Even a clay figurine has a spark of temper.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know what you are saying?"

"My Jinyuan Sect is a Core Formation sect, the overlord of a region spanning tens of thousands of li. Countless rogue cultivators would give anything just to join us, yet you actually dare to ask me for benefits?"

Feng Yan laughed out of sheer anger, looking at Wang Chen as if he were an idiot. He seriously wondered if Wang Chen's head had been kicked by...

This floral basket was a natal magical treasure refined by Hua Xiangrong using a secret technique extracted from the memories of the Heavenly Fragrance Taboo of her past life. It was a pseudo-imperial weapon standing at the absolute pinnacle, separated from a true imperial weapon by only a hair's breadth.

Chen Mu likely knew that the Yeti had placed vision wards, but he paid it no mind. Playing on the blue side, he still chose to start at the red buff with the help of the bottom lane. As for his own blue buff, he had Kennen from the top lane keep watch for a moment to ensure the Yeti wasn't attempting to solo-steal the buff.

Upon reaching the Martial Saint realm, one's physical strength is considered secondary; what truly matters is the mastery and application of the power of heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the battlefield fell silent once again. Almost everyone stopped their killing, one after the other.

"No, no, Brother Song, my tolerance for alcohol is also quite low. Don't worry, and besides, we are in our own home, so it doesn't matter even if I get drunk," Song Zheng said with an honest smile.

Han Ling brought Ran Fei into the woods, where Chen Sheng was currently training his subordinates. Seeing the two of them, Chen Sheng beckoned to Ran Fei, signaling him to come over.

The ancient country was so wonderful. Everything from his past memories kept surfacing in his mind, and each time, it made him linger with nostalgia, wishing he could return to the ancient country right this instant.

Waves of medicinal potency seeped into Chu Mu's limbs and bones. The feeling was as if his entire body was wrapped in gentle feathers—slightly itchy, yet comforting and warm.

"Everyone, stop lingering here. Let's leave this place quickly; we might run into another expert from the Demonic Soul Sect," Yi Jianfeng said as he walked in front of the corpse of the black-robed middle-aged man from the Demonic Soul Sect. He violently tore the storage pouch from the dead man's waist and then shouted to Chu Kuang, Chu Yanran, and the others.

Such trials lasted for a total of fifteen days, and in the end, Zhang Yi successfully secured a spot among the ten chosen disciples of the Chuhuo Sect, preparing to participate in the Six Sects' Sword Trial.

Elder Qian was already filled with regret. With a slap to his storage pouch, a cyan alms bowl appeared in his hand, into which he poured his spiritual power frantically.

Bai He nodded repeatedly. "Exactly! Exactly!" A Tang Dynasty without Luomuan made Bai He feel empty, ungrounded, and rather frightened.

Yet Madam Qian only felt awkward for a brief moment before immediately and enthusiastically urging Jinqing to eat. The atmosphere was harmonious and friendly, as if the scene from moments before had never occurred.

So now, they had actually provoked Morning Mist Pupil, someone even more ruthless than a floor boss... People who court death will not survive; heavens may forgive sins of nature, but man-made sins are unpardonable. This phrase was tailor-made for them.

Even so, the two of them suffered miserably. Their entire bodies were so badly burned by the flames that not a single patch of intact skin remained, and their wretched state defied description.

It was just that over the past two days, she had been feeling restless, and even her senior brother would look at her with a meaningful, half-smiling gaze—how ambiguous it was.

"Hehe, hehehe... Totori, are you having your period today? Why so excited?" From Totori's perspective, Gloria's eyes were shrouded in dark clouds; she had clearly entered a dark state. And looking at Chiai over there, though she was smiling, what was with the murderous intent in her eyes?

The impact point on that meteorite bore a deep crater nearly a kilometer deep, and the edges of the pit had been completely crystalized.

"Hahahaha! He has fallen for my hypnosis! Unless I die, no one can save him!" Jiyong Yingnan said triumphantly.

"Cough, cough..." Potter's figure slowly stirred and then gradually solidified. As soon as he opened his eyes, Lin Hao saw that Potter looked like a stray dog. Other than having no obvious injuries on his face, his clothes had been blasted to shreds, hanging from his body like tattered rags and exposing large patches of skin.

"Cultivation has no limits, and the battlefield is everywhere. The imperial battlefield is a place that allows me to encounter worthy opponents. As long as it is for the sake of cultivation, your stance and mine have never changed," Lang Hao said.

The author's profile stated her name was Zhang Li, which should be Sister Zhang's name. It also introduced that most of the painting's inspiration came from nature. Tong Guoguai studied several paintings for a long time, yet she couldn't see any connection between this abstract art and nature.

Unlike Ghost Sacrifice and Underworld Dust, these two blades were divine weapons passed down through generations in the Underworld. The loss of the twin blades back then had brought utter disgrace to the Underworld. Now that there was a chance to reclaim them, a piece of sea crystal was nothing.

The fist struck dead center on the spearhead, and blood suddenly splattered. Yufeng's hand instantly gained a long wound, the flesh and blood mangled together. Meanwhile, Fang Wei's spear was sent flying by this single punch, stained heavily with Yufeng's blood.

That once-magnificent architecture was now a miserable sight after Zhang Fan's barrage of attacks. The three palaces on the right had completely collapsed, leaving behind a bottomless pit.

Thinking of this, Lin Hao finally cast off his mental burden. He secretly glanced at Ellis and Steve; the two of them were staring wide-eyed, carefully examining whether Yi Zhongtian had suffered internal injuries, leaving them no time to pay attention to Lin Hao. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly reached for the Blade of the Ruined King.

Perhaps Zhan Xiu had zoned out for a bit too long. When he finally snapped back to reality, he saw the strange gazes of the crowd, making him feel rather awkward.

"Princess, this cannot be blamed on Lady Su Jin. After all, when we went to see her, she was still unconscious," Xia Qianqian said while simultaneously casting a glance at Zhongli Yuxuan. Following Xia Qianqian's gaze, Zhongli Yuxuan saw Su Jin's hands wrapped in white cloth and instantly understood Xia Qianqian's intent.

Seeing this, Li An's eyes rolled as he recalled what Wang Shiguang, the president of the Culinary Association, had said to him before he came.

Han Feng nonchalantly took out his wallet and pulled out a stack of cash—not too much, just three thousand yuan. Seeing him produce money, several of them merely smiled slightly without making any extra movements.

Master Lü faced the suspicious gazes of the crowd without the slightest change in expression; instead, he said with unusual certainty.

Once finished, he began to feel a bit idle again. Since there was nothing to do, he decided to inspect the quality of their work... No sooner said than done, he clasped his hands behind his back, genuinely striking the pose of a boss.

"Oh right, how many days will the fusion take after the injection?" Yuan Ying suddenly remembered there was still a competition; what should she do if she missed it?

Indeed, Ye Tian could sense the despair and helplessness within those lines of text—the exact same feeling he had experienced in his past life.

Aside from Li Jinglue and Lu Yu, the two people directly involved, no one knew what they had discussed after Lu Yu stepped into the Li family residence for the second time.