Volume 1, Chapter 57: So You're Into That Kind of Vibe

Qin Zheng did not rush to demonstrate his mastery of the musical arts, because breaking through to a new realm was no trivial matter and required special preparations.

The pleasure house was a complex place filled with all sorts of dubious characters, making it far too easy for one to be disturbed, and thus entirely unsuitable.

After studying the symbols on the trash cans for a long time, she finally managed to figure out which bin was meant for what kind of waste.

"My abilities can still be used, that is a huge relief." Du Yanhang let out a long breath. If his powers had failed him here, he would have been in a real headache. Although he used to be a "warrior," growing accustomed to relying on his abilities during this period made him somewhat unused to close-quarters combat.

Earlier, the car had first drifted sideways, and then its rear was struck, causing the opposite side to slam into the roadside guardrail before coming to a halt. The car did not stop by jerking forward, but rather by skidding sideways. When it hit the guardrail, the momentum caused his head to slam against the car door.

In an instant, the entire classroom fell utterly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"My uncle wants you to come over for a moment," the man said angrily. Yet, Zhang Hao could tell that he dared not show his anger in front of Murong Qian. Even with a belly full of fire, he had no choice but to swallow it, perhaps because Murong Qian's status was something he simply could not afford to provoke.

Since Li Ruzhen did not possess a special ghost physique, Wang Huai took his leave of the Nether Sword Ghost King and escorted Li Ruzhen to the Hall of Judgment, handing her over to the judge to be dealt with according to the law.

"Perhaps what you lack when it comes to me is simply trust. What we need between us, more than anything else, is trust!" Su Qing continued, her slender arms tightly wrapping around Ye Xuanli, with not the slightest intention of letting go.

However, since Ji Heng had already put it that way, Jiang Ni naturally had nothing more to say. Lin Yao was squatting on the ground, eating a dry flatbread while watching ants crawl on the dirt. Coming from a commoner family, he wasn't picky like Wenren Yao, and instead proved to be very sensible and well-behaved.

This time, Guan Yang's physical stature did not undergo any drastic changes, but the hair all over his body grew a fraction longer, constantly radiating a faint aura of spiritual energy that only he himself could perceive.

Around the round table sat the heads of various great clans, their bodies emanating immensely powerful spiritual energy—at least at the pre-Xiantian stage.

As Lu Yin and Lu Guan exchanged a glance with Xiang Yang, they lost their previous nonchalance and composure, their expressions turning as gloomy and deep as evening mist.

The entire Xu household was gripped by anxiety and unease. Xu Maogong looked back on the past: when all the sworn brothers of Wagang gathered for brotherhood oaths at the Jia family estate, later supporting Cheng咬金 in founding the Great Wei Kingdom to rival other rebellious kings, and finally leaving Wagang to pledge allegiance to King Qin Li Shimin of the Great Tang. Every scene he had lived through in life had now completely vanished like fleeting smoke.

"There's no need to be pessimistic. With flames this powerful, I refuse to believe he can keep releasing them indefinitely," someone said, brimming with confidence.

Li Jiancheng cast a cold glance at Li Chenglang, knowing he could no longer trust this son's competence. If he couldn't even handle a simple disaster relief mission, what kind of military merit could he possibly achieve?

Everyone knew Li Chengdao's stubborn temper; once he made up his mind, no one bothered to try persuading him further.

Within the Southern Heavenly Gate, for these Buddhas to kill a poison sparrow was nothing short of a delusional pipedream, yet within these same gates, even Bodhisattva Guangshi would be left completely helpless.

Zhang Ding was suffering from ALS, a disease for which there was still no cure to this day, and whose very cause remained a mystery.

The radiance rippled through the air like flowing silk, making Wang Yong feel as though he were caught in an illusion.

Xun Tianxiong stepped back two paces, his face turning alternating shades of green and red as he finally realized he had uttered something catastrophic.

"Overestimating your own capabilities!" Yun Sisi let out a cold snort, dark Qi swirling around her right palm as she formed her hand into a claw and lunged directly at Liuli.