Could the Divine Smith Clan truly be ordinary? How many top experts begged the Cui family to forge suitable divine armaments for them? Even the longswords used by everyone in the Sword Palace—from the palace master down to the outer disciples—were crafted by the Cui family.
"All right. Thank you for your trouble," Yuyun thanked politely. She was not accustomed to such distinct master-and-servant exchanges.
The cultivators in the very front ranks of the cultivator army all underwent dramatic changes in expression. They sensed a surging aura of slaughter sweeping in alongside the gale; as if confronted by their natural predators, an intense sense of crisis instantly spread among them.
[Guild] Zhulin Tingyuyun: I'll say this once: I am Haikuo's cousin. His absence this week is probably because of matters in real life. Which matters more, real life or a game? Everyone should know the answer to that.
[Nearby] Feng Lianyu: Truly worthy of first place on the PK leaderboard! It's been a long time since I had such a satisfying fight! If my equipment weren't slightly better than yours, it probably would have been hard to tell who'd win. I really admire you. How about making friends?
A man so proud was someone she could not even get close to, let alone treat. She had no idea whether this was karma earned from lifetimes of blessings or lifetimes of sin, that she had actually been foolish enough to brazenly claim she would heal Qiao Muchen.
Examining the garments piece by piece by candlelight, an eye-offending, filthy garment finally came into view. It was stained all over with blood that had dried into stiff, hard crusts, and reeked of a nauseating foul stench. Disgusted, Yu Zinuo hastily threw it aside.
Apart from Han Qiu himself, this movie did not feature any big-name stars. Even Han Qiu was merely a half-baked actor.
He had seen all kinds of experts in Time Reincarnation, and had witnessed Su Mu's abilities as well. But this was Earth—why was Su Mu even stronger than he had been in Time Reincarnation? How had he accomplished this?
Given that Zhulin Tingyuyun's experience had served as an object lesson in failure, she really did not want to associate with those famous figures known as top gods. The person before her had also become a celebrity just a minute ago, so she needed to stay far away from this source of trouble.
"Even if you merged a half-formed pill, so what? Do you really think handing in a blank sheet will let you go to the Second Heaven?" Xu Ziye began changing the subject.
Anguang also noticed that the atmosphere over here seemed off. A single glance told him that his younger brother Jipu had likely gotten into an altercation with Han Yu and the others. With his match about to start, all he could do was shoot Jipu a look, leaving him to handle the matter.
Yet that thought was only fleeting. In the end, one had to learn to stand on their own; most of the time, you could only rely on yourself.
Mu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and finally withdrew his formation arts. Shifting the effective area of an illusion formation constantly was exhausting. Had his mastery of formations not been extraordinary, it would have been impossible to travel this far in absolute silence.
"Why is it always me who gets hurt?" Old Gu couldn't bring himself to smile, muttering as he clutched his chest.
The Grand Talisman Art was different, however. Not a single person had cultivated the Grand Talisman Art even a century ago in the Ying clan, to say nothing of the fallen Ying clan of today.
"You, stop dreaming and hurry up to school," Chu Shao said.
Mother Lin took the money, browsed around the shopping mall, and bought a jadeite bangle of fairly decent quality before finally calling Sister He to arrange a meeting.
Startled, I rushed forward to help him. He strained in front, trying his best to squeeze inside, while I kept watch for him from behind.
"Boohoo... Why didn't you consider how heartbroken your father and I would be if anything happened to you..." Mother Su wept as she spoke, which also moved Su Mantong to tears.
Still, that was merely a passing thought. He could not stay hidden for too long, and he remained somewhat uneasy about the outside world. He did not know what moves the Tang family might make next, and after causing such a massive commotion in the United States earlier, he found it hard to believe they wouldn't find a single clue.
The moment he stepped into the basement, he felt a boundless power. Looking closely, he saw Bai Qing glowing all over; this power was emanating directly from his body.
At dawn the next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Long Yu was the first to get up. After washing up, he set about the arduous and momentous task of waking the soundly sleeping Chen Che.
"Why have you brought two Chinese people to our Yeji family?" the man asked in a chilling voice.
"What? Twenty matches!" Someone was dumbfounded. Originally, some cultivators had planned to team up in pairs or even larger groups to take the stage, but now it seemed that wouldn't work.
"Don't run, Old Fang! Just you wait—I'll uncover where you came from!" Chen Che chased into the courtyard, watching Fang Bi ignore his warning and leap recklessly onto the roof before vanishing from sight.
Moreover, he had assimilated into the Dao. The entire power of the Sword Dao was under his control, so this sword offered him little help—or arguably, no help at all.
With an upward flick of the stone sword in his hand, a sky full of sword Qi poured down like torrential rain, and Cheng Wushuang's figure soared into the void in that very instant.
"What's going on..." Bu Zhi's pupils dilated. His mind couldn't quite wrap around it, feeling as though he had fallen under an illusion.
Zhou Xuan, however, was clad in black robes. Carrying himself like a banished immortal, he was an ethereal, extraordinary figure whose greatness was obvious at a glance.
Following the overcast drizzle, the next day was sunny once again. Yet both Krys and I looked terrible, solely because we had been awakened by the same phone call. The caller was Lin Rui, who had repeatedly come up empty-handed; he was calling from Glasses' place to report the outcome of raiding the thieves' den the previous night.
Originally, given Bu Zheng's age, Zhou Xuan had assumed his master would be at least a hundred years old. Never had he imagined it would be a young woman.
Shifting her gaze slightly, she saw the familiar face reflected in the mirror: delicate, well-defined features, eyes shimmering with a faint, dewy glint. Paired with her deliberate, slow strokes of applying lipstick, it exuded a distinct, alluring charm.
Murong Qianqian instantly sensed something was wrong and tried to cast a technique once more. Sure enough, her divine-grade technique, the Supreme Mystic Art, had been suppressed; this stretch of heaven and earth had become a magic-forbidden domain.
"Don't listen to her nonsense! The Horsefly who was traveling with her was eliminated with her own hands! Liezhidan expelled you to protect you—only a tiny few, myself included, have known that clearly from the very start!" Guinea Pig shouted, clutching his blood-soaked knees.
Inside Taoran Garden, the lively chatter suddenly cut out, leaving only the faint rustle of falling leaves brushing against the ground, sounding exceptionally jarring.
He wore a light purple Daoist robe, its hems fluttering gently in the wind. His face was square and chiseled, his brows stretching across like distant mountains, radiating a sharp and heroic valor.
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