, Zhuo Yun gazed at the massive, ancient castle from afar and sighed in admiration, contemplating building such a grand estate once his own career reached a certain height.

And now, the moment Jiang Wei and Cao Yingdan met, they fell into the most disadvantageous position. How could Murong Die not feel despair?