Chapter 46

"Brother Qilin, what should we do about this?" The Myriad-Ant King's gaze burned bright. This divine herb was neither a shard of a battle spear nor the corpse of a celestial beast, making it exceptionally difficult to divide.

Before the flames could even touch Chen Yi's body, they were extinguished by a gush of spring water, giving Eric a sensation that was both chillingly refreshing and exhilarating.

Zhang San had everything prepared over on his side. The seasonings, meticulously blended by Wu Decai, already amounted to several hundred catties—more than enough for tomorrow's sales. After dinner, Zhang San called Yang Tian over and advised him to spend more time interacting with Wang Jin to improve his martial arts.

However, the culprit behind all this, Chen Yi, was shaking his leg and smoking a cigarette on the sofa. He had just bullied her in the office, exhausting himself in the process; she was truly a handful.

Cuihua reined in her attitude somewhat, though not without lingering reluctance, while the look she cast at the team leader was filled with undisguised hostility.

With a wave of his hand, Hao Yu rolled up the animal skin and put it away. Glancing at the food scraps scattered on the crystal-clear ground, he thought about cleaning them up too, but as he reached for a chicken bone, it suddenly seemed to come alive. Swaying gently, it drifted slowly up into the air, as if an invisible hand had picked it up.

In short, for nearly half a month following that, Zhou Hongfeng simply refused to grant Bian Yuanhang's requests for leave.

With his long saber thrust forward, pointing at Feng Yan who lay in a pile of disturbed soil with a painful expression on his face, Hao Yu showed no regard for the other's feelings whatsoever and said to him coldly.

Zhang San did not plan to rely on large-scale merchants from various regions for distribution; instead, he intended to cultivate his own network. For now, having only one or two products would not attract the notice of those magnates, and by the time they did take notice, his own distribution network would have already matured.

Biyue utterly despised Yin Qingyan for uttering such words at a moment like this. What did she take them for?

"This is Uncle Liu, the dormitory manager from my university, and this is his friend, Brother Yang Jinghui," Jiang Yao introduced to his father with a face full of gratitude.

When I first began meditating, I simply treated it as a way to enter a state of deep thought and unwind. Initially, I approached it no differently than practicing yoga.

After dismissing the numerous disciples, Liu Ruyan's figure flickered as she appeared before Li Changsheng and dropped to one knee.

The city defense commander was no pushover either. He had already swapped his weapon for a gleaming halberd, intercepting the incoming spear thrust with a horizontal block.

Who would have thought that even though the Divine Commander's cultivation foundation had been shattered, his mastery of silver needle techniques remained astonishingly sublime, effortlessly shattering the sneak attack.

Phone calls were immediately made to have the surveillance footage of the area checked. Aside from the police cameras, all the surrounding shops had their own surveillance systems. Everyone began stepping in to investigate.

Seeing the two elders looking so haggard and physically weak, Ye Wudao guessed it must have been because they had gone without food or water for too long.

The foliage was lush, the mountains and rivers picturesque, and as a gentle breeze swept past, it evoked an ineffable sense of profound tranquility.

Just as Wang Yuehai figured out how the totem had formed, the blood surging from the sixteen base points within the river of blood suddenly came to a halt.

"And once we reach that critical period, if the seven emotions exhibit any abnormal fluctuations, it will directly sever the emotions and detach the soul, making it possible to successfully stabilize one's cultivation at the Mysterious Immortal realm. Am I right, or am I wrong?" Long Xuan kong followed up with a prompt question.

The fluttering squares of rice paper drifted like dream-laden paper airplanes, dancing haphazardly in whichever direction the breeze carried them. Others resembled butterflies with broken wings, devoid of all vitality, and lay lifelessly scattered across every corner of that intersection.

Without a word, Artemis answered directly with an arrow. With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, the shaft shot forth. To her astonishment, however, Qin Wuyang managed to catch her arrow between three fingers.

"Order the main cannons to lock onto the space pirate vessel. Commence the attack as soon as the lock is confirmed!" Fei Ya's voice echoed through all twenty warships—the fifteen Swift-Shadow vessels and the five Tai'e vessels required no separate notification.

Xiao Yue wanted to assemble a professional adventurous party whose members were required to be at least level 45 or above. The team needed to feature a full complement of specialized roles—main offense, defense, scouting, and support—dedicated to hunting for treasure and slaying bosses in dangerous maps that players rarely treaded, while also undertaking various high-tier quests.

Mo Li caught the glint of hatred in Lin Wanyan's eyes, and a careless, faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Across this boundless expanse of the boundless sea, numerous inhabited islands still dotted the waters within a million li of Yingzhou. Beyond that million-li mark, however, islands grew scarce, and most of those that remained were utterly barren.

Lighting a lamp and closing the door, he hung a sign outside reading "In Cultivation, Do Not Disturb." Then, activating his Gale Steps, Xing Tian melted invisibly into the air. With long strides, he dashed off toward the back mountains.

Just as Qin Yu was feeling restless and annoyed, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something—a tattered garment hanging within a courtyard wall. Judging by its wretched state, it certainly did not belong to a wealthy family.

Monk Tianli nearby was doing the exact same thing, though his situation looked even more precarious than Qin Yu's. Watching the sharp claws descending from a sheet of pitch darkness, it was not hard to imagine how the two of them might end up flattened into meat patties beneath them.

Huang Xiao believed that when facing a crisis, Ye Feng's state of mind was not only far superior to his own, but also vastly outclassed many intermediate reincarnators.