Resolving the Storybook Plot

"That is a spiritual entity, so it is quite normal that your barrier could not contain her." Xun Qiandu patted his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

"If you won't choose, that's fine too. We can just take a lovers' bath together; the bathtub is big enough anyway!" Ignoring her playful defiance, Fee Shijue crooked his lips into a wicked smile and made a motion to pick her up and carry her into the bathtub, forcing her to make a choice.

Inside the room, Yi Qing could always hear Run'er urging his mother to rest. When his persuasion failed, it seemed as though he finally understood something, and he stopped talking altogether. Instead, wherever his mother went, he followed, never leaving her side for even a moment.

"You must stay and live at our house!" Before Rutian could even reply, his parents spoke up immediately, and they spoke in complete unison.

The fourth round began, and there were only a handful of contestants left outside the arena. Suddenly, Liu Yefei noticed that the treasured sword worn by a young man near him looked extremely familiar. Wasn't that the family heirloom, Ruyue?

Therefore, upon receiving Boss Mo's instruction not to beat the opponent to death, a flash of golden light crossed Yuebai's eyes. Then, sitting beside the smokeless furnace, he abruptly stood up, and in the very next instant, Yuebai's figure vanished from the spot.

Princess Lanyang bit her lower lip and remained silent, though her face carried a faint trace of fear, clearly still somewhat intimidated by Baili Xiu.

Shen Tianyao likewise met the Right Eagle King's gaze head-on. For a fleeting second, their eyes locked as if they were engaging in a silent contest of wills.

With a loud, metallic clang, the webbing between Fang Yunjing's thumb and index finger instantly burst open, blood flowing profusely. The sword in his hand clattered to the ground with a ringing crash. Terrified, Fang Yunjing retreated two steps and stared at Zhou Ru in sheer disbelief.

Poor Qin Yun—while he was chuckling inwardly to himself, the Guardian of Jinyao City and President of the Array Masters Association was still completely kept in the dark.

The tribesman of the Earth-Clothed Tribe had no idea whether this shadowy figure was human or a ghost; he always appeared and vanished like a phantom, and his features were impossible to make out.

They simply could not imagine what they would do if Chen Hao were to turn into a ghost cultivator. After all, their bonds were already deep, and life's playful brawls would completely lose their flavor without Chen Hao around.

Suddenly, Wang Yang pulled out a brick from somewhere, glanced sideways at Jiang Kaioran, and walked steadily toward the youth. Shocked by this, Jiang Kaioran hurriedly stopped him with a shout and told Yan Xi to pull him back. With someone of his capability, attempting to fight the youth with a brick was tantamount to seeking his own death.

Three or four enemies came thumping up the watchtower. Only then did Big Bucktooth nod to the sniper brothers. Taking a deep breath, the brother suddenly squeezed the trigger of his sniper rifle. With a muffled pop, the enemy officer below, who had been brandishing his pistol and shouting at his underlings, collapsed face-forward onto the ground.

"I say, Immortals, the introduction is over, can we leave now?" asked the several deities in the sky. Their divine powers were too low to maintain their true physical forms for very long. In the current mortal realm, spiritual essence was too scarce, making cultivation exceedingly difficult.

That week, he had been gambling far too heavily in Las Vegas. Although he only won a little at each establishment, his cumulative winnings had already reached a staggering one billion US dollars, drawing the attention of the Las Vegas Casino Alliance.

His true harvest should be considered the cultivation of two divine leaders to help him govern Takamagahara and Yomi. They laid the foundational base for his rear, giving him a home of sorts. If conflicts arose with other divine realms after his marriage in the Western Paradise, these two low-level divine realms would also serve as his base camp.

It seemed that Lin Yuhan's voice startled the dog inside the house. The black dog strained violently against its chain, desperate to rush outside at once. Because it was tethered by an iron chain, however, it could only bark loudly, "Woof, woof, woof!"

King Youju hurriedly picked him up and laid him flat on the ground. Su Wu's ashen face had turned much paler. He gradually began to breathe again, then suddenly coughed as something choked his windpipe, causing his eyes to roll back in suffocation.

The white snake lowered its serpentine head, seemingly still deep in slumber. Hearing this roar, it slowly raised its head and straightened its body.

Seeing her expression, Jing Ye gave a gentle chuckle. Warmth filled his heart, and as drowsiness gradually overcame him, he gently held her in his arms and drifted slowly into dreamland.

Blood was still flowing. Gritting his teeth, Obito overcame the urge to fall asleep right then and there, sat cross-legged, and concentrated on recovering his chakra.

As for that monster, it simply lay there continuously, exposed to the blazing sun, though it would twitch occasionally. The villagers knew it was still a living creature, but seeing it do nothing for a long time, their fear gradually faded. Even so, they still did not dare to get too close, and merely built a thatched shed over it to provide some shade.

"Why would I worry about him? As long as you don't come looking for trouble with me anymore, you can go after whoever you please." Mu Lixiao feigned indifference. At this point, Murong Sheng probably believed that she and Yufeng were in cahoots and genuinely wanted to usurp his power, and that everything she did was merely paving the way for Yufeng.

In a state of utter disarray, she finally managed to sit up straight, only to be startled by the landscape trees, buildings, and pedestrians along the street flying backward at high speed.

The young man's conflict with the bailiffs was understandable; amidst such profound grief, it was exceptionally difficult for a person to maintain stable emotions and normal reactions.

What surprised him even more was that immediately after slaying the corpse, he bypassed the thirty-two heavens and stepped straight into the realm of sainthood. Originally, he had anticipated that even after slaying a single corpse, he would only ascend by one heaven.

"Naruto, are you done packing!" shouted a familiar voice from the direction of the classroom. A man with a scar running across his nose and eyes stood with his hands on his hips, wearing an unfriendly expression.

"Don't run too far, and don't go playing by the river." The family members gave this parting reminder before heading out to tend to their busywork.

Yet this was something Dai Li could only ponder in his heart. Setting everything else aside, the mere fact that the other party was an American citizen made him feel utterly powerless. Harboring inner discontent, he nevertheless smiled as he stated his objective, then looked up at Old Tang.