Volume 1, Chapter 30: Mother Gu Grows Suspicious

"We cultivators have already achieved inedia; our Purple Mansions are formed, allowing us to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. We will not starve for quite some time," Xi Yuan said in astonishment.

Although it was a fifty-fifty split, it was only temporary. After all, this battlefield was within Han Yuyi's body—it was his home turf, granting him a certain advantage.

As it turned out, these people were disciples from the outer and inner sects of the Feiyun Sect, and they had come this time hoping to join the Heavenly Gang.

"No, we haven't left this place for a single step since we contacted the master. We hid behind the giant rocks in the valley during the day, and no villagers discovered us," Zhang Quan confirmed, while the other two also looked toward Zhang Tiancheng.

Hua Qing thought she would have to wait for him a while longer, so she stretched. However, just as she finished announcing her name, Mo Huaijin's door opened, startling her so much she nearly twisted her waist.

He was no saint; having grown up with Shu Yalin since childhood, it would be a lie to say Guo Chunxi had no feelings for her. It was just that Shu Yalin had always treated him as a brother, so he could only play along with her expectations.

But with so many people watching, if he did nothing, he would surely lose his standing in the pugilistic world once word got out.

The moment Li Chen saw the wine and smelled its aroma, he was already intoxicated. The amber liquid was smooth and mellow upon entering his mouth; it was not as harsh as the immature distilled spirits Li Chen had made, nor was it as bland as water like the wine of Dukang. As he sipped and savored it, his mood was magnificent.

Tian Yu struck first. He used no weapons and no martial techniques, relying entirely on a whimsical, freestyle fighting style.

"It's nothing major. This is a Turkic spy captured by General Su. He wouldn't confess anything despite being tortured, so he was sent to the death row," the official said.

There were five large pieces of luggage and four massive trunks; a single car wouldn't have been enough to hold all of it.

According to the deployment, after capturing Diwariya, the main force would continue to advance toward Hilla and then lay siege to Baghdad.

Never mind that Wang Dong and his team only had a few dozen operatives; even if the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force were mobilized, they might not necessarily find the nuclear warhead hidden inside Mount Fuji.

Both of them were still in their young beast forms, but their intelligence was quite high—especially Sister Rabbit, whose emotional intelligence was off the charts.

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After all, in this era, the production and marketing costs for a major Hollywood blockbuster could reach a two-to-one ratio; this meant that for a film with a two-hundred-million investment, one hundred million was spent on promotion alone.

Garuda suddenly accelerated. The surrounding environment seemed to slow down, and in a fleeting instant, the Ice Epoch Monarch and the Soul-Refining Ice Ghosts all stood frozen as if time had stopped.

The fourth round of gambling began, but there was no real change. For Huang Butian to try and win against Sister Rabbit was nothing more than a pipe dream; the nickname "Invincible Rabbit" was well-earned.

High in the distance, the Star Martial Academy's warship was anchored. Yue Mei stood upon it, clutching a divine bow that radiated red light, her cold eyes fixed on Wu Ke.

The Wolf King, having unleashed a wind blade, was already bearing down with monstrous ferocity, crushing everything in its path as it charged madly toward Yang Mucheng's position.

Over a hundred reporters from television stations and newspapers, along with more than two hundred guests, had already taken their seats, and the dozen or so cameras surrounding the podium were ready.

Every direction had been accounted for, except for the unexpected situation where they could not directly confront Zhou Luting, making it impossible to take her away immediately.

After getting out of the car, Luting still felt a lingering fear. Could she continue to work like this? She couldn't believe her own submission. She walked toward the entrance of the office building.

Gu Zhihan let the recovering spiritual practitioners return to rest. He sat alone by the threshold, looking like an abandoned ragdoll.

For years, the Four Directions City had been considered an impregnable fortress. Since the fall of Xuesha, it had become the northern gateway to Shanliang. However, precisely because of these sturdy walls, the state had invested very few troops there, especially in terms of scouts.

If ghost curses were so easy to deal with, it would have wiped them out long ago; there would be no need to put up with their insolence.

He looked up at the cloud, preparing to crush it and stomp on it a few times to see if it would dare to be naughty again.

The amusement park was so large that it wouldn't be easy for them to take Qingning out; she might still be inside.

Luo Wuyou did not open her eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down her temples, and her damp hair clung to her face.

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"If you won't help my family, then get out of my way!" Nie Ying didn't even spare her husband a kind look and shoved him aside.

Hua Qingcheng had dressed up specifically for today; after grooming, he looked even more peerlessly beautiful, like a god descended from the heavens.

The vortex swirled, creating a powerful suction force that, combined with the devouring power of the black hole at its center, kept dragging everyone toward the middle. The six of them dared only to skim along the edge of the vortex.

The bodies of Bai Xuan and Bai Jun were suddenly sent flying like straw effigies, blood spraying from their mouths.

Gu Tianxue’s breath was as fragrant as orchids, intoxicating to those near her. At this moment, she was drenched, her shapely curves fully exposed. Her wet hair and the droplets on her face made her look breathtakingly beautiful—a beauty different from her usual self.

"Just don't get too close to him. Let the Silver Tiger King entangle him, and we will assist from the side. Today, let him and this bastard child be buried together," Ji Kuangdao and Duan Juan said with savage expressions.

"It doesn't take that many; too many is actually a bad thing. Three pieces are enough," Ling Duyu said hurriedly. "You should take back the rest." As he spoke, Ling Duyu picked up three godheads.

Ling Duyu’s flight along the way could be described as incredibly stylish. The three peerless immortal-treasure-grade seven-colored lotus pedestals beneath their feet emitted ribbons of light that curled upward, enveloping them. On these ribbons, seven-colored lotus flowers the size of teacups appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Chen Zheng had just finished his seclusion and needed a day to familiarize himself with the situation, so scheduling it for the day after tomorrow was just right.

"It's just that the soul and spirit your father lost have been gone for too long; I don't know if they can still be summoned back. Besides...!" Li Cheng explained to Fugui.

Fuxi reached the depths of the forest and saw a vast peach orchard, heavy with tender, juicy peaches and filled with a rich, fragrant aroma. Fuxi couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Although Fuxi was a man of great virtue, he was, after all, still a mortal—how could he resist the temptation of these immortal fruits?

The Demon Emperor swept a cold gaze across the demons and, without a word, walked straight toward the throne at the head of the great hall. The familiar palace, the familiar throne—everything seemed unchanged.