Chapter 1074: Awakening the Dao

Wenren Jingxuan saw the faint sorrow and anguish in his daughter's eyes, his heart tightened, a bitter expression crossing his face; all the words of comfort he had prepared vanished unspoken.

Shangguan Ce exhaled slightly.

Naturally, he hoped Wenren Wan would agree.

This matter was decided by the collective deliberations of numerous Void-Piercing Ancestors across Qianxue Province; as head of the Shangguan Clan, he naturally did not wish to defy the elders' will.

On a small scale,

The slime is a corrosive liquid—if he dies here, 【Death with Unclosed Eyes】 cannot trigger, and this simulation is effectively a failure.

The Zhou family mansion appeared from outside as a massive siheyuan, but inside it contained several buildings; the evening banquet was held in the central one named "Chunxin Garden."

The moment Sima Jing and Luo Ling stepped onto the battlefield, the previously confident Luo Clan disciples instantly dimmed.

"In-laws, I'm sorry—if not for Yufei's mother calling me, I wouldn't have known that bastard did something so outrageous! Rest assured, I will give the Pan family a proper accounting." Han Shengxiang gritted his teeth.

"Miss, you're back!" Yu Mo, seeing Bai Ling, buzzed like a bee drawn to flowers, chattering nonstop beside her ear, bouncing up and down, lively and endlessly talkative.

Zhao Chunxiang and Sun Shaolin became wealthy with Zhang Daniu's help, and were deeply grateful; at the family feast, they treated Zhang Daniu and her younger siblings with utmost respect.

This crack, no one knew how it formed—it was narrow, even cramped, barely wide enough to squeeze through sideways; it looked as if a mountain had been split cleanly in half, leaving only a thin slit. Luckily, we're all slim—if someone like Liu Huzi tried, he couldn't even dream of getting in.

Everyone shook their heads, confused why Han Zao had gotten so obsessed—why make such a grand fuss over taking a photo? It was all messy and irrational.

Wait until attack speed is maxed out; if strength hasn't improved, then consider accuracy.

A thunderous sound spread across the entire city, sparking widespread panic and drawing every expert within earshot.

Then the Ninth Elder gave a few more instructions before rising and hurrying off, presumably to attend to some matter.

Huo Chen's gaze fell on the transparent jars scattered throughout the kitchen, which seemed to contain strange plants.

Beneath the storm, the demonic dragon—whether illusion or reality—slowly slithered over the man's glowing copper body.

Many anonymous negative reviews also vanished; the shop's rating climbed to over seven points; fans seeing this felt their sense of accomplishment return.

Several magic-infused sword qi slashed forth, colliding violently with thick, death-laden spells.

Chen Shi was suppressing emotion with primal energy; hadn't she, over these past half-years, done the same?

Normally, news capable of shaking the Bai Hu Sacred Land would be sealed and forbidden from spreading—but many already knew of Bai Jingjing's assassination; paper can't forever wrap fire, and eventually the truth leaked out from within the Bai Hu Sacred Land.

Lin De raised his hand to high-five Tiegen, but Tiegen stared at him blankly, so Lin De lowered his arm with a wry, embarrassed smile.

"Alright, don't worry—over thirty bodyguards are waiting nearby; one command, and even the toughest thugs will kneel and sing 'Conquer.' Let's go." He pulled Ai Xin'er inside.

Seeing Xi Yan's smiling, upturned eyes, she thought being teased by this fellow wasn't such a big deal—and then she smiled too.

She'd thought these were rare treasures, but they were just the most common counterfeit herbs displayed in the main hall of Shunhe Hall—she'd once glanced at them curiously.

Hearing this, Zheng Long and Zheng Hao exchanged glances; but seeing the half-old Taoist remain silent, they reluctantly sought out Master Shikong. The outcome was unknown, but from then on, for several days, Zheng Long and Zheng Hao never bothered him again.

"Sister came not with ill intent, only to remind you of one thing," she smiled. "Do you know what your greatest weakness is?" Before I could answer, she went on: "Your greatest weakness is that you trust others too easily." I froze—she was right.

Xulao Gui spoke in broken fragments, spitting out blood and flecks of shattered organs and viscera as he spoke.

Mengyao, because she came from the Jiutian Sect, even after obtaining the Zhu Que Fan, few dared target her—that's the advantage of having a great sect as backing.

After the countdown beneath the options reached zero, the screen indeed began displaying the next plot developments.

In truth, Mo Qilin was showing off—intending to impress Yi Bu.

Today, Zhang's Pork Shop welcomed great fortune: the boss's younger brother, Zhang Taifu, met two pig traders from afar who brought a large herd of lively, plump pigs.

Soon, the beastly leopard could no longer bear the stalemate and lunged at Lin Feng.

Music critic C: Someone once described a late great rock musician with a single phrase—I think it fits Yan Chen too: "He carried his guitar like a sword."

While I fought Clarent and Oma, Zheng Tianchu also engaged the remaining three vampires.

"Sister Zhao, just say what you need—then I can go back to sleep." Wang Jiao yawned, looking half-asleep.

"No… no!" Huang Xu Xu cried out loudly, but the only reply was the same empty darkness.

Zheng Qing said nothing, walked slowly into the inner room, sat beside the reclining aunt, took her hand, and watched in silence.

Offending the Yuqing Sect came from foolish stubbornness—refusing to run errands for Yan Yinzi, which angered him; in retaliating against Yan Yinzi, I also lost my place in the Yuqing Sect. Had I not been so obstinate, had I simply obeyed Yan Yinzi, I might still be studying the Dao there.

Take the human race: we face many hostile races—the Yao, the Mo, the Jing, the Wu, the Shou, the Hai—all formidable, especially the Yao and Mo, the two peak races, each as powerful as humanity itself.