Chapter 837

Though it was her first time hearing an explanation of the Yin Cultivation Method, Xiao Yu’s current realm was high enough, and her experience and insight sufficient—she understood the fundamental principle at once.

Recalling several years ago, her handling of Shao Yao’s corpse had achieved only the effect of “nourishing the corpse.”

It paled in comparison to the Yin Cultivation Method taught by the Queen Mother of the West to Lady Danhua.

She had merely been nourishing the corpse; the Queen Mother didn’t need to nourish at all—she simply used one Jiangxue Pill to make the corpse decayless.

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With a sharp rebuke, Gouzi lunged forward—but at that moment, Gouzi noticed a faint smile on Duan Yi’s lips, the smug grin of a hunter watching prey fall into a trap, and his heart cried out in alarm.

To Wang Xi, Chen Yufan nodded with a smile; his mind was pure, so he was the one most able to accept this reality—and precisely because of that, Chen Yufan favored Wang Xi the most among the five.

Though surprised, the blue-clad man no longer intended to block the five arrows with his body; after a series of rapid directional shifts, he evaded all five arrows within an extremely short distance.

The chief attendant, Nalte, hurriedly summoned several assistants outside to close the windows and draw the curtains.

Of course, Hu Zi’s so-called “discussion of ideological issues” was probably conducted not with words but with fists; Chu Mingqiu immediately understood his meaning. Yongzi watched them with amusement, thought for a moment, then realized—he shook his head; were they really joining the group like this?

A cool breeze blew, perfect for resting. Desai reclined half-lying on the soft, gravelly riverbank, feeling too alone, and turned his head to find his guard officer, Lieutenant Raymond Jacques, still standing watch nearby, eyes alert to the dark surroundings.

“Heh.” Elric chuckled warmly, then turned without expression to play cards with Ellic and Lumia, while Lingmeng and Orange watched from the side.

The five sixth-rank experts of the Wanma Assembly had circled and infiltrated stealthily, using the mark left on the strange horse stolen by Chen Yin, and finally trapped Chen Yin here—each felt immense relief.

The mechanical armor struck by the shot leapt upright. Two jet nozzles provided it with sufficient thrust; its speed rivaled that of a third-rank spiritual beast, with even greater stability.

“Damn it, who’s making so much noise outside!” Mavakhovsky snatched the floor from the President of the Upper Council, his mood foul.

A flurry of wild punches and kicks left the senior elder utterly defenseless, his face bruised and swollen, blood gushing from his nose.

In our subconscious, we assume the more powerful the Word of Power, the higher its sequence number, the stronger and fiercer it is.

He had only ever sought to prove to us just how terrifying his power was, to make us retreat in fear. Gu Yuhe could not fathom the reason—it could only be attributed to the madness of a god, who scorned all beings and toyed with them.

After asking, I wanted to slap myself—what a stupid question; this was Dongshan’s Graveyard, who the hell would live here?

Yet the bullets modified by the Research Department had only caused it to bleed slightly—its defensive power was astonishing.

Having prepared to fight again, he was surprised to enter the inner city and find a man around forty already waiting at the gate, flanked by three young men, each as imposing as a dragon or tiger, radiating formidable aura.

Moreover, Gan Lin learned from the original owner’s memories that her father had done nothing out of line, and her brothers were no villains—how had such rumors spread?

Jian Lengfeng drew his sword in response; no one could withstand even one of his strikes.

At this moment, her soul felt as if immersed in a warm spring—warm and comfortable; if it continued much longer, her soul might grow intoxicated.

If the second anime could make viewers believe “Qingji Productions means quality,” then Qingji Studio would have succeeded.

The door had an electronic lock; Ning Aoxue entered the code, and the door slid open automatically. Chu Tianfeng grabbed his luggage and followed Ning Aoxue inside.

Su Qianye obediently brought her pajamas, then sat on the bed drying his hair—he disliked using a hairdryer, yet had enough patience to dry hers.

“Hmph, you think escape will be easy? I’ll tear you apart myself.” Huang Xiaoxiong whispered, and at once his entire aura surged violently.

“Go tell your fans not to wait—I’m leaving.” Su Feibai ordered, staring at his phone.

That was a Dao Mark one rank higher than Huang Xiaoxiong’s—an unprecedented feat in the history of Donghuang Continent, possessed by Zhao Chuan alone.

Amid a clash of metallic weapons, Jiang Chen raised his hand and summoned a demonic mountain, its form as real as if it existed, echoing with the howls of apes and tigers, the buzz of monstrous insects, as if a demonic land.

In the drama, Minglan was a brother-obsessed girl, possessing an extreme possessiveness toward her brother, bordering on pathological obsession.

Watching her enter the kitchen, Fu Xinyu and Song Qiming exchanged glances, checked their phones, and understood.

Danzang chuckled: “Bullying fellow Leaf Village members—isn’t that a bit too arrogant?” To ninja from other villages, Danzang never showed a good face.

Mizuhara Kansuke nodded repeatedly; he knew Bai Shi Longyi was referring to the third-year Ten Outstanding Students of the Engetsu Academy.

He’d collected a pile of Silver-tier gear—all high-level items at levels fifty to sixty—but once players’ main levels reached fifty to sixty, who would still wear Silver-tier gear?

Today’s mission, besides rapid leveling, was to collect ancient orc tusks, plus obtain a legendary weapon blueprint.

Zhang Ji felt as if a stone pressed on his chest, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

After speaking, the bald priest did not straighten—he remained deeply bowed, awaiting the princess’s reply.

Yet in the deep night, a light breeze brushed his body; Jiang Yan, wearing only a thin shirt, could not help but feel cold.

At that moment, the Wolf King howled to the heavens; the snowstorm scattered instantly, and a bright full moon rose, pouring down moonlight.

Lin Wei struggled to open his bloodied eyes, cast a smug glance at Duo Bipo Luo, then emitted a flash of light from his body.

Thus, those who came to surround it hoped the Wind-Thunder Beast’s extreme pride would cause it to stay and fight them—only then might they find an opening to kill it.

The events from two days ago haunted him like a nightmare, swirling endlessly in his mind. No matter how much he prayed to the Holy Light, these memories always surfaced unbidden.

“My brother and sister-in-law, my whole family—they’re so lively.” The boy’s face brimmed with envy.

Though the young Zhang Zhetian had been active for less than a year, and though he didn’t arrange tactics or decide who played, like the already-famous Bei Huang did.

Jian Mofan stared intently at Yan Mumu for a long while, noticing she was Ditou biting her straw, looking bored.

“If Mourinho focuses purely on defense, few can break his bus.” Neville said.