Chapter 17: The Sinful Cultivator

Since childhood, Leng Yue’er has been highly sensitive to the emotions of others, able to discern everyone’s attitude toward her. Although Qin Cang concealed his intentions well, she sensed a deep malice emanating from him. This malice had persisted ever since their first meeting, and it had just grown stronger. Instinctively, she wanted to refuse Qin Cang’s assistance. But before she could...

Zhuang Xun was the last to sign up, so he was the last to compete. He did not present his own name but instead joined the other half of the participants on stage to draw an opponent’s name. Everyone glanced at each other, and suddenly, as if struck by a surge of bloodlust, they rushed en masse toward the luminous screen beyond the archway. This time, however, the destructive thunder that annihilates everything did not appear.

Although Su Lan left just as the paparazzi did, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t follow and photograph Jun Ying again in the future.

The eldest young master was brought to Yanmen due to his innate talent, while the prince, as a scion of a sect’s branch, strictly adhered to the sect’s rules forbidding private transmission of its teachings. Only by achieving great merit was he granted the opportunity to pass knowledge to the second young master.

This bloodline was extraordinarily powerful; by harnessing the power of blood in attack, it could rival the strength of cursed artifacts. Moreover, fusing blood power with a cursed artifact would double its force.

“And look at this corpse; it seems the death was unnatural!” Wu Mo said, pointing at the body.

This subtle gesture revealed a calm and strong inner resolve. The black-clad youth noticed this, feeling not only humiliated but also an inexplicable fear.

Li Ronghua, unaware of Princess Minghui’s mixed feelings of admiration and pity, took his leave.

He turned toward Shang Meng, who looked at him with concern. His usual arrogance before Jun Ying now faltered.

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The man in the black robe showed a measure of respect, for his master had spoken of this man before his arrival.

Thus, for a plunderer to obtain a seventh-rank flying sword was not exceedingly difficult, but acquiring a seventh-rank weapon capable of being taken out of an instance was tremendously challenging.

When online media exposed the matter, traditional media naturally didn’t want to be outdone. Television stations were among the first to respond, interrupting recent news broadcasts with this story. With the media’s amplification and the controversy of the topic itself, the resulting sensation was immense.

An outbreak aboard the fleet left Zhang Qin bewildered, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Just now, Dr. Chen had brought troubling news: Dr. Xiao had fallen ill.

Mo Fan’s brow twitched slightly in surprise before he quickly grasped the situation. Since the last Endless Competition, he had become a top-tier internet celebrity in the game’s Endless World; naturally, countless players remembered his face.

Amodo’s eyes sparkled with an inexplicable gleam as he looked at the resting soldiers of the large barbarian tribe in the distance, then glanced at the unmotivated American mercenaries.

However, forging a second primordial spirit from one’s soul had drawbacks: it required splitting one’s soul, which weakened the foundation and essence of the self. Recovery would take a long time, and if the incarnation were killed, the soul itself would suffer grievous damage.

Now, the people of the Lion Camel Kingdom were numerous and powerful. On the mountains and in the valleys, both inside and outside the kingdom, there were countless monsters—perhaps over a hundred thousand. Their renown was at its zenith, nearly rivaling Mount Thunder’s, and the fame of the Five Demons of the Heavenly Dao was no less than that of the Seven Saints of the Demon Clan.

Although newer Mi Yu 1 phones existed, the price of the Mi Yu 1 was still considered expensive in their eyes.

Last time, an eighth-rank plunderer had fallen to his hands. So this time, what awaited him? A ninth-rank plunderer? Or would that person come in person?

“Only these few left? What a joke, not even enough to fill a tooth gap.” Opening his mouth, he lifted the gourd and poured contents in. After gulping down four pills, they were gone.

After eating, the two went outside for a walk. Mu Ling then realized the room he had just been in was actually a treehouse.

Cheng Lingyu smiled coldly, his right leg striking repeatedly in a single-leg flurry, kicks varying in length and speed, overlapping like shadows. The strikes vibrated space and distorted the heavens, unleashing a fierce shockwave.

How could the other party not recognize this as the carriage of the Loyal and Brave Marquis’s household? They clearly knew she was inside and were deliberately provoking her. If so, why should she hold back?

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“Why the rush? The army will depart in two days. Since you, Huang’er, cannot join the expedition, Old Six naturally cannot either. Just entrust everything to the Empress.” The Empress spoke with firm conviction.

“Teacher, rest assured. I’ve learned some disguise techniques. At dawn, I’ll find some herbs to alter my appearance and should be able to leave the city. Even if Chen Huan wants to capture me, he wouldn’t bar everyone from leaving.” Chen Luo said calmly.

Just as Nangong Ning reached Nalan Bing’s side, she suddenly fainted. Nalan Bing hurriedly supported her, and chaos ensued inside the room.

Before long, several more shadows emerged from the protective barrier of the Zhanlan Academy, arriving before Mo Ning and kneeling with faint squeaking sounds. This time, unlike before—when only one puppet entered and one emerged—eleven had entered, and now eleven emerged, clearly one more than before.

“Your complexion is extremely pale. Qingyang has gone to gather troops. Let your men escort you to another residence!” Qingzhou said, deeply concerned.

In contrast, the demon clan, despite a change in commander a year ago, remained shrouded in mystery regarding the new leader’s identity. They now awaited a great battle to reveal it.

There was mineral water in the carriage. She took it, opened the cap, and placed the water and capsules before him. Her smoky eyes looked at him, growing more worried.

Another member of the third group was equally outstanding—a seventh-rank intermediate spiritual controller from Xuanzhou named Lei Dechang, possessing overwhelming cross-level combat ability. He defeated other seventh-rank controllers with a single move. Even Lu Mohan’s last remaining man was none other than Lei Dechang.

He was not yet married. If he revealed the truth only after marriage, it would be too late. Given Su Wanqi’s character, she would never forgive him and would feel betrayed and hurt. The longer he delayed, the deeper the wound.

Nan Xinzi, hearing someone praise Nan Zhi’s beauty, felt jealous and tightly clung to Mo Linshang’s arm, casting a challenging glance at Nan Zhi.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent elegant room, a man pressed a bamboo cup against the wall, leaning close to listen carefully to the sounds next door.