Chapter 107: Stacking High! Carrying a Blade on a Rainy Night Without an Umbrella! (6.5K)

It was a seemingly unremarkable punch, yet its power was unexpectedly earth-shattering; wherever the fist force passed, it crushed space like a mirror shattering inch by inch, truly beyond belief.

Xu Tian followed the traces of the two’s battle, crossing mountains and ridges, and finally made a new discovery on the third day.

Geniuses are one percent talent plus ninety-nine percent sweat; without a doubt, everyone in Class A possesses that one percent, but whether they will all put in that ninety-nine percent is another matter.

Zhao Xueyin and the Zhuo sisters also ran over, and in the void, a floating image demonstrated what had happened.

Bai You was feeling miserably ill and didn't want to move anywhere, which, in his view, looked like an unprecedented display of obedience.

"A-Wan, let's not stay at the inn anymore; let's find a house and move out, shall we?" This was the first sentence I said to A-Wan after returning from the Fangyue Bureau; I thought that even Banlan and Tanghua could live so wantonly in desperate circumstances.

He had roughly figured out the pricing logic of the Life Simulator; it was likely based on his existing foundation, including his innate talent, cultivation base, techniques, arts, and other comprehensive qualities.

After the meal, Xu Tian chatted with Fang Tong for a while about this special magic that affected the network before leaving; although the child’s ability to organize language was poor, based on the sensations he described, Xu Tian vaguely felt that interfering with signals was something he could also accomplish.

Even Xu Tian was now starting to wonder what big moves the hidden world of cultivation would make next.

Therefore, she felt that it would not be easy for Chen Lü to truly change. It was very likely that he was still pretending to be good on purpose.

After he left, the people from the State History Office swarmed up, one after another offering congratulations to Xue Tinghuan, and there were even people from the Imperial Academy peeking in from outside.

Yi Feishi began to panic; where was the Sovereign going? He had not forgotten about Xu Yifang, who had suffered for no reason today.

When Xue Tinghuan arrived at the Baoding Prefecture government office, he found the Prefect Chen Maolong and asked him who the largest grain merchants and wealthy families in the area were.

"It’s actually a Saint-level combat technique!! A combat technique that transcends the Heaven, Earth, and Human grades! A Saint-level combat technique with the most immense power!!" Lin Chen was overjoyed, his heart thumping uncontrollably, his inner feelings like crashing waves against the shore.

Because Ye Jiarou was not favored at home, she had to save her pocket money for a long time every time she invited friends to eat.

Most importantly, she must not let Prince Xin become a henpecked husband; otherwise, how would she be able to control that disaster in the future?

"Hey, you bastard, are you really sleeping?" Qin Yumuo gently pushed Lin Chen, who was lying on the floor, with her jade-like hand, only to find that he was sleeping like a dead pig, with a trace of sadness still hanging on his face.

Tang Qingyi did not let him off, immediately ordering people to take those who had surrendered to the outer city; although there were still many loyalists around the Crown Prince who had not surrendered, they dared not make a move at this moment, and their complexions were no better than those of the dead.

Jiang Qiyun did not unwrap the gift; he crossed his arms and watched coldly as this man used sweet talk to curry favor with his future parents-in-law.

The youth’s slightly rough palms caressed that skin as cold as jade, sliding in from the parted zipper and wandering wantonly.

The two exerted force suddenly; one of Guang Ya’s arms was hacked off fiercely, and Xiao Guyu was run through straight away! Both were in such agony that their faces twisted, clutching their wounds.

The Meng woman persuaded the Wu woman for a long time, but seeing that the Wu woman remained silent, she said nothing more and left.

"Spreading heretical ideas, what nonsense are you spouting? This matter was clearly requested of our family by the village head, otherwise... we wouldn't have had the heart to meddle with any ghost marriage." He became increasingly lacking in confidence, not even daring to raise his head.

"Second Uncle!" the shopkeeper called out softly; no wonder the old man spoke to the shopkeeper in the tone of an elder, so that was the connection.

"Does everyone still remember the Lord of Heavenly Demons, who once covered the sky with one hand, wiped out our joint anti-demon army with a single palm, and possessed unfathomable strength?" the Nangong family head asked.

"Teacher Qian! This is definitely not Yu Ji’s handwriting! She doesn't write like this!" Zhang Qingjing said hurriedly, her eyes filled with some panic.

Just as Zhang Lang wanted to say something more to cultivate the relationship between himself and Chen Yun, he glanced to the side, smiled helplessly, sighed in his heart, and walked toward the direction he had just glanced at.

What he refined this time was not the Thousand-Spirit Pill he had given Jiang Hu to take a while ago, but a more inferior Hundred-Spirit Pill! The medicinal effect would certainly be reduced, but treating cancer, leukemia, AIDS, and the like would be no problem.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but upon seeing it, Zhang Lang was filled with rage by the scene before his eyes. At this moment, the words about being a "socialist three-good youth" from just a moment ago were all thrown to the back of his mind by Zhang Lang.

Seeing Su Mei, who was being held in Zhang Lang’s arms, smiling triumphantly at her, Liu Ke’er felt a wave of grievance in her heart. "Zhang Lang, you bastard!" After shouting this sentence at Zhang Lang, almost using all her strength, Liu Ke’er ran out of the kitchen with red eyes.

A muffled sound rang out, and what shocked Junior Brother Li and the others was that Ye Haochen’s fist shattered the blade aura without any obstruction, and then, with undiminished momentum, carrying an incomparable oppressive force, it covered and pressed down upon Junior Brother Li.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abundant, spreading across the wilderness. But wanting to gather it, and in such a large quantity, was truly rare, something one wouldn't even dare to imagine. It was like a perfectly roasted fat duck placed in front of one, with the dipping sauce and chopsticks right at hand; how could one not eat it?

Earth-yellow true qi suddenly erupted from Ye Er’s body as he stepped forward to grab Ye Haochen’s neck.

Looking at Yin Hua, who had lost several sizes and aged many years in less than half a month, Weiwei could no longer hold back her sobbing.

Prince Cheng took the opportunity to pinch Zhu Yin’s slender neck, squeezing and kneading it, almost making Zhu Yin foam at the mouth.

If it weren't for some special reasons that kept him away from the political center of the capital, those good reputations would surely have been even more legendary.