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Chapter 952

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Li Yashi’s editorial, in Zhu Yijun’s view, held great value; things he had once struggled to understand became instantly clear, and its insights applied not just to government offices but upward to the imperial court and downward to clans—any organization of considerable size could benefit from it.

Identity politics, or rather, the more important the identity of an organization, the more idle, incompetent individuals it harbors, the lower its administrative efficiency, and the worse its outcomes—everything fails, which is precisely what Li Yashi had always sought to explain.

A disheveled woman with wild hair opened the door, her body hunched, shoulders nearly level with her waist—I had never seen such a stooped elder; she seemed permanently bowed, yet her arched back resembled the grotesque hump of a camel.

“Isn’t it easier if we have an exact location? After dinner, we’ll notify Zhuzi and Li Dazui—they say two fists can’t fight four hands; no matter how strong he is, we’ve got numbers—we can handle him!”

Soon the roller rink’s main hall was packed; those who could skate and those who couldn’t alike sweated profusely, enjoying themselves wildly, the blaring music and flashing lasers pushing the entire rink into a frenzy.

In the cultivation world, Yiqi Pills are among the lowest-grade pills, and their ability to heal injuries is far from the best.

The super crystal wall’s durability was equally superhuman; An spent longer than the entire span from his birth until his discovery of the super crystal just to bore a single hole through it and infiltrate its interior.

After walking for a long time through the wilderness, when we stopped to rest, I saw a grove had appeared near the mountains in the distance—it looked lush and green from afar, yet surrounded by a faint mist; strangely, mist elsewhere was thick and heavy, but here, near the grove, it was light and delicate.

A sliver of sunlight streamed through the window, falling upon the podium; Zhou Xiyuan stared at that beam of light, feeling something indescribable.

After Ye Lingfeng begged for mercy, she finally relented; though she no longer relied on the Zhao family, their cooperation was merely icing on the cake.

The surrounding qi had not yet dissipated; her wounds, crushed again by the immense pressure, split open once more—when suddenly, Miao Jueyang emitted a crisp sound.

Chu Yi made no pretense; he followed the beauty who brought calamity, both locking onto a single direction, charging forward one after the other.

System Prompt: Your summoned entity, Yin Thunder, has dispersed. Upon re-summoning, the template will revert to its original form.

After emerging, these individuals did not idle—they continued hurling their mysterious explosions toward Ji Rulei.

Back then, Xuanzhenzi rejected the sect leader's position to pursue the Dao, while the ascetic head monk could not assume the leadership of Emei even after renouncing the world; the position was surely destined for Mietchen, yet to everyone's shock, Changmei Zhenren chose his seventh disciple, Miaoyi Zhenren Qi Shouming, as the new leader.

“Our undead race was born relatively recently and is scattered across the lands; when you encounter other high-level undead, carry this message for me: go to Ling Mountain in the Divine Realm—that is the largest known gathering place of our kind.” To Liming’s surprise, Ju Xi’s words sounded remarkably simple.

Chen Guangda heaved heavily as he flipped her over; his scorching breath reddened Tan Datun’s cheeks; her resistance instantly turned to reluctant yielding—yet at that moment, Chen Guangda suddenly froze, propping himself up on his arms, but in the pitch darkness, it was impossible to tell what he was doing.

The Ruyi Immortal Realm opened like a black hole, its vast maw swallowing countless Lei Ze Divine Sands in a torrent, making them vanish.

Gu Chen caused too much commotion, drawing the attention of Huayao Song, the Immortal Lady of the Green Satchel, stationed there by Changmei Zhenren’s order—her cultivation neared that of a Celestial Immortal, and her strength need not be mentioned.

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