Chapter 175

Volume One Summary: Never Forget Your Original Intent, Just for the Thrill.

Wu Fan nodded, looking at the Phoenix Heaven Battle Robe and the glowing hairpin before him. Since this was fate, a sincere return, why should I be polite? Wu Fan immediately stored them in his storage ring.

The premiere is scheduled for Thursday at the Central Drama College’s grand auditorium. For the college, it is an honor when a student’s work receives a Golden Rooster nomination, and it deserves attention.

All were compassionate and humble, all followed the Dharma, their hearts filled with genuine kindness, brimming with contentment and happiness.

This detonation of the Purple Thunder Divine Thought was one of Wu Fan’s strongest Purple Thunder Divine Thoughts. The target was the soul of the Demon Lord Chao Yunxiong.

Under a furious surge of spiritual force, a bow of flame formed in an instant, and a terrifying arrow of Samadhi True Fire shot toward Sara’s position like lightning.

After inscribing Sanskrit spells onto the pillars on both sides, Huijue paused, bit his fingertip, forced out a drop of essence blood, and flicked it toward the archway with a finger.

“I know what you’re thinking, hehe, I really love this line.” Yuan Quan looked up at the ceiling: “It’s simple, yet says everything. Remember? I recited it to you before.” Yuan Quan turned to Zhou Bai with a smile.

It can only be said that after obtaining the complete data, the technical team’s work proceeded smoothly; with the principles and formula understood, development posed no difficulty.

“But my lord, every war carries risk—even with a hundred percent certainty, unforeseen accidents may occur.” Other generals seemed to have reached consensus; after all, constant defense yielded no battlefield merit.

“The food you eat doesn’t listen to your words.” Zhou Bai spoke as if describing something entirely unrelated to himself.

His Master was his family, raised him from childhood, taught him peerless martial arts, and was his benefactor.

Ren Wenqiu suddenly fell silent, for he had never truly examined the painting—only glanced at it briefly and paid it little mind. Yet even that fleeting glance had stirred an odd feeling in his heart.

He had been sleeping comfortably when suddenly his nostrils became intensely itchy; he sneezed, and Jiang Ming woke up.

In these early days of Dong Zhuo’s arrival, to stabilize morale, he had not done anything too outrageous—except that the loss of the Imperial Seal had left him furious.

Just as the massive black fist, conjured from spiritual energy, barely touched Feng Rui’s head, something strange happened.

Let alone that emperors have enemies across the four seas—how many truly dare to seek revenge? Without great courage and ability, who would dare to smash an egg against a stone?

But Sheng Qi, you yourself have reached the peak, while Ju Que has never truly been sharpened! That means Sheng Qi is not Ju Que’s true master.

“When do you want to be discharged?” Cheng Lingzhi asked, her eyes scanning him like an X-ray.

That the Master would consider my future shows he is indeed as Madam said—too straightforward. So straightforward he’s hard to approach, yet easy to get along with—if you treat him with sincerity, he returns it in kind.

Any adult hearing this sound would know what’s going on—but Director, you’re no longer young! Is it really wise to be this passionate!?

He knew well how sharp the scalpel was—excellent at cutting, since scalpels must precisely incise human skin and even internal organs.

What surprised Zhu Cilang was the number reported by the Ming army’s scouts after careful assessment.

After all, their primary duty is to protect Yuan Ye, staying by his side at all times, ensuring Yuan Ye faces no danger.

Dorgon, after all, is now co-regent alongside Jirgalang; he must still grant due respect. Launching a probing attack now at least gives Jirgalang a plausible explanation later.

He never expected that his political enemy, after all these years, still hadn’t abandoned tracking his whereabouts.

Yi Qing, Zhu Sanlie, Hu Tieshu, and Xu Ying finally arrived, seeing the two commanding generals sparring. They were about to watch from the side when “Cold Rain Medical Saint” Yu Xiaohan suddenly rushed out.

On one hand, Niu Jinxing, as one of the de facto chancellors of the Great Shun, is a symbolic figure. Appointing him to this post effectively calms the hearts of former Shun officials and sets a precedent.

The four streets remained quiet, but elsewhere buzzed with activity—especially at the town head’s gate, just as Su Xin said, many more girls had appeared.

The Crown Prince surely wants to see whether I, Li Guozhen, truly possess command ability—if I do, he may one day confidently entrust me with independent command.

“The Crown Prince has a promising future, and with the Guogong Prefecture’s support, why does Lord Liu still hesitate?” Zhao Baizhen asked.

Even so, the thing screamed in pain several times. Seeing it try to flee, I immediately chased it with a peach wood sword.

He then recounted to me what the villager from the ancient altar village in the back mountains had said: the village lies in a valley behind the mountain, connected to the outside world by only a one-meter-wide path. Most of the young people have moved out; only elderly elders remain, about a dozen households.

Lastly, and most importantly—when did we get married, and how come she doesn’t know?

But Ling Tian did notice some familiar martial soul keywords among them—such as Thunder Decree, Shadow Decree, Qin Mingyue’s Moon, and the Charm character—all these martial souls originated from the Southern Tang Realm.

The Lord of Tianlan City, seated at the center of the hall, did not rise upon Ling Tian’s entry, but gestured for him to sit below.

Consider that in Hanfeng Country, there are at least three families as powerful as the Zhan family—so why does only the Zhan family dare call itself Hanfeng’s First Clan?

Fortunately, Yin Mei, being a demon race member and even the demon prince, surely knew how to break this array.

Damn, I forgot about this. Liang Yiran too—she had been lost in admiration for me, but now she was on high alert, as if she’d stepped on a landmine.

Both, due to their status, found it hard to make true friends who cared neither for fame nor rank.

Each aircraft carrier’s launch of carrier aircraft differed slightly, but afterward their actions were nearly identical, orderly and precise.