Chapter 702: Copper Head, Iron Brow

Xiao Yu's sword, swift as a falling star, appeared ordinary—merely thrust toward Xiuge's chest.

In truth, this strike held profound subtlety.

Every living person breathes; every martial artist's internal Qi flows in rhythm with their respiration.

Even when Xiuge sank into deep slumber, his true Qi still circulated within him, synchronized with his breath, instinctively activating to protect his body.

Precisely when Xiuge's Qi rhythm shifted, becoming most sluggish,

Second-rank mid-grade spiritual plant, Ju Shen Tea, is an exceedingly rare variety of spiritual tea that enhances magic power while slightly strengthening a cultivator's spiritual sense; even a single liang of its leaves is priceless.

Hazak mistakenly believed Karen was tight-lipped, but could do nothing—watching Karen's retreating figure, he sighed softly, his inner pressure intensifying further.

It must be the world-destroying scheme deployed by the Five Lords of the Dark Dao: Tianmo Ji Cang and Xiantian Jimo Fang Taiyuan.

They had all heard before that among the spiritual farmers, there was a young man with exceptional spiritual plant talent.

Back in the ward, the head nurse scolded me again, saying my old wounds hadn't healed and now I'd added new ones—what a cursed constitution.

The Retired Emperor has just passed away; the Emperor is now occupied with funeral rites, and moreover, no one knows whether someone might seize this opportunity to stir up chaos within the palace.

"So, it's only that the two sides failed to agree on profit-sharing—not that Old Master Liu completely stole the Liu family's techniques?" Lu Zhao Ling asked.

Chu Ling, witnessing this scene, felt a surge of excitement—he intended to hold an imperial examination, and beyond the above goals, he had another purpose.

The Emperor can win countless times; after all, supreme imperial authority rests in his hands, and winning is nothing remarkable—but if he loses even once, it's entirely different.

Shen Nu ate quietly, recalling that day at the cinema, muttering to herself: You've never seen him show emotion.

Gao Yan picked up a bowl of milk porridge, satisfied. "Porridge—" Gao Yan discovered for the first time that he could still be a teacher.

At such close range, killing several pseudo-Golden Realm cultivators who were completely unprepared would be effortless.

Gu Jing seemed to realize this too; his dark, glossy eyes turned toward Gu Qingyun and Jian Wei, filled with amusement.

Jian Man, his fingers pinching her chin, met his gaze, lifting her face, eyes wide open, answering without a trace of fear.

This teacher, in modern terms, was equivalent to their class advisor, managing their daily life and studies.

He instead stretched out diagonally across the bed from behind, propping his head on one hand, smiling at her.

"After we marry, I'll hand over all our family assets to you—then I won't have money to take concubines," A Jie mused. "Auntie said a good man must learn to give all his money to his wife. Of course, a good man may secretly keep some necessary funds—not for wrongdoing."

Bai Liufeng's forehead veins throbbed, his rage fierce; his handsome face radiated searing fire.

Wang Zhi suddenly understood—yes! The throne wasn't even secured yet, and already people were vying for it; if he were in their place, he'd be furious too.

"Hmph, if you use me as a shield again, I won't let you off!" The cute girl blushed, feigning indignation.

Only now did Mourinho's gaze lift from the snowflakes on the car window, turning toward the driver's seat.

If my team didn't have Xia Xing, Manchester United would never have reached this height—certainly not.

During a tackle, Koscianski recklessly fouled inside the penalty area, conceding a penalty kick.

Those slaps were real; Lu Chen, never having been struck before, burst into loud sobs, leaving Lu's elderly parents heartbroken.

Of course, their admiration wasn't just for them—it extended to the harem dogs squatting on the ground, gazing up at the Hell Hound; their eyes held more than admiration—they were brimming with affection.

The Heavenly Dao Pact: if one party unilaterally breaks the pact, they shall face the Great Dao's judgment—minor consequences include collapse of the Dao heart, major ones mean death and dissolution of the Dao.