Successful Foundation Establishment

Jian Yiyang's lips twitched slightly. Looking at her playful and amused expression, his mood suddenly brightened considerably.

Cang Luochen delivered the silver back to the palace, but the Emperor refused to see her, merely claiming that he had already retired for the night. However, the Emperor did reward Cang Luochen with a set of chess pieces, which Gao Yong personally led people to deliver.

"How could I possibly have the standing to persuade His Majesty?" Leng Xianning interrupted him coldly, knowing well that he had not come simply for a casual visit.

"Xiaomei, I truly find it hard to ask this of you, but I am indeed going through a very difficult time right now." Chen Shi shook his head, his expectant gaze making Ye Xiaomei's heart soften.

When it comes to men, sometimes it is better not to spell things out too clearly. Being too explicit is often counterproductive.

"Probably so." Tao Ran glanced into the mirror. At that moment, the ghostly shadow had expanded further, looking as though it was about to break through at any second, yet it remained trapped against the mirror's surface as if restricted by an invisible boundary.

Consequently, Big Yellow Duck found itself shouldering a dual role: it still had to perform its duties as head chef, while also fulfilling responsibilities as Chu Qi's executive assistant.

The floodgates opened, and the waters of the Jing River immediately surged inward. Once the buoyant vessel rose, several thick ropes pulled the ship out toward the middle of the river.

The rest of the people shared the same sentiment. The Lord of the Wind Domain frowned as he looked up at the sky; the wind direction was quite normal, and it would likely take a while longer.

Hua Xi did not dare run toward any illuminated areas. If she were spotted by the demons, her identity would be exposed immediately.

Mazi shook her head, trying to banish all thoughts of that man. Yet every detail of her reunion with Ye Zifan remained etched with startling clarity in her mind, impossible to erase.

3. Due to the extreme difficulty of this examination, there will be an abundance of props provided. Candidates are explicitly reminded that they may search for them in advance, and props can be utilized without the need for prior binding.

"The Emperor said it was your senior martial brother, Young Master Ye." Xu Mao was startled, wondering why Feng Yufei had suddenly flared up in anger. Seeing her ask again, he hurriedly answered.

Deep within the inner office, Ye Zifan remained completely unaware that he had become the subject of discussion among others.

As expected, no matter how well one treated Chen Xue, she would always assume one was plotting against her. In reality, that was far from the truth; it was simply that Chen Xue perceived him in such a dismal light.

"Hmph! You don't understand? Very well, then today I shall make you understand!" The Emperor let out another cold scoff, his stern eyes entirely devoid of even a shred of paternal affection.

Although Nan He was well aware of this matter, hearing him say it aloud still brought a flicker of surprise.

A man's voice suddenly rang out from behind, prompting the two who were conversing to turn their heads.

"No, isn't there still one other place? Just to be safe, let's sneak in from over there," Xu Mengkong said, casting his gaze toward the adjacent pipe wall.

The moment she heard his voice, Nan He snapped out of her reverie. She raised her eyes to fixate on Qi Zhen's face, stared at him for a brief moment, and then clicked her tongue at him while shaking her head.

"Is that truly the case?" Wei Yue was instantly somewhat excited. His family usually turned a blind eye to his behavior, but overall they were quite displeased with his wild dissipation outside. If this venture could accomplish a "good deed" while also contributing to the clan's interests, it would naturally be for the best.

"He is actually only seventeen years old..." He was utterly astounded by Zhou An's prowess; Zhou An's ferocious strength left him almost unable to believe it.

A sudden clap of thunder shook the earth and heavens. A terrifying bolt of lightning pierced the firmament, leaving even Qin Chuan deeply shaken—the might of heaven and earth was truly unfathomable.

"It is merely a shred of spear soul. I, Wang Chengyun, do not need to comprehend a blade soul to defeat anyone." Wang Chengyun cared not at all whether Yang Fei had grasped a shred of spear soul. For him, repeatedly defeating opponents, slaying enemies, and pushing the blade in his hand to its absolute limit was more than enough.

Xia Chuchu was left completely speechless between laughter and tears. She thought to herself that her injury was on her backside—how could she possibly get it wet or expose it to cold drafts? Yuan Fang was also stifling her laughter, linking her arm with Xia Chuchu as they chatted leisurely all the way toward the Fengyi Palace.

"Don't push your luck!" Duan Hongyi gritted his teeth as he glared at Jiutian, refusing to believe that Jiutian would actually dare to beat him up severely.

Jiutian watched the two of them with amused eyes, marveling at their deep sisterly affection. It was not as though they were facing an eternal parting of life and death; was such an emotional outburst really necessary?

The divine wing slashed down, and the sword qi descended upon him. Qin Chuan instantly felt a sensation of being torn apart. He unfurled his soaring golden wings and shot dozens of miles straight up into the firmament, barely managing to evade the strike.

Naturally. Several epochs had already passed, and since this was the dwelling place of an Immortal Emperor, it was hardly strange for it to contain so many solid veins of spiritual energy. One must remember that even though the Immortal Emperor was gone, the Spirit-Sealing Array and the Spirit-Gathering Array still remained. Over the accumulation of countless years, such a scale was nothing extraordinary.

Feng Yi let out a great roar, instantly materializing a divine sense flying sword and fiercely hacking downward toward the massive web in the sky. He still remembered Feifei having once told him that the God-Slaying Art could sever not only divine sense, but literally any object in existence. The spiritual vein he had obtained back on the Heavenly Road had been severed using this very God-Slaying Art.

No! He can only love me. If he does not love me, I cannot bear it! I mind nothing else; my only concern is whether his heart can be stirred by me.

At this moment, the supreme commander of the Italian vanguard never dreamed in his wildest fantasies that the reinforcements he had been dreaming of were currently being slaughtered. Just a second prior, Tong Tian had activated the ancient teleportation array.

Hua Qianxiong, the chief disciple of the Zhonghua Sect, possessed a profound and boundless quality within his true qi—a feeling of all-encompassing tolerance. As for the most suitable candidate to impart the technique, it was naturally Dao Ming, the son of Dao Yue, the sect leader of Mount Shu.

With these thoughts in mind, I strode forward, closely followed by Zhang Meng, Zhang Yuhang, Huoyan, Langya, Liusha, Moying, Liu Chenglong, and the others, who rushed up fiercely behind me.

By the time we reached Heishigou, it had already grown dark. We first went to Qin Feng's cabin to retrieve some backup supplies, and then set off toward the Western Mountain.

"There is a Luoshui Village in Qinghe Town, and in that village lives a man named Wu Fengming. Just go find him. Give this to him, and he will naturally understand." The Ghost King handed me a purple pendant, and with those words, vanished in an instant.