Chapter 2020: The Entire Immortal Sect Longs for War

"The Immortal Sect has changed greatly..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

The materialist science of the spiritless universe holds immense potential for development; in the past, the Immortal Sect never invested too much energy, always focusing on Immortal Dao science. Now that they have truly turned their gaze here, they have immediately achieved many results.

However, that is all there is to it.

Immortal Dao science inherits the Immortal Dao legacy of hundreds of millions, or even billions of years; even a tiny Fireball Technique can be traced back to the Chaos.

Later, Xize also told her that people get used to haggling largely because the social market mechanism is not perfect enough; this is not a virtue.

"Sword-Flying Technique!" A soft shout suddenly came from the sky. Three beams of light shot toward the three King-level experts. Zhang Fei appeared before a Power King. Seeing Zhang Fei suddenly appear before him, the Power King immediately struck out with a palm. Zhang Fei gave a cold smile, and faint Bai Chong Guang appeared on his right hand.

In his left palm, he continued to rub walnuts with an air of indifference; at that speed, one could see he rarely had something on his mind.

"Did I say something wrong?" Realizing belatedly that the atmosphere was off, Zhuoyue uneasily scratched the back of his head.

Qin Jin Yu had previously heard about what happened to Wei Qingxuan in the Shu Consort's bedchamber. At this moment, he was thinking about how to get Emperor Wei to grant a marriage between Wei Qingxuan and Zongzheng Huan quickly, so that he would not be seen as breaking his promise.

She had lived in the Wei Kingdom's imperial palace for so many years and had not seen a single expert capable of crushing her; how could she encounter two in a row just upon arriving in the Yu Kingdom?

Qin Moshang was indeed a very excellent young man, but his family was too complicated—a true noble house.

The arena, originally divided into six equal parts, was now divided into three equal sections, with the scenery uniformly changed to a ball, a castle, and a jungle.

Tang Qishan sat in a chair, habitually leaning on his cane like a smiling Buddha. Even his impeccably tailored Zhongshan suit could not make him appear benevolent.

During the ministers' court deliberation, all believed that since this matter was caused by Sima Lun, he was guilty first; the subsequent suppression of the rebellion could at most be considered offsetting guilt with merit, and he should not be rewarded for merit. However, the Emperor had always been benevolent, proposing to follow the precedent of the late Emperor: treat imperial clan members with leniency and generosity, punish faults lightly, and reward merits heavily.

The light screen clearly displayed several lines of text, and beside it there seemed to be something resembling a map.

Sweet potatoes no bigger than a palm had long been washed out by the water, lying haphazardly there. Because they had been soaking in water, the sweet potatoes had already molded; patch after patch of black-brown mold made one feel immense regret.

Princess Minghui almost spat out her tea, choking into two dry coughs, looking at Song Yanzhao on the stage with some disbelief.

"Old Buffalo, Happy New Year!" Wang Daye, the father of the man who pulled the leather strap, shouted from across several distant fields.

Even for giants like the Four Great Sects, it was welcome to obtain treasures in hand without spending too much cost.

Her concerns about Su Chunxiao had been kept until now. And when Su Chunxiao said, "I do not want to be a substitute," she turned and walked away.

In this momentary relaxation, a barely perceptible current of water pushed the hand, which was floating helplessly in the water, onto Captain Rama's face.

Until he crashed into the trunk of a large tree did the Cloud-Shadow Ninja Village's Eight-Tails Jinchuriki finally stop his backward flight.

The people who came were obviously not very discreet; in the deep forest at night, they actually held torches, lighting up the dense forest as if it were daytime.

Fei Dong Xue had stayed by the side of Liu Zichen, the eldest young master of the Liu family in the Northern Region, at that time. When Qing Luo had gone to the Northern Region before, she had not seen her.

Ji Jida knew that the moment had arrived when it was most dangerous. If these two young masters were truly poisoned into unconsciousness, the remaining matters were something one could figure out with one's buttocks, and it would be extremely unfavorable for Ji Jida.

Mu Ying striking five boards was nothing; it was merely to intimidate the Southern Camp army generals. But he actually struck her forty boards. Every time she thought of this matter, Jing Heng's heart felt as if it were being fried in a pot of oil.