Volume One, Chapter 36: Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement

After the Seven-Star Metal-Wood Sword was destroyed by Sun Ze, Master Hong felt a surge of blood rise in his throat and nearly vomited.

Sun Ze couldn't help but applaud Kong Mingzhu’s witty response, while Niu Moli looked at her with a gratified smile. Kong Mingzhu was a disciple she had trained herself; the girl’s excellent handling of the difficult customer reflected the high standards of her mentor.

Cao Jiao was quite concerned about the hotel's hygiene, so he had left behind two hidden cameras.

Conversely, if Cao Jiao were too stingy with them, they would fail to secure the support of that e-sports player.

The Fourth Uncle immediately shouldered his hoe and fled, his pace remarkably agile—no one would have guessed he was a man nearing fifty.

Wanyan Jin naturally understood Mo Bing’s concerns. She had been forced to make that choice at the time, but she had never expected the consequences to be so devastating.

Lin Tianbao grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Director Liu, striking him squarely in the head.

However, because the city planning department of the Silver-Back Kingdom had interfered recklessly in the capital, the area around the First Hospital was surrounded by one-way streets. The people there were nearly driven mad by the sheer abundance of these routes.

Liang Chenyue shook her head and parted her lips. "You... help me pour a glass of water." She was shocked to hear her own voice; it was so raspy, like that of an elderly person in their twilight years. It was profoundly deep, a sound that evoked the image of bare branches after the leaves have withered, devoid of any vitality.

As the pain throbbed in his head, he realized who was before him—it was that "night owl entering the house" tone, and the familiar sting of a flick to the forehead.

Throughout the building, one could see people knocking on doors, exchanging a few words with the occupants, and then moving on to the next room.

If not for Cai Ming’s special status, which commanded more attention from the organization's higher-ups than even ordinary Yellow-tier members, he would have been dealt with differently.

The muscles on Ma Zhongguo’s cheeks rippled with repressed fury, yet when the final sentence reached his ears, his imposing aura collapsed like a punctured balloon.

***

However, what Zhang Cuishan failed to notice was that behind him, a faint, materializing figure had also fainted. Their breathing patterns synchronized, and in that moment, the scene was hauntingly beautiful.

"I missed my dear grandchild, so I stopped by while I was in the neighborhood. Where is the child?" Zhang Chengzhi walked in and spotted the yoga mat on the floor at a glance.

Her voice was like the warbling of an oriole, soft and melodious, refreshing as a spring breeze, though it was currently tinged with the sound of sobbing.

Now that a Civil Affairs Office had emerged, Liang Jin, while observing the situation, noticed that Huang Xiongjun paid special attention to this new department. Moreover, Ju Yan had come from Ningbo, and several others from that same group had joined Professor Ai's team.

There was no help for it; human strength has its limits, and even the gods have days when their powers are exhausted. This is the law of all things, an unchangeable rule even in the Second World.

The spiritual energy here was becoming increasingly depleted. Feng Zuming, Jiang Hao, and Shen Tianbao had already refined the last few spirit crystals, and while their cultivation levels had improved significantly, the Spirit Pool Cave could no longer live up to its name.

He already owned his own iron mine and logging camp; the stone quarry certainly couldn't be left behind.

As he spoke, Emeric naturally stepped aside to clear the way. Behind him was a door; one only needed to open it to reach the Afterlife Bar.

Thus, Fang Yan taught him many techniques that, even in the Ninja World, would be considered sinister and vicious.

Half of five hundred thousand is two hundred and fifty thousand, a sum that had clearly reached the range where it no longer mattered.

After Zheng Hong finished speaking, she hung up the phone before Hengheng’s father could even utter a word. Until now, she had held onto old sentiments, believing that blood ties could never be severed, but now she realized that idea was utterly foolish.

As the protagonist, Saiki Kusuo could walk in the air as soon as he was born and communicate directly with his parents through telepathy.

Seeing the expressions on Jack and Oliver’s faces, Karl understood that they were accustomed to such low-quality, heavily seasoned food. Unable to accurately describe just how unpalatable it was, he could only sigh.

***

What Xu Que did not know at that moment was that the soldiers were already referring to him as the God of War for his display of slaughter.

A sweeping gale rolled in from the sea, kicking up countless sprays of water. Hongdou, sprinting with her head down, felt the wind behind her and her expression shifted. She thrust her hands backward, and a swarm of serpents surged from her sleeves.

Yu Yuan looked at Ruogu first. He sensed that Ruogu seemed distant, and though he wasn't certain, his mood soured regardless.

Indeed, the Eight Evils of the Yin-Yang Evil Realm were far more formidable than ordinary martial artists. If they could manifest at will in this place, the North Cang Prefecture, or perhaps the entire Bright Moon Empire, would likely fall under their control.

As he spoke, Yun Hong no longer held back. With a surge of his body, he unleashed the full power of his peak Ninth Level Qi Refining stage.

The Holy Son of the Buddha was a martial artist with an abundance of Yang energy. While he appeared to be free of desires on the surface, he was secretly committing countless acts that even ordinary people would find despicable.

Meng Junhao’s death did not cause much of a stir. Although he was a wealthy businessman and a public figure of some influence, the Spirit Research Society had long since sealed the news, and the area around the Morning Star Club was under lockdown. No media outlet reported the incident, and it was easily swept under the rug.

Because the aura of the Great Evil of Wind and Cloud was already sufficient to contend with the momentum of tens of thousands of soldiers, Feng Yun did not care.

When Zhao Feng awoke, he saw a friend he had met hundreds of years ago, back when Earth’s cultivation was still in its exploratory phase and he was merely an apprentice at a martial arts school.

Qin Guan’s spirit was instantly alert. His spiritual vision was now extremely sensitive; the fluctuations of spirits within a certain range could not escape his detection. This particular fluctuation was clearly not weak, as even from a great distance, Qin Guan had sensed it.