Chapter 330: Use Fire as Fuel, Cultivate Pure Yang! (Request Monthly Tickets)

If either side unilaterally violates the agreement, it could easily spark war between the two clans and invite sanctions from the Southern Witch Alliance.

Professor Chi Tonglong enjoys amusement and greatly admires those who dare challenge him, which is why he created the Mirror World.

Soon, the bathtub was brought in; two guards carried the water barrel into the tent, glanced dismissively at Zhang Xiu, set down the barrel, and fixed their eyes on Sun Yu, as if to confirm whether Sun Yu was actually going to bathe—if he tried to trick them, they'd drag the barrel away.

The squad leader didn't behave like those armed police who stormed into the mountains searching for Zhao Haiping, blindly exhausting themselves by taking cover in any available shelter; for a special ops expert skilled in laying ambush mines, these theoretically ideal hiding spots were precisely the best places to set traps.

Since Zhang Ruyun was deep within the dense forest, though the season had warmed, the mountain's cold dampness still bit through, and with fine rain drizzling incessantly, even though his pure yang true qi could instantly dry his wet clothes, prolonged exposure made him unwilling to defy the heavens. The longer it lasted, the more a chill crept in.

Brother Li nodded, slowly gathering his own power: "We must hurry. If he continues gathering energy like this, we won't have even a sliver of chance at victory."

At this moment, the sea of red erupted again as more prodigies emerged from the ocean, receiving legacies.

During his conversations with Adam in the shelter, Adam had once asked him whether his left eye had been bought from Bai Chou.

She snapped open her eyes to find a sinister male face before her—she immediately recognized him as Zuo Qingcang, yet the expression on his face and his current movements were ones she had never seen before.

Though she had long known the Shen Sect was reckless and had plunged all of central China into chaos, only upon seeing the detailed intelligence did she realize just how brazenly they operated—utterly unbound, doing as they pleased.

Lin Chuan was an orphan raised in an orphanage; at age five, he was adopted by Shu Ya's parents, treated as their own, and shared an exceptionally close bond with Shu Ya, closer than biological siblings.

For his second mythic item, Lü Yi didn't opt for the safe choice of the "Bloodthirsty Axe," but pursued maximum damage with the "Divine Separator."

The four men's sarcastic postures made the livestream viewers cheer "enjoyable," but also infuriated Han Xiaozis who sincerely supported T1 and the haters desperate to see Yi ÷ punished.

Wang Yuan maintained a polite smile, thinking: You should know better than I do what's going on between you and Tang Dong.

That evening, when Zhao Changpeng's car entered Chen's mansion, the guards at the gate stopped him.

Li Xiuchang glanced curiously at the senior brother guarding the herb field, only to see the man equally bewildered.

"Senior Mo, how much are these ten seeds worth?" Li Xiuchang didn't put the seeds away, but asked about the price.

When Tang Yanchu returned, the bedroom was empty of Song Ying, but her phone sat on the bedside table.

Within the pagoda space, the golden divine dragon bound by black chains continuously released torrents of power, absorbed by Chen Erzhu into his body, refined and transformed into his own dragon qi.

She even felt grateful to him, yet the aftermath of the breakup lingered; even after five years, Song Ying still couldn't regard Tang Yanchu as an ordinary friend.

Releasing one's magic to control another's body isn't magic—it's merely control of magical energy. Such control is limited to cases where the magical power difference is extreme, such as a wizard with magic manipulating a non-magical Muggle or an object.

The oath he blurted out was so absurd that Yu Yao flinched, dumbfounded, then shuffled over, clutching her belly, slashed a curve with the knife, and drew two refracted light lines.

The Void Dragon's friendship meant nothing to Li Qing—he already had a Void Dragon mount and needed nothing from them—but having another friend was always better than another enemy.

The admission card's settings resided in the system's core zone, the main control center. It was where Qin Jiu first stood formally before that metal door; before he even approached, the system triggered a red alert.

Xiang Yundu finished his soup but didn't touch either chicken leg; Bai Meilan glanced at them, her eyes reddening again—one was reserved for Ajiao, the other for Guai Guai.

What can you accomplish in ten minutes? Even if You Huo and Qin Jiu were at their peak, even with more people, finding and controlling Du Deng Liu within ten minutes was pure fantasy.

It's roughly the same as "the recipient's phone is off—you won't receive your message until they turn it back on."

Ajiao smashed the lock with one palm, entered the office, pulled out the donation ledger, flipped through a few pages—the fundraising had already reached over a million, not just from parents, but from prominent social figures as well.

The ghost infant had no spiritual awareness, only instinct; drawn by the scent, it rushed to the center of the school building's lobby, opening its mouth to absorb the malevolent qi.

Seeing Qiao Xin and Qin Junxi's expressions, Duan Hanxin and Qingqing nearby couldn't bear to watch anymore.

The old man knew, Qin Yunfei's mother knew, King Qin Xue knew—but Qin Yunfei herself did not, likely because they deliberately concealed it.