Chapter 74: Everything Will Come Back to the Point That Bigger Fists Are the Real Hard Truth (Second Update, Getting Better and Bett

Once, a bastard who owed ten trillion said something.

How does one build a career?

"Buy, buy, buy." "Merge, merge, merge." "Encircle, encircle, encircle." "Grow, grow, grow." "Good, good, good."

It sounds like nonsense, but the truth is hidden within it.

Acquisitions and mergers bring allies and helpers; encircling territory brings resources; being big enough thickens your health bar—added together, doesn't it just keep getting better and better?

Of course, the merits of a methodology and its practice

Ling Yang cracked sunflower seeds as he spoke smugly, "Naturally." Then he waited for his master to praise him.

But before her continuous displacement had covered a hundred meters, an incomparably terrifying surge of killing intent came crashing in, shattering in an instant her gapless displacement domain and rendering her proudest mobility soul technique useless.

With his current means, tagging low-level cultivators with this art cost him virtually no effort, yet outside of special circumstances this method had little meaning—fortunately, he had now run into exactly such a circumstance.

Therefore, toward those slave cultivators they felt a kinship in suffering, and toward Ye Fanchen they felt inexpressible gratitude. Having reached this point, Falling Star Mountain would never again be enemies with the Great Dragon Sect; they had no idea how to repay Ye Fanchen's kindness, let alone raise a hand against the sect of their benefactor.

In his view, only Shui Wuxin was a man worthy of Zhou Ruolian entrusting her whole life to; even if he had no sweetheart, he could not end up together with Zhou Ruolian.

Li Feiyu was preening himself when he saw Gao Yuan and the others step forward and begin emptying the contents of their spatial bags; at the sight of so many fine things tumbling out of Gao Yuan's bag—

Such a weak opponent placed at the very end meant the later stages weren't as tough as imagined; thinking of this, Qin Gang felt it was still acceptable.

However, ever since Li Zheng took the position of clan head, he had cut off contact with the Cangmang Xian Sect and was completely unable to send messages over, and for two years running the offerings that should have been delivered to the Cangmang Xian Sect had never appeared.

Thinking of this, she pulled herself together—after all, she couldn't let people look down on their family just because the head of the household had died.

Moreover, the reason the Great Celestial Bai Tongzi had been suppressed was that his consciousness was, after all, foreign and had not yet fully fused with Ye Fanchen's own consciousness; this forceful suppression would instead accelerate the fusion between the Great Celestial Bai Tongzi and Ye Fanchen, and once the Great Celestial Bai Tongzi awakened, Ye Fanchen's consciousness would vanish forever.

Ever since Wan Fei became Noble Lady Wan, the Senior Wife hadn't so much as shown her face—no comfort, but thankfully, no gloating either.

"You sly thing—how on earth did you come up with this idea?!" Jinfang picked up the round fan from the table, unable to keep from smiling.

The Heavenly Wolf let out wave after wave of angry low growls. Back when humans had first appeared in the Ice Prison, Silver Eyes and the others had openly gone looking, and he, the Heavenly Wolf, had also secretly dispatched his subordinates to search for humans, but after a long time without finding any he had given up. He hadn't expected that this time, when news finally came, it was already from over half a year ago.

For someone of Su Meimei's status, a commercial street with such an enormous flow of people was highly unsuitable, but Chu Rui was quite confident in his own strength; moreover, there were bodyguards secretly protecting them from behind. While one couldn't say it was foolproof, Chu Rui could guarantee personal safety.

The two of them together laid Wu Tian on the reclining chair, then rose and looked at the white-haired, decrepit old man; their hearts ached, and a veil of mist instantly welled up in their eyes.

The golden giant sword plunged into the earth, peeling off a layer of the entire ground, and another fissure dozens of zhang long appeared on the land. Several zhang wider and several zhang deeper than the previous one, Ling Yifan took out a spirit sword and planted it on the ground, propping up his body that could collapse at any moment.

"I won't let go." Rong Fanxi held her, one hand stroking gently down her back as if that could soothe her.