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Everyone watched in utter fascination as Yan Qing on the high platform gracefully danced with double fans. Accompanied by the glow of the crescent moon, the majestic towers and pavilions remained unchanged, yet the mortal world had already undergone countless transformations.

"Who on earth are you? What do you want? If you need money, just name your price! I will pay whatever you ask!" Hawk was yanked to his feet by Xiao Ming, leaving him with no room to resist.

Besides, since the various sects of the Immortal Dao had already agreed to this duel, they must have had a certain degree of confidence. Why should he, a mere rogue cultivator, muddy these treacherous waters?

If you have no intention of marrying Meng Yaoyao to become the third mistress of the Wu family, then stop wasting your effort on her. Should any unsavory rumors spread, it would make both families lose face and benefit no one.

"No matter, you may withdraw. Pass down the order to the artillery camp; this battle does not require our participation." Anquila unexpectedly gave a reply. The messenger went off to carry out the command, while both Cross and Hallowen wore expressions of doubt.

Once the fifteenth day of the first lunar month had passed, the New Year celebrations were truly over. On that very day, Jinqing and Meng Jun even went out to the streets to admire the festive lanterns. Returning home in the biting cold, their hands and feet were completely numb, yet as they looked at each other and smiled, they felt a profound sweetness.

Such matters were practically common knowledge in the immortal realm. Yan Xiang naturally had no reason to conceal this from him. If the technique of imparting energy directly had no hidden dangers at all, there would be no need for the Immortal Washing Pool to exist in the immortal realm—wouldn't everyone simply use the direct infusion method instead?

Imagine taking a nuclear weapon to fight enemies who were still stuck in the age of firearms... and then showing off...tsk tsk.

Every tree stood without branches or tendrils, huge feather-like leaves extending from the treetops to support an umbrella-shaped green canopy, beneath which hung clusters of round coconuts.

All at once, Old Master Liu's chest swelled violently, as if a massive tumor were growing out of it, and his skin instantly turned pitch black.

Wanwan furrowed her brows in deep thought, feeling somewhat helpless for a moment. Since she could not force her way through, what other method could she use to help him escape?

Zhao Ming bowed with cupped hands, refusing to argue with him. Whatever the other man said, he would simply listen. In any case, if there were credit to be claimed, a share would naturally fall to him. If there were blame to be borne, others would take the fall.

Departing from Isshin's core teachings here, this swordsmanship contained a subtle, hidden judo within it. This was not a sword technique native to Ashina; these consecutive strikes were derivative yet extended assaults, blending his own reflections into Isshin's teachings.

The crossbow hero saw things clearly now: talking to this old jianghu swindler was no better than talking to that unreliable Brother Xiao. Although Brother Xiao was unreliable, he could at least offer a few comforting words, whereas this fellow, no matter who he spoke to, would always revert to the same few pieces of bullshit whenever it came to serious matters.

The sound had completely faded into silence. Amidst Qingle's astonishment and bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

Her previous gaming experiences taught Cui Yingying that she should never casually give up rare advantages, otherwise her future path would become difficult to traverse.

In contrast, Rose wore a smile across her face. The blade-wielding constables before her were not enough to warrant her attention.

Wanwan turned her head and said to her, "If he cannot escape, I will not find peace of mind." Yet, judging by his demeanor, he must have been utterly confident; his words did not seem like empty boasts.

Pouting her lips and frowning slightly, she prepared to discard it, but thinking it was a trophy, she decided to keep it instead.

This bubble was transparent, and after enveloping Wuliang, it continuously shrank, transforming into a layer of tough membrane.

"What? You actually don't want to sing? Your voice is so good; this is a gift from the heavens. Do you know that if you went into any other industry, it would be a waste of your talent?" Ji Baiou said angrily.

This formation had been severely damaged. Even though Bei He had repaired one of the formation bases, it was still far from sufficient to activate the formation.

Li Ji had no grasp of the speed of evolution. If the divine dragon did not meet with any accidents, this generation of humans would surely produce beings close to immortals. What would happen when the youngsters attained higher life levels and recalled memories they shouldn't?

Ning Rongrong and the others clutched their injured areas as they collapsed to the ground together. The spots grazed by the spider legs immediately turned black and purple.

Aside from everyday utensils, a liquid crystal display screen hung on the wall, used by researchers to transmit commands to the test subjects.

When Jiang Qiutang suddenly realized why the scent of meaty energy in the air was growing stronger, she turned her head and saw that the old lady had already invited the children to dig in.

Believe it or not, it was quite a coincidence—so much so that it felt entirely scripted. Not only did Yi Nanxue find it coincidental, but even Xia Feng himself felt it was too damn coincidental, so much so that it felt forced.

By this point, only Hong Xuanlong and Bei He remained in the entire cavern space, the quietness so profound that even a falling needle could be heard.

The righteous cultivators who joined his faction deeply admired the Xuanji Sect and Hua Tianji, and at this moment, they nodded in agreement one after another.

Shoddy shop renovations, overhyped advertisements, and even the product photos lacked any sincerity.

At this moment, the remaining nine boys seemed to have found kindred spirits and swarmed toward Ye Tian and his companions.

From Jiang Tianchen's gaze, Jiang Qingshan perceived an unshakable resolve. Jiang Qingshan knew very well that Jiang Tianchen would never turn back.