Volume 1, Chapter 36: Intoxication

It would have been better if he had said nothing, but at his words, bean-sized tears slid down Jiu Mu’s flushed cheeks.

“I really wasn’t snapping at you, please don’t cry!” Luo Chen was truly panicked this time.

He hurriedly helped her wipe away her tears, his movements somewhat clumsy yet incredibly careful.

Meanwhile, Chen Mohan was quite hopeless, her eyes staring blankly as the man approached her with a smile.

He was calculating in his mind that if Wu Niang made even the slightest mistake later, he would use it as a pretext to get the upper hand over Kong Sizhen.

Upon learning this, everyone looked with stunned expressions at that glaring ID atop the thirty lines of crimson-scrolled messages.

As expected, no useful information was heard; however, one of Jin Sihai’s attendants mentioned that a few days ago, Wu Yingxiong, the heir to the Prince of the West, had sent someone to make contact with Jin Sihai.

I keep feeling that, given how distant our relationship has become, she probably wouldn’t bother crying to me like this. Instead, she would likely use this weightier secret of mine to force me to obey her every command, threatening to destroy me if I refused.

Yang Qingluo had perhaps not seen her boyfriend in a long time; the two were stuck together like magnets, inseparable.

The comment he posted was also in the golden dragon-patterned font of Douyu, appearing directly in the most prominent position of the entire live stream, instantly overshadowing all ordinary comments.

Perhaps because it was still early, the telephone on the desk remained silent. Feeling truly bored, I opened that Oxford English Dictionary.

Within the white mist, a physical body radiating an endless, primeval aura slowly floated before Leng Yan.

I thought for a moment and realized that because there were so many guests last night, I had to stay by Zhang Minglang’s side the whole time, smiling and greeting people I didn’t even know, which meant I had barely looked after my uncle. I nodded quickly.

The three of them all gave a grunt before nodding in turn, saying no more; it seemed that Ma Liang, the man with the scar, carried quite a bit of weight.

However, he possessed something others could not: he had lived two lifetimes, his heart set on the path of cultivation was unbreakable, and he possessed the incredibly mysterious cultivation manual, the Scripture of Creation.

Classics do not seem so sacred upon reflection. They are deemed classics by later generations, but when they were first written, who really knows what they were like?

Xiao Wuxie clearly felt a mysterious space appear out of thin air within his Divine Court, in which a nine-story pagoda stood impressively. Its design was archaic, majestic, and elegant, flashing with purple light. It was incomparably holy, and a magnificent aura poured down from it.

In the Agricultural Domain, a genius capable of breaking through to the Cangyuan Stage on their own is a rarity that appears only once in ten million. After the Shuiqin Demon Fox broke through to the first level of the Cangyuan Stage, she spent over ten years unable to reach the second level; it was only after consuming a Fruit of Life that she narrowly succeeded.

Turbid waves capable of overturning mountains and seas surged in, and countless massive tentacles lashed against the canopy of the Demon-Suppressing Prison Tree. The two colossal entities began a earth-shattering battle.

“The selection meeting is intended for friendly competition; taking a life is forbidden. He has broken the rules, so what right does he have to enter Guxin Fortress!” the Earth Venerable roared, refusing to let go of the fact that Li Yunchen had killed Cheng Fei.

Divine Weapons is the collective term for the armaments and magical treasures of the Chaos Heaven, divided into four levels, with the first being the lowest. Of course, it is said that there are fifth-level Divine Weapons, but they seem to be in the hands of those few Great Sages, and ordinary Sages cannot even hope to see them.

“Fire Cloud Sword!” After doing this, Wei Zimo did not stop; a flame-shaped longsword instantly plunged into the roiling clouds of fire.

The various fierce beasts that had dominated the Kunlun Mountains vanished in an instant, the previous roars subsided, and silence returned once more.