Chapter 69

Yet tragically, at least one-eighth of the numbers on the Soul Calming Sect's list were obtained through this method.

Wang Ge was genuinely startled by the scene before him; though he had already learned of another world's existence, the constant appearance of shocking and never-before-seen things kept refreshing his worldview.

But because the distance was too great, the photo was blurry, and after being posted online, many people sneered at it—until Xu Da's two uncles uncovered it, at which point the two men fell completely silent.

This was Zhen Qian's second formal marriage to a concubine; though marrying a wife and taking a concubine were entirely different, wealthy families often invited relatives and friends to celebrate, and he certainly couldn't skip this step.

These people all had ties to Qi Tianjiang and got along well with him; when Qi Tianjiang assured them over the phone that they could get the money, none of them believed him, but Qi Tianjiang didn't explain much—just told them all to come over.

Zhang Fan smiled and randomly opened a private message. Seeing the question in the message, many netizens burst into laughter.

Each drop of spiritual rain contained a vast amount of spiritual energy; during this time, everyone who received the spiritual rain's baptism would experience a qualitative leap in their body's maximum capacity to absorb spiritual energy.

"You're asking about the Guiding Stone, one of the two secrets of the Boiling Sea? I didn't mishear, did I?" the Chihuahua confirmed.

"Aren't we eaten enough grilled fish? Why suddenly think of eating it again?" Lu Ka asked in confusion.

Fortunately, the soul storm had already begun to weaken, and Zhang Chen had set up the illusion array first thing in the morning, also blocking the soul storm's fluctuations; otherwise, these soldiers might have been knocked unconscious the moment they stepped out.

When I saw him dare to strike, I couldn't hold back—I rushed from behind and punched the Zhao Young Master right in the face.

Everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing; they couldn't even imagine how powerful Zhang Wei had become.

For anyone who dared threaten the Liu Family Tribe, Liu Yifeng had only one word: kill. Even though the Spirit Bear Village Chief was merely an attendant, he couldn't let him go so easily.

Sword rays, like radiant crescent moons, radiated chilling frost, overwhelming killing intent, terrifying and dreadful, sharp beyond compare, slashed at the Poison God.

In fact, one could say that cultivators of this level were mighty beings even in the vast universe.

Wang Yu didn't know that the guy had waited downstairs for nearly half the night; luckily it wasn't winter—if it had been the dead of winter, enduring half a night outside wouldn't have been easy.

Qin Jun gazed at the nine Domain Lords opposite him and smugly thought: the Domain Lords all tilted their heads to watch the battle, their stunned expressions greatly satisfying Qin Jun's vanity.

I smoked, then suddenly caught a peculiar scent—this odor couldn't be masked even by the smoke.

The inner court students, upon receiving the Flame Spirit Gold Water, immediately sat cross-legged to absorb it; during this absorption period, more Flame Spirit Gold Water would inevitably surge forth, giving many low-level students a chance.

Though he'd felt a bit regretful and even disappointed just now, he knew Lan Fang meant well for him, and he understood his current situation—indeed, it wasn't convenient to act recklessly.

"Do you know any prominent families with the surname Liu? Or, don't you know Liu Yuan?" If they truly were from the upper class, their circles were limited.

But Fan Dongzhu seemed to have some kind of eye twitch—she kept winking at Si Qingyan beside her! The winks were far too obvious and deliberately targeted. Was she interested in Si Qingyan?

After being politely refused, she refused to give up—she went to Hai Anhuai and confessed her feelings outright, but was still politely refused.

If that's the case, then the person behind the Xuanwu Group might indeed have been injured during filming—then there'd be nothing suspicious about it.

Originally, finding him was simple, but since they'd parted, it was better to see each other less often.

"Gu Qing, say that again," Lu Mofeng said, his face instantly chilling at her last words.

He still felt some resistance inside, but Meng Ruxing had long since boiled him like a frog in warm water; by the time Meng Ruxing gently pierced this terrifying veil, he found even if he wanted to escape her grasp, it was nearly impossible.

"What's wrong?" Mei Fang led Niu Niu in, seeing Liu Can's crestfallen expression, and couldn't help worrying whether he'd been scolded by Xi Jingcheng.

Elisa fell to the ground, her lip split open and bleeding; the microphone fell with her, crashing heavily to the floor with a loud "buzz," startling everyone into covering their ears.

At that moment, Bai Yingbuxiu moved again; seeing his current situation, he looked utterly incredulous, struggling to turn his head—and saw Ye Nishang holding a hand seal, time's law surging wildly. Clearly, his earlier paralysis had been entirely due to Ye Nishang.

Now that Pan Hongda was beside her, the Deputy Mayor's Lady's haughty, disdainful gaze returned—after all, Pan Hongda was universally recognized in Risi City as the number one expert, second only to the Mayor.

Still, few were surprised by Yan Xiao's concealment of his techniques; for alchemists, trivial skills could be freely shown, but any technique tied to their core secrets had to be carefully hidden.

The characters were bold and forceful, as if carved directly into the stone tablet with fingers, enduring countless ages without a single scratch.

All things have origins; if she gained control of the Cycle's origin, she would directly and completely control the entire Cycle—if this happened, the World-Controlling Law would permanently lose its authority over the Cycle.

Jing Yun, whose face had just broken into a smug smile, had his lower half instantly slammed into the rock.

Master Ma sighed helplessly, still drawing his long sword and advancing toward Ouyang Guangming; in Master Ma's view, it would take at most ten strikes to subdue this imperial palace elite from the Dragon River Palace. Surely Ouyang Guangming couldn't be all that formidable—or he wouldn't have been assigned to guard Wanghai Hall, such a remote and obscure palace.

"Hmph! Just a Grand Ancestor Realm Stage One cultivator! My father is a third-tier Being of the Other Shore—he could obliterate him with a flick of his finger!" Gongshu Yan declared firmly.

As He Zheng sneered loudly, Xiao Yang, hovering above the Black Poison Swamp, also moved—he watched the Poison-Devouring Three-Headed Dragon still dazed, spun his palm, and simultaneously summoned the First Spirit Gate and Second Spirit Gate.