Chapter 51: The Smooth Path

Those pampered air force pilots, all of whom held officer ranks, would frequently organize entire bombing formations. They would load the toughest bombers with the maximum possible payload of bombs, while other fighter planes served as shields, escorting the bombers through the sky-full of anti-aircraft barrage to charge directly into the positions protected by the void shields and smash right through them.

Because they understood that what Gu Weichen said was true—they had lost their own children, which was why they longed for Tiantian and An'an.

Standing upon the hill, Zhu Huan watched Cao Zhang enter the ambush zone. He tightened his grip on the sword hilt and, with a single, fluid motion, drew his blade to sever the red banner at his side.

Guided by the golden light, the two advanced. Once again, it felt as though they were walking in circles in the exact same spot, but this time, it led them straight to a massive gate.

As the Soul-Resolving Sword slashed across the beast's body, it would absorb a portion of the spiritual energy within the creature as nourishment to feed and strengthen itself.

However, when Jiang Xu touched the pastries, he did not pick them up to eat. Instead, he poked this one and prodded that one, showing no intention of eating at all.

Today's live stream broke a peak concurrent viewership of 250,000, with gifts and tips surpassing 300,000 yuan, setting a brand-new historical record for Yan Live.

Standing in the outer room, Jiang Xu could not see if anyone was outside, yet he seemed not to have heard the sound of the door opening.

As soon as Yu Wannuan uttered those words, Jiang Ying's figure paused, and she subconsciously reached out to tug at the corner of Jiang Xu's sleeve.

During the Song-Mongol wars, many people had heard of Diaoyu Fortress; however, Diaoyu Fortress was merely one link in the outer defense perimeter of Chongqing.

Wind and Clouds surged upward. He inherently possessed a Corpse-Evil Constitution, while the energy Dainan Fengyu had driven into his body was none other than the Corpse King's Qi. This caused a qualitative transformation in his physique, all the more because the Corpse King's Qi was truly formidable.

The moment Zhou Ye stepped out of Lin Fan's room, Lin Fan's phone suddenly rang. Opening it, he saw it was King Qin Guang, whom he had added as a friend but never once contacted.

A succession of divine abilities and incantations poured into the seas of consciousness of the nine heavenly demons like a spiritual enlightenment. The Buddhist golden body and light abilities were displayed in full view, everything completely under control.

Fengyun, Jianyu, and Puhui walked outward step by step. Up to this point, Fengyun had not even truly unleashed his martial soul.

"He still refuses to see me. Nowadays, my mobility is also restricted. Having come to the domestic front, I feel even more helpless," Song Zhen said with a trace of distress.

After dismissing the unrelated onlookers, Elder Bai, Bai Qiuping, and Bai Qing looked toward Lin Fan with faces full of gratitude.

The state of the wound was much the same as yesterday. But naturally, while the medicinal herb was quite effective, it was not miraculous enough to heal a wound significantly overnight.

This was a psychic stone, a communication tool exclusive to cultivators. Costly to manufacture, it allowed communication with people thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away.

"Let's begin. Teacher Zhang is presumably unable to come due to some matters," spoke an elderly man in the center, possessing the complexion of a child with white hair, a wise expression, and profound eyes.

Moreover, this kind of feat could practically only be accomplished by the Wood Clan. Even if other races possessed the exact same capability, they would run an extremely high risk of being consumed by the colossal influx of information and having their minds broken.

The price offered by Qin Sheng was already astronomical, far exceeding the intrinsic value of the purple peach spirit grass in everyone's eyes. To continue competing would be entirely meaningless, so no one else raised the bid afterward, and Qin Sheng ultimately claimed the purple peach spirit grass.

The biggest problem currently facing the Deyun Society was, of course, the suspension of operations for rectification. Figuring out how to reopen was the most crucial task at hand.

Though she acknowledged Liu La's strength, Dayu harbored not the slightest hesitation regarding her ability to defeat him, remaining thoroughly confident.

She was unaware that this was the effect of Wang Zheng's moron halo, nor was there any need for her to know; she only knew that at that exact fraction of a second, the man's body had stiffened.

These pertained to his personal financial assets. Since investigation after investigation revealed no irregularities, the man was likely entirely legitimate. Rumors had long circulated that he was the maternal grandson of a founding party elder, and his family had always operated large-scale enterprises.

As for true immortals, they possessed infinite lifespans. If one could spend eternity guarding and cherishing their beloved immortal partner, that in itself would be a deeply fulfilling matter.

"Ever since the ancestors departed, we have been unable to open this valley once more," True Lord Qingshui replied with a bitter smile.

A faint purple spiritual light mingled within the howling gale. The pale demonic shadow seemed corroded by that purple light, gradually turning translucent and dissolving into a phantom. His figure, illusory as a nightmare, radiated the chill of an evil spirit.

Then again, one could never be certain; the chaotic void spaces of the Great Star Realm were simply too vast. There was no telling how many genius and prodigious races existed, harboring countless formidable figures. To look no further, take Mr. Bai Yu of the Human Race—he was an invincible prodigy; otherwise, how could he command such immense prestige among humans?

The biology teacher was furious, her face flushed red. Pointing at Liang Yiran, she was momentarily at a loss for words, shouting "Who are you calling a scumbag?" while shoving Liang Yiran to the floor.

At the sight of Conan's face turning crimson from oxygen deprivation, the gaze within the eyes behind the black gauze veil grew even more terrifying.

Immediately after, the stone platform split open, revealing a colorful, fist-sized sphere in the center. Cheng Cheng touched the sphere with his hand; it felt hard, much like a stone.

Suddenly, she collapsed. Blood poured forth like a torrent, cascading down the blade of Zhanlu and staining his hand. He knew that if he failed to withdraw the Zhanlu blade embedded in her heart, she would die.

Yet her gaze carried an overwhelming multitude of emotions, fleeting away in a mere fraction of a second, leaving her no time to analyze the feelings hidden within.

"My cousin works in Guangzhou. She says plastic surgery isn't like it used to be—you can get natural-looking results, and it's not very expensive!" Xiauchu Ming knew Letty disagreed with her notion, but she refused to give up; she was determined to persuade Letty.

Mrs. Yu emerged from the kitchen and said to Yu Xinyi, "Xinyi, take your classmate up to your bedroom to play." The group rose and headed upstairs to Yu Xinyi's bedroom. Occasionally, the sounds of bickering between Mrs. Yu and Mr. Yu drifted up from downstairs. A moment later, the noise ceased, followed by the sound of a closing door.

Upon hearing that voice, her body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head back to behold a handsome face.