Chapter 1135: Calculate It

Mo Hua pondered in silence.

Ordinary cause-and-effect arts concern the success or failure of a single event, and one person's life or death—small-scale.

But if that event is significant enough, involving many people and generating sufficient causal force, it becomes great cause-and-effect.

And when it relates to the rise or fall of an entire province, or even the fate of all living beings under heaven, the even vaster scope of cause-and-effect is called "Heaven's Mechanism."

People often pair "Heaven's Mechanism" and "cause-and-effect" together, but in truth, there are many differences between them.

Suddenly, the evil dragon burst from the water! Its massive seventh-rank body shimmered with countless dragon scales, sending up towering waves that crashed violently against the shore, causing all cultivators to turn pale.

Huan Kong raised the teacup to his lips as if reluctant to let go, then suddenly slammed it hard onto the ground—the tea leaves and liquid splattered everywhere.

The ice-fire flame vanished; the scar on his forehead deepened, as if a blade were about to burst forth from within. His crimson eyes glowed with a sinister charm. Shen Cong's blade slashed directly onto the arc's center. A hair's breadth away lay the gap—he did not go there, because he did not need to.

Xie Yunfei hurriedly supported Zhao Yun and smiled warmly: "Zilong, no need for such formality—call me elder brother." He glanced at Zhao Yun's puffed cheeks and suddenly thought of something wicked; he coughed lightly and helped Zhao Yun back to his seat.

"What?" Wen Zhong, who had remained utterly calm until now, tilted sideways at those words, nearly toppling off his horse—only his quick reflexes saved him from humiliation.

Upon reflection, what he most needed right now was spirit stones. His own cultivation required no concern for qi, but if he truly returned to Mu Zhou and found Zhan Tianwu and the others, they would need spirit stones most of all. Though he still had over ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, it was likely far short of what was needed just to activate a teleportation array.

"Your Majesty is benevolent," Lü Bu bowed, though inwardly he scoffed—he believed that to make one great general, ten thousand bones must perish; what did a few civilian deaths matter in the quest to unify all under heaven?

"How so? What does that array master have to do with it?" Liu Chenyang asked, still puzzled.

He couldn't understand why, if it was so disliked by Du Du the Witch, it remained so loyal to that dead man.

Praise is something essential between people; only by praising others will your friends not dwindle, and only by praising will you attract more affection. At this moment, Xiong Yu praised Director Zhang for no reason—he simply hoped these few words of praise would fill Director Zhang's vast vanity.

I cannot find a good word to describe my feeling—he is my antithesis, yet in an instant I fell for everything about him.

"Of course there is, and it's huge, huge—there are many delicious things, fun things too. When we get there, I'll take you to experience them all."

The fisherman rushed back into the cabin and pulled out a large barrel of fresh water, splashing it violently onto Lin Yong's face. Lin Yong grabbed it, hugged it to his chest, and gulped it down greedily—after drinking half the barrel, he collapsed backward, exhaled a long breath, and fainted.

I saw the eternity of starlight and the brevity of the breeze, the eternity of blood and the brevity of reality. And am I the world's favored child or its imprisoned prisoner? My eyes felt wonderfully open, gazing powerfully at all before me—as if with a single effort, I could pierce through every veil.

All who came to the Xuantian Sect to compete were elite from their own regions, accustomed to looking down on others; now gathered here, as the saying goes, one mountain cannot hold two tigers—some friction was inevitable.

Chen Ying told Han Ke that her entry into Longsheng was pure accident—she had only joined because the salary was high and the job seemed simple: just selling alcohol. She never imagined it would be that kind of work.

The closer Su Huai drew to the Tower, the clearer he felt the surrounding heavenly qi slowly gathering toward the Tenfang Tower. The movement of heavenly qi was extremely slow; unless he concentrated, even Su Huai could barely perceive it, while the others seemed entirely unaware.