Volume 1, Chapter 60: Making a Big Issue Small

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"Ye Qiu? The madman?" Although Cade didn’t attend the duel today, being well-informed, he naturally knew who Ye Qiu was. But since the losses were all from Yizhi Xie's troops, he felt no remorse; if they managed to break through the Shuoren army's formation by chance, it would be an even greater feat.

"Yes." In her fury, Madam Zhou gave no room for Mistress Zhang to utter a single useless word; she bowed her head and went out to summon someone.

Kurose Izumi was a complete computer novice, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been caught browsing through the history and files on the disk.

An Nianchu suddenly smiled. She glanced at Qin Muchen and found him unexpectedly adorable at this moment. Four words flashed through her mind: love idiot! But was he really a love idiot?

He was the earliest to receive the priest's grace and also Xu Muzhen’s most loyal follower. Now, seeing Master Xu suddenly fall, he could no longer sit still.

Qiu Xuan was not very familiar with the use of spiritual power and naturally didn’t understand what Huoyun was talking about. At once, Qiu Xuan asked Huoyun to teach him how to use spiritual power. Although Qiu Xuan was unaware of other mysteries, it was quite useful for tracking people.

"Stop babbling nonsense. It’s only right that I come to visit Han Ama," the tenth elder argued deliberately.

Even if others could provide the funds, he didn’t want to rely on crowdfunding, as he had promised to treat everyone.

As for the fluids beside him that made him feel comfortable, they were clearly a viscous substance similar to saliva, continuously sticking to him and pulling him into a gaping bloody mouth.

However, she didn’t want Pei Shiyin to notice. Pei Shiyin had stayed up all night guarding her and cared so much. She didn’t want her to worry any further.

He longed to find those evil spirits and have a proper conversation with them. Couldn’t everyone live in harmony together in this world? Why must they wage war? Why do some powerful beings refuse to see a peaceful world and insist on bringing devastation?

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Pang Tong’s right hand wielded the Seven Star Sword in a flurry of wild slashes, while Ma Chao dodged left and right, using his spear to parry the sword away.

Ma Hongmei couldn’t help but admire Duan Lang’s musical genius. No matter how she expressed herself, Duan Lang could capture the soul within the briefest 2/4 beat and immediately respond, as if they were performing a long-prepared duet of zither and flute.

The five hurriedly descended into the tunnel, where three turntables awaited. Three of them applied the same method simultaneously, closing the secret passage’s door.

The Spirit of the Heavenly Way finally gave a clear sign, making the endless years of waiting worthwhile.

The man laughed heartily; his voice echoed within the cave before bursting outward, reverberating between the cliffs.

Under these circumstances, Earth suddenly entered the era of technological evolution without any transition, which surpassed Xiao Long’s understanding and caught many by surprise. Therefore, the matter of the Heavenly Path must be taken seriously, but Xiao Long hoped to stabilize Earth first before addressing it.

After Huang Zirong finished speaking, the entire scene fell into complete silence. Everyone stared at him in stunned disbelief.

Especially those of the Emperor class and above—they already possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas. The void lightning shot from space posed no threat to them whatsoever.

Nebula and Muling had only intended to fill their stomachs lightly, but the hot pot was so delicious that they devoured six bowls in one sitting, becoming so full that walking was difficult. They had no choice but to take a leisurely stroll to aid digestion.

In the steaming open-air hot spring, over a dozen middle-aged men relaxed comfortably, each showing different postures and expressions of satisfaction. Yet the fierce glint they unconsciously revealed betrayed their true identities.

“Do you think that’s possible?” Yuan Futong said coldly. While others had only a superficial understanding of the immortal seed and couldn’t immediately threaten themselves even if they knew, the demonic spirits of the Chaos Demon King knew his background thoroughly. In the demon realm, they posed the greatest danger to him.

Ye Fan indeed wanted to ask what kind of figure was the leader of the Blood-Red Dusk, but he hadn’t expected it to be so secretive.

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Boom! Seven thousand heavy cavalry charged directly into the main force on the right flank. The tight formation, like bark, was violently torn apart by the heavy cavalry. Shield soldiers couldn’t withstand the heavy lances and were pierced through.

“Are there any conditions to join the alliance?” Yuan Futong furrowed his brows and asked again.

He jabbed the ground casually, each stab leaving a pit. Although shallow, it was still hard to pierce the earth even with an iron sword or knife without force. Though the spear only had a +1 piercing effect, it was quite effective.

“I don’t know.” This time, Chu Xiong answered with only three words and said no more. Not hearing the expected name, Shangguan Wenfei felt slightly disappointed.

Song Shidao didn’t decline either. After a brief greeting, he boarded the carriage, which exited through a side gate and arrived at a bustling street lined with locust and willow trees. Leather shops, embroidery stores, wool merchants, grocery stores, paper shops, cotton warehouses, and fresh fruit stands flourished, showing the city’s return to prosperity.

Supporting himself with both hands, Ye Fan climbed up in a few moves. He didn’t leap out rashly. At this moment, a faint breath naturally emanated within him. Using a “withdraw” technique was still manageable. He carefully scanned for abnormalities and found none, then timidly peeked out.

Thus, his understanding of fate and the resulting reverence for it surpassed that of anyone else.

Upon seeing the spiritual talisman bestowed by the Wine Sword Immortal, several late Nascent Soul cultivators, including Elder Yu Xuan Zun and Elder Xiaoyao, all displayed expressions of envy.

They should have been unrelated mysterious beasts, yet now one after another appeared here, which felt truly unusual.

At this moment, Mo Lingtian’s eyes were exquisite, shining like stars in the heavens, dazzling and captivating. They were also like bottomless black holes in the universe—deep and enchanting.