35 The Wang Family

The second item consisted of a Boqi beast, slain by Di Jun and Tai Yi during their travels across the primordial wilderness, along with a cloak crafted from its hide.

Wu Yan’s heart stirred. Could such a weapon, by its very nature, be capable of precise long-range control?

Since this subordinate’s magical artifact had just been shattered, Wang Hong ordered him to distribute these items to the others for use.

The scarlet vampire did not get angry; instead, he laughed. He licked his lips, his tongue extending unnaturally long—a gesture at once bewitching and bone-chilling.

Upon hearing this, Qing Ye’s face flushed red instantly. For some reason, her mind subconsciously drifted to that man who looked like an immortal descended to earth: Di Jiang.

A demon requires two conditions: a physical form and a consciousness. The young green lotus seedling before them possessed both—the lotus itself as the physical form, and the soul of Li Youwei as the consciousness.

Most players felt the cost of changing professions was far too high, but if the Ghost Swordsman was truly this powerful, the situation might be different.

Lin Leimeng instructed someone to notify Wu Shazhan while simultaneously calling his team at the overpass, warning them to be alert for suspicious individuals at the exits.

Zhou Cun was not merely pressing a beer bottle against Su Axi’s head; his right foot was raised, hovering just before Daisy’s abdomen.

To survive and to grow, one must possess sufficient strength. Especially concerning his wealth—without enough power, he would eventually be devoured until nothing remained.

Seeing his anxious expression, Yun Zhen had no choice but to stand with his hands behind his back by the window, recounting to Master Feng Yang the story of Meng Hanguang’s severed arm and the ambush the Heaven Gate members had suffered.

However, Ji Feng had his own theories. He suspected that Wuming’s method was related to his experiences during the era of Questioning Heaven. Because of this, even while worried, he trusted that Wuming would break through the predicament and return in glory.

Improving mental power is not the same as cultivating physical strength. Only upon reaching the three realms of the Primordial Spirit can one temper the mind as one would refine the body.

Clad in a simple T-shirt, white trousers, and ordinary casual shoes, she still carried herself with the peerless elegance of a princess.

"Do not involve your master. You are you, and your master is your master. We simply look down on you, that is all," Situ Xuan said languidly.

"The spiritual energy within your body is too immense. Look at these mountains where the energy converges; it is terrifying," came the voice of the Myriad Things Cauldron, filled with awe.

Compared to the Nanyang region, almost all overseas Chinese viewed the Central Plains as a dreamland, much like how people in later generations yearned for America.

Her smooth, silky black hair draped like satin over her delicate, fair back, the contrast of black and white only enhancing her grace.

His uncle was a powerful figure among the Shatuo tribe, whose influence had been second only to his father’s a few years ago. What kind of situation had things devolved into now?

These men were not tall, but they were sturdy, their dark skin a testament to constant combat in the wild. Even so, there were many casualties; over two hundred people surrounded a few dozen, and it was evident that those in the center were severely wounded.

Furthermore, from the aura, Su Zheng concluded one thing: this was an Immortal King-level powerhouse of the human race.

The two then parted ways; Gu Chan headed to the Kaiyuan Pharmacy, while Ma Zheng returned directly to the Chunfeng Medical Clinic.

Before the attendant could speak, Master Gu stood up, his face beaming with joy, and ordered the attendant who had just entered to lead him there immediately to take a look.

The True Essence Realm offered another advantage: because one’s own inner energy forms a grand cycle with the energy of heaven and earth, one can absorb special energies from the world itself.

Seeing them bow their heads in admission of guilt, Su Zheng was slightly surprised; he had expected it to take a great deal of effort to settle the matter.

Since the situation on the border was currently uncertain, obtaining intelligence from "the Rat" was certainly more accurate than listening to hearsay.

It turned out that this secret realm did not belong to the White Tiger Hall originally; it was merely a location they had discovered and deemed most suitable for relocating their entire sect. They did not even know what existed within the realm, only hoping to bide their time and make a comeback after growing stronger.

"Fine! Let’s leave it at that for now. I actually quite like you; I think you have potential. Perhaps we can be friends," Xue Lihua said with an amused smile, her tone softening as she felt a desire to nurture talent.

The phone rang again. This time it was Feng Chao, telling him to come to the town government office immediately. The mayor was not in—he had gone to Qidu—and Feng could not leave his post.

Zhu Pingjin was not unaware of these rumors, but as a man whose profession was politics, he would not be distracted by such absurdities as long as they remained within his threshold of tolerance.

Two days later, while there was still no word of movement from Cao Cao’s side, Zhao Yun and Gan Ning had already arrived near Mengjin.

Anan had a fanatical obsession with metallic spiritual materials; no matter how many she collected, it was never enough. She pursued this task tirelessly and had recently significantly shortened the working hours of the laborers.

The resentful Sword-Shield Hero lay trembling on the ground, seemingly trying to rise and fight once more, but the sword wedged between the seams of his back armor made it impossible for him to stand.

"Do not think I will thank you. Even if I tell the truth, the authorities will investigate clearly and will not punish me," Di Jia said.

"Escaping survivors!" Seeing the golden ship in the distant sky, Xing Yang handed the binoculars to the person beside him and said silently.

Although they were not well-versed in the affairs of the noble clans—since they were not of that circle—they understood that since these clans could influence national finance, their power was self-evident. Thus, it was hardly surprising that they would maintain formidable private armed forces.

The wine and food were set in another pavilion. The pavilion leaned against the mountains and overlooked the water, the table laden with delicacies and set with three bowls and pairs of chopsticks.

"Uh, God Pingfan, this Nine-Star Golden Crow is the most suitable place in the four continents to break the source of divine power!" Wu Gang asked, puzzled.

They had not flown far when the hatch opened, revealing a vast, sci-fi, iron-constructed space devoid of gravity before Xing Yang’s eyes.

Sure enough, a brilliant purple light flashed, and the Bull Demon King collapsed, rolling on the ground while clutching his wrist. The hissing blood and the cold, gleaming sword in Zixia’s hand left no doubt about the Bull King’s tragic fate.

Zhang Cheng was shocked to hear this. The ship was indeed bound for Dream Island, but the price was exorbitant—two million gold coins just for a single ticket.