Volume 1, Chapter 61: Making a Deal with True Monarch Xuanling

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Yet the aura emanating from it was truly beyond imagination, capable of unleashing a force that could easily rival the strength of over two hundred men.
Xuanxu fell into deep distress; no matter how hard he tried, he could never have imagined that a divine artifact belonging to the Profound Nether Palace would one day be used against him.
I glared at him, stepping closer and closer before swiftly raising the club and swinging it at him. That bastard effortlessly caught the club, exerted force with his hands, and pulled me forward so that I slumped across the back of the sofa. He rose, grabbed my wrists, snatched the club from my grip, and tossed it aside.
Neither in the room nor through the earphone still plugged into his ear was there any response from Old Eight.
Before coming here, they had also received phone calls, without exception, all instructing them to find an opportunity to question Ye Bei.
"Stop talking nonsense. Earth has gravity after all. Although that giant wave continues to grow right now, once it reaches a certain height, the immense gravitational pull will surely force it to stop. When that time comes, the wave will undergo a negative growth, and before long, it will completely vanish into the open sea," someone retorted.
After remaining silent for a long time, he suddenly turned and left the Hall of Void Gods, lingering no longer and asking nothing more.
The bone-deep agony forced even the two Martial Emperors to let out involuntary, miserable screams. Yet they were already fortunate; had it not been for Shui Wuying's intervention, their very lives would likely have been extinguished.
"What on earth is he trying to do? Could he possibly be planning to destroy this giant Buddha..." Tang Jingming's voice was hoarse. Having lived for so many years and witnessed countless people, the remarkably youthful Ye Bei was undoubtedly the most unfathomable person he had ever encountered.
"Indeed, Elder Tong. If this person is carrying a fake demon blade, he could hardly make it out of our valley alive. Why cross paths with Young Master Qin?" the guard gently reminded.
"No, you all play. I'll just read the newspaper," the newspaper-reading man offered a strained, faint smile as he withdrew his hands for the time being.
Gu Tingmo was completely unable to react in time. In the nick of time, Gu Tingmo felt no pain whatsoever; slowly opening his eyes, he saw Di Feiyuan's broad back standing right before him.
At that moment, the remaining few also snapped to their senses and immediately drew their weapons, slashing toward the sudden assailant.
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"Understood!" replied the servants waiting outside, who then jointly carried two large chests into the room. As the lids were lifted, two full chests of glittering jewelry instantly met the eye.
Hong Yi felt the strength in his body rapidly draining away, as if being siphoned off by some invisible force. His eyelids began to droop, and he felt a vague sense of being unable to hold on much longer.
Though Sovereign Ling was extremely displeased at being questioned in such a manner, he had no other choice at the moment, seeing as it was their sect's disciple who had brought him out of the depths of the desolate wilderness.
The young, handsome monk offered no retort. He could not comprehend her sudden surge of melancholy and dejection, and could only remain silent.
As for Fanchen, he still vividly remembered how the other had previously blocked him from approaching his mother, using his status as an adult to simply pick him up and carry him away.
Sovereign Ling had no intention of letting Zhu Dachang off so easily. With mystical footwork, he appeared like a ghost right in front of Zhu Dachang. The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand transformed into a streak of silvery-white light, slicing across Zhu Dachang's chest at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye.
"Brother Yu, tomorrow I'll simply tell Mom and Dad that we're going abroad for work. And try to make a good impression in front of them; my younger brother should be fine," Liu Shiqi said softly.
"How is it that he still hasn't come out?" Gu Xuxing murmured. The spot where he sat afforded a clear view of the Shui family's main gate, allowing him to observe the coming and going of every person in detail.
His eyes gleamed with a sharp intensity, resembling a Black man who had toiled without food or rest for three consecutive days in a cotton field suddenly laying eyes on the fried chicken pieces in the plantation owner's hands.
Rebuked by Fourth Master Zhu, Qiu Hongying pressed her lips together, yet the disdain on her face remained thoroughly unmasked.
Dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, Lin Muyu wandered through an ocean of bamboo slips, his gaze carrying a mixture of gratification and lingering reluctance.
Though Liu Daniang had been rebuffed by him, having settled the matter in his heart, he immediately felt a great deal more relaxed.
Showing no trace of haste and appearing entirely at ease, King Guishan was somewhat surprised that this fellow actually possessed an invincible bearing.
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Continuous encampments filled the valley under three thousand white tents, with wisps of cooking smoke drifting into the depths of the sprawling forest, lingering and intertwining to create a uniquely profound artistic conception.
"You're doing fine in school, why quit?" Anyu asked Youi Kitamori with a smile, turning the question back on her.
Just like before the apocalypse, people would hear bizarre tales of individuals claiming to possess special abilities capable of bending spoons through telekinesis—that, too, was the manifestation of spiritual power.
Yet to Gu Xuxing, her expression carried an entirely different meaning. The debt of saving her life, coupled with Zhan Zhintian's handsome appearance, inevitably stirred his hidden worries and anxieties, as he feared Yuntang might have developed romantic feelings for Zhan Zhintian.
"If you are referring to this house, I'm afraid it belongs to us," Shen Yi looked straight at him and said.
Gao Leidong's martial arts Qi and meridians were both sealed, making even slow and labored movements difficult, let alone escaping or resisting.
"There's no need to calculate points this time; administer whatever punishment is due. Just log it against her record for now and we'll deal with it after the mission concludes," Shentu Haolong said without raising his head, keeping his eyes fixed on the documents in his hands.
Of course Ye Qing would cure him, but adding a few extra complications to his body along the way would hardly be a problem.
"Dad, why have you been so idle these past few days?" Qin Xuyu asked, biting into a steamed bun as he looked at Qin Yichen seated opposite him.
Gongsun Linglong bit her lower lip and put away her weapon. She knew that from the very first move, she had already lost. Huajitian's vibrational technique and his mastery of timing were beyond her reach. She believed very few among the younger generation could achieve such a level—probably fewer than the fingers on one hand.
The night passed in quiet peace. After returning to their room, Ye Qing and Linger enjoyed a brief, tender moment together before drifting off to sleep just like that.
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