Chapter 107: Stack High! Rainy Night, Knife in Hand, No Umbrella! (6.5K)

A seemingly ordinary punch turned out to be astonishingly powerful—wherever the fist's force passed, space shattered like glass into countless fragments, truly inconceivable.

Xu Tian followed the traces of the two fighters' battle, crossing mountains and valleys, and finally made a new discovery on the third day.

Geniuses are one percent talent plus ninety-nine percent sweat; without doubt, everyone in Class A possesses that one percent—but whether they'll all pay the ninety-nine percent is uncertain.

Zhao Xueyin and Zhuo Yue also ran over, and in the void, a faint image replayed what had happened.

The discomfort of Baiyou disease made him want to move nowhere; to him, it seemed an unprecedentedly well-behaved state.

"Awan, we're not staying at the inn anymore—let's find a house and move out, okay?" This was the first thing I said to Awan after returning from Fanglesi; I thought, even Banlan and Tanghua could live freely even in despair.

He had roughly figured out the price-increase logic of the life simulator—it should be based on his current foundation, including bone quality, cultivation level, cultivation technique, and spellcraft, among other factors.

After dinner, Xu Tian chatted with Fang Tong for a while about this special spell affecting the internet, then left; though the child struggled with language, from his description of the sensation, Xu Tian vaguely felt the interference signal might be something he could accomplish too.

Even Xu Tian now began to wonder what grand moves the hidden Immortal Cultivation World would make next.

So she thought Chen Lu's change would not be easy—very likely, he was just pretending to be good.

After he left, everyone from the National History Office rushed over to congratulate Xue Tingrang, and even some from the Junior Scribes' Hall peeked in from outside.

Yi Feishi grew anxious—where was the Lord going? He had not forgotten the inexplicable misfortune that had befallen Xu Yifang today.

Xue Tingrang arrived at the Baoding Prefecture government office and found Prefect Chen Maolong, asking him who the largest grain merchant and wealthiest household in the area were.

"It's a Sacred-Level combat technique!! Transcending Heaven, Earth, and Human-Level combat techniques! The most powerful Sacred-Level combat technique!!" Lin Chen was overjoyed, his heart pounding uncontrollably, his inner world surging like tidal waves.

Because Ye Jiarou was not favored at home, she had to save up her pocket money for a long time just to treat her friends to meals.

Most importantly, she absolutely could not let Prince Xin become a wife-slave—otherwise, how could she ever control that troublemaker again?

"Hey, bastard, are you really sleeping?" Qin Yumo gently pushed Lin Chen, who lay on the floor; she found him asleep like a dead pig, a trace of sorrow still on his face.

Tang Qingyi did not let him off—he immediately ordered the surrendering troops taken to the outer city. Though the Crown Prince still had many loyalists, none dared move now, their faces no better than those of the dead.

Jiang Qiyun did not open the gift; he crossed his arms and coldly watched how the man flattered his future in-laws with smooth talk.

The boy's slightly rough palm rubbed against the cold, jade-like skin, sliding in through the open zipper, roaming freely.

Both struck with full force—Guangya's hand was cleanly severed, Xiao Guyu was pierced straight through! Both winced in agony, clutching their wounds.

Meng Shi urged Wu Shi for a long time, but seeing Wu Shi remain silent, she said nothing more and left.

"Spreading heresy, what nonsense are you talking? This matter was clearly requested by the village head to our family—if not… we wouldn't have even thought about arranging a ghost marriage." His voice grew weaker, and he dared not raise his head.

"Second Uncle!" the shopkeeper called softly—no wonder the elder spoke to the shopkeeper in a senior's tone; there was this relationship after all.

"Do you all still remember the Heavenly Demon Lord, who once dominated the heavens and single-handedly annihilated our united anti-demon army, his power unfathomable?" asked the Lord of the Nangong Clan.

"Teacher Qian! This is absolutely not Yu Ji's handwriting! She never wrote like this!" Zhang Qingjing hurriedly said, her eyes flickering with panic.

Just as Zhang Lang wanted to say more to cultivate his bond with Chen Yun, he glanced over and helplessly smiled, sighed inwardly, and walked toward the direction he had just looked.

This time, what he refined was not the Thousand-Spirit Pill he had given Jiang Hu earlier, but the inferior Hundred-Spirit Pill! The efficacy would certainly be reduced, but curing cancer, leukemia, AIDS, and such was no problem.

He hadn't looked before—but now that he did, Zhang Lang's chest swelled with rage. All talk of being a model socialist youth vanished from his mind at once.

Seeing Su Mei, held tightly in Zhang Lang's arms, smirking triumphantly at him, Liu Keru felt a surge of grievance. "Zhang Lang, you bastard!" she nearly shouted at him, then ran out of the kitchen, eyes red.

A dull sound rang out—what shocked Li Shidi and the others was that Ye Haochen's fist shattered the blade aura without resistance, then, undiminished in force, descended upon Li Shidi with unparalleled pressure.

The spiritual energy in heaven and earth was abundant, spread everywhere—but to gather so much at once was rare, even unimaginable. It was like a roasted duck, perfectly carved, placed before you, with dipping sauce and chopsticks right at hand—who could resist eating?

Ye Er's body instantly emitted earth-yellow qi as he stepped forward and grabbed for Ye Haochen's throat.

Seeing Yin Hua, who had lost weight dramatically and aged years in less than half a month, Weiwei could no longer hold back her sobs.

Prince Cheng squeezed and kneaded Zhu Yin's slender neck, nearly squeezing him into spitting foam.

Had it not been for certain special reasons that kept him far from Jingcheng's political center, those praises would have become even more legendary.