Volume 1, Chapter 27: You Are So Wicked

Furthermore, even the space created around those long grey staves was utterly demolished by that casual wave of Qin Yu’s hand.

Upon arriving at the hotel for the film crew, it was still early. There was no filming scheduled for the day, so some people made plans to go out and explore; after all, the City of Romance had much to offer that was truly captivating.

Retreating in fear, I thought, "This late Master Qingjing is completely unreliable with his information. How could anyone possibly win against this?"

That night, Qin Yu and Situ Ziyu spent time alone on a stone bridge within the villa. They leaned side-by-side against the stone pillars, gazing up at the starry sky.

"Who the hell dares to hit me? Are you tired of living?" He fell to the ground, turned, and kicked toward the spot behind him where the attack had originated.

We had a huge meal. In truth, I was the one who ate the most; I polished off several bowls of rice for my main course alone, along with two bread rolls.

"Elder Chen, please, the two of them are inside." Qin Yu heard the voice of the Ghost Nether Sect disciple who had led the group earlier, and a faint smirk curled the corner of his mouth.

It worked out well. The Blind Monk seemed to be hovering in the mid-to-lower tier, which allowed him to focus his attention on bullying Captain Abin instead of having to manage minion waves, calculate health bars, and exhaust himself trying to bait a double kill like before.

The Dark-Walking Swallowing Lion looked disdainfully at the faintly glowing pendants. Although it disliked light, such harmless luster was naturally beneath its notice.

When the bidding reached thirty billion spirit stones, five representatives were still fiercely outbidding each other. In the end, the Sacred Pill was purchased by the Zhong Sect for forty-one billion spirit stones.

Dong Qinhe had long known about the relationship between Huang Yitian and Hu Yunnuo; as men, it was normal to have a few female confidantes.

In Taoism, the five categories of immortals—Heaven, Earth, Human, Ghost, and Divine—are clearly stratified, with Heaven, Earth, and Human immortals being humans or other creatures among the scaled, furred, feathered, and insectoid beings who have cultivated the Dao. The Heaven Immortals are the highest, followed by Earth Immortals, and then Human Immortals.

"You're a genius, yet you claim your student days were a tragic story?" Wang Hai asked, looking perplexed.

"Young Master Liu, if you have any other pieces of junk, hurry up and bring them out to show off." Ye Bufei stood there with a smile.

What remained was perhaps the mystery of Li Feng's appearance. His looks were a riddle in the world of mercenaries; over the years, many had captured his image, only to find that he never looked the same, leaving everyone confused. In truth, none of those images were the real him.

The other assistant was a young man, short and gaunt, dressed only in a simple linen coat with short-cropped hair. His eyes always held a cunning glint.

"Really? If you like it, I'll invite you here to eat every day," Huang Weifa said, clearly delighted by Murong Wanqing’s response.

The dull, heavy footsteps of the orc warriors were like thousand-pound hammers striking Rena's heart. Her palms were slick with sweat.

"What if I told you I've truly fallen for you?" Ouyang Xiangnan looked straight at Duan Yun, biting her lip slightly.

No one at the commentary desk could refute him, as his words made sense, and neither Barkley nor Johnson were mind-readers capable of knowing what was going on inside Popovich’s head.

In the previous generation, the Nangong family was led by Nangong Yi, the biological father of Nangong Wentian and Nangong Wencai, and the husband of Dongfang Xiong.

Gods and demons gathering without fighting—a situation rarely seen anywhere outside the Black Domain.

Only then did the old Xuanwu seem to snap out of his astonishment. Seeing the old Zhuque flying directly toward the "Gate of Purgatory" in the void, he grew anxious. Ignoring his severe injuries, he lunged forward, crashing directly into the "Gate of Purgatory" in the void as well.

I quickly acknowledged him and then urged Xia Wuren to bring out the Sect Master's token immediately so that Elder Deng could sense our presence.

These days, Qin Ying noticed that her master was unexpectedly concerned about these matters, so she explained them in great detail.

The Great Elder nodded, said nothing more, and together with Wu Hao, pushed open the doors of the bronze palace.

I nodded repeatedly, too afraid to linger, and grabbed the wrench to head back. I didn't know if I had fallen somewhere earlier, but my back was aching terribly.

Upon seeing Zhang Niujiao and Chu Feiyan, Han Nuo’s previously anxious heart finally steadied.

Compared to Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, Han Nuo had taken quite a shortcut in condensing his Purple Thunder True Spirit.

After Wu Fan delivered his opening address, the process of selecting three vice-deans and appointing additional elders began.

In reality, aside from a top-grade spirit artifact like the Night Emperor's Divine Seal, which combined both offense and defense, other ordinary top-grade spirit artifacts held no appeal for Qin Moyu at his current level.

"What are you Pallas pigs trying to do? Insult me? I am a knight of Waals, and mere humiliation has no effect on me!" the cavalryman said with a righteous air, though his slightly trembling body betrayed his inner panic.

And so, Yang Ming asked the Soul Administration Bureau. Ever since he had truly gained the bureau's recognition, he had been able to communicate with them through thought.

The two closed the car door and walked toward the trees by the roadside. Cheng Jia held the child and squatted down to help him relieve himself. Fu Jinxuan crouched nearby, changing the baby's diaper while listening to his wife chatter away.