Chapter 56

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Yet upon hearing Fan Yixiao's words, Huijue felt an inexplicable surge of sympathy and pity within his heart.

“If the God of Moe Sect has any matters next time, send someone to lend a hand,” said the God of Bimon to the Beast Emperor of the Beast God Church after understanding the powerful backing of the God of Moe Sect.

At that moment, those who had previously obstructed them naturally realized that although Huijue might not be a monk, he was likely a scion of a wealthy and influential family, a young master truly versed in Buddhist teachings.

Lin Wei gazed upon the endless, rolling Flame Mountains and, by sensing the emanating energy, located the Lovaas Giant Serpent. Lin Wei could already perceive a massive energy slowly awakening—that was the Lovaas Giant Serpent.

The price tag beneath the twin swords also confirmed Luo Yi’s suspicions: this rare-grade Azure Thunder Twin Swords were priced as high as 7,988 gold coins.

“Do you know how I dispelled my nerves? Every week, whenever I had free time, I’d go outside—to crowded places—and practice my lines, specifically using foreign theatrical scripts. After a while, the nerves gradually faded,” Zhou Bai revealed his past experience with a wry smile.

After Lin Ye and the others had wandered about the sect for some time, they finally struck the drums before the Sansheng Hall of the Cangyun Sect. The Martial Tournament was about to commence.

Just as he felt the stone chair could no longer support him, he immediately used the [Power Talisman] stored within his inventory. Under its effect, his strength increased sixty-sevenfold.

However, for people of their standing and reputation, sometimes the mere thought of it was enough to cause embarrassment.

Unfortunately, the main hall’s door had long ago fallen into ruin, naturally rendering it impossible to close.

A mere noble rank was no issue for Cao Cao, who was willing to bestow it. Yet promoting Pang Shanmin stirred some unease in Cao Cao’s heart. This campaign in Jingxiang not only forced him to cede ground but also compelled him to grant the Tang Marquisate and the Tang King’s title. Even the magnanimous Cao Cao felt a tinge of unwillingness about this arrangement.

What troubled her most was that when she found Duan Tianya, he was truly about to leave immediately. Liang Xiaoqian felt a helpless frustration toward heaven—why give her a surprise only to make her endure the pain of parting so soon?

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As everyone’s attention focused on this matter, Zhang Zhixiong grew increasingly anxious. There is no wall without cracks through which wind seeps—how could he not understand this principle?

Hearing Shang Ming so slander his own brother, Kou Zhong’s fury blazed up. He stepped forward, ready to confront Shang Ming.

At most, a Chinese fighter jet costs only tens of millions of yuan, but training a qualified, especially an exceptional pilot, genuinely costs even more than the plane itself. Thus, even the loss of ten or so jets is bearable as long as the pilots remain safe.

If the Jingxiang cavalry could be utterly annihilated, Shouchun and Hefei would be defenseless and difficult to hold. Jia Xu’s disobedience of Cao Cao’s orders was intended to open the battlefield in Xuzhou and Yangzhou for Cao Cao’s massive southern campaign.

Similarly, though she was unfamiliar with the past of the Brotherhood Alliance, Liu Yun’s stance on its future seemed already understood by Xu Yunbiao and Zhou Tianming.

Of course, it’s not that Zhang Wei lacked combat awareness compared to Ani, but his professional traits were simply less effective at this moment.

Within Yun Jian Temple, a plump figure hurriedly paced about. By the candlelight, it was none other than Qian, the head of Datong Bank.

Villages like Peaceful Village are countless throughout the country. Most focus on short-term economic gains, with the villagers lacking a clear understanding of these non-renewable resources.

“You’re awake!?” Hogu Bak’s voice was sharp and complex as he called out, then quietly tugged a thin rope nearby. The other end of the rope entered the wall, connecting to a bell in the adjacent room.

Now that Su Yuan had no cultivation whatsoever, could a miracle occur and he break through to sainthood again?

In the end, Luo Li waited so long with no sign. She wondered if Liu Mang had been utterly drained by Sister Lin last night and was now unable to function. Or perhaps they were silently engaged in even more embarrassing matters?

For an old expert like Golden Knife Invincible, famous for decades with profound reserves, how could he lack one or two secret life-saving techniques?

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Yan Jun glanced around cautiously; assured there was no danger, he quickly untied his knotted clothes and slid down from the tree.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to bind Dong Tianjun tightly and hang him from the flagpole at the gate of the Western Qi camp.

Seizing the moment Lin Ziyue moved her hand away, Liu Mang immediately tore down her silk stockings, exposing her fair, enchanting long legs without any concealment to the air.

Wu Yan placed a prepared pill into his mouth, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate. At that moment, a green, ghostly orb about the size of an egg shot down from the cave ceiling into Wu Yan’s brain. Unaware of the outside situation, he began to circulate his cultivation technique.

From their conversation, everyone realized that leaving now was futile. The village road was difficult to traverse by day and impossible at night. They would have to endure one more night here and discuss leaving at dawn.

Just as the guard was about to fall dead on the spot, the sound of “swish, swish, swish” tore through the air. Guan Ning felt his scalp tingle. If the daggers kept striking, they would surely kill the guard but would also risk hitting himself.

However, Liu Chuan Zhi was unaware of all the thoughts running through Sun Yuanhua’s mind. Moreover, Sun Yuanhua was not in a position to reveal the truth to him.

The matter of Yi Pang’s eight wives was truly no one else’s fault but his own bad luck. What could others say about such a predicament?