Chapter 35

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The second floor, the third, the fourth. Although Li Yi had lost a leg, his speed of movement had not been affected in the slightest. In only a few minutes, he had already reached the fifth floor.

The “Dog Butcher” actually sprang back to his feet, vigorous as a dragon and lively as a tiger. Nothing like Nan Ke Rui had imagined occurred. Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the mace from the ground and attacked his opponent once more.

Dongfang Yuping tested the cultivation power within his body. Afraid that it was all merely a reflection of the moon in water or a flower in a mirror, he hurriedly left the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd and returned to the secret chamber.

In truth, Yan Chifeng and Zhong Kui had nearly identical thoughts at that moment; they had practically arrived at the same conclusion. After all, anyone would think the same way. Who would be foolish enough to make an enemy of someone with such an exalted identity and such terrifying strength? That would be nothing short of courting death.

“But those people came looking for trouble with me of their own accord. They wanted to hinder my development, so I had no choice but to oppose them,” Zhao Zilong said, spreading his hands helplessly.

Dongfang Yuping shook his head thoughtfully, but he had not forgotten that he had left the Heaven-Swallowing Gourd to seek the aid of a high-level cultivator and accelerate the refinement of the fragments of Dragon Marrow Blood Jade.

Qin Yi withdrew his wrist, and Nicola was smashed heavily into the ground. His human form was revealed as he vomited blood without end, his body twisted and convulsing. There was no way he could rise again.

“Boom!” A fist grazed his flank. Even that light brush sent Lian flying violently, as though he had been struck by a dragon.

Before going to sleep, Qin Lang got out of bed once. When he returned, Ye Li was already so drowsy that she was nearly asleep. Then she seemed to feel a chill around her wrist, but she had no energy to look and see what had happened.

Regret? Ye Li stood frozen where she was. She had never considered that word. Throughout her life, she had always been forced onward, again and again. She did not dare look back, nor did she know what she would see if she did. Thus, she had never imagined “what if,” and she had never… regretted anything.

Of course, with the assistance of his martial soul, he had already surpassed the limits of ordinary martial cultivators. With Zhang Ruochin’s current strength, he was only a step weaker than the demonic ape and was entirely capable of fighting it.

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Zhu Yourong and the old White Russian were both startled. Zhu Yourong was bewildered. What had happened to Zijing? Normally, no matter how urgent the matter, she was always proper and composed. But today…?

At this, Baili Qingyang was rendered speechless. His face immediately flushed scarlet, and he gave several embarrassed laughs.

Damn, the lousy newspapers from this era were not only printed entirely in traditional characters, they were also laid out vertically. After reading a few lines, his eyes were already going cross-eyed.

“Very well. This old man must also hurry back to the sect. Until we meet again.” Gu Changsong cupped his fists toward Song Li as well. Once he had finished speaking, he headed straight toward the Wind-Thunder Sect.

Even a projected avatar whose light had been preserved for countless tens of thousands of years possessed such formidable might. One could well imagine how powerful her true body must be.

“The nearest city is naturally Wester City. It takes a full day’s journey to reach it from here,” the old farmer said solemnly, with an air of complete authority.

“It has been two years. So many of our brothers have met violent deaths. We should pay our respects to those who have fallen. Come, let us honor our dead brothers. May the departed rest in peace; may their spirits find repose in the underworld.” Having said this, he took the lead and poured his wine onto the ground.

John’s expression changed. He immediately went to inspect the other man in dark glasses, but stopped after only two steps. A dagger was embedded in the back of the man’s heart. There was no need to look closely to know that he was thoroughly dead.

“Hmph. What exactly is Elder Situ talking about? This old man cannot understand a word of it,” Liang Wei said coldly.

If Han Qi and Fu Bi had known that Zhao Xin had also laid an ambush—and that, if this steelworks operated at full capacity, its maximum output might exceed twenty million tons—what would they have thought? The entire Northern Song, the whole court and country, had expended tremendous effort merely to raise the Northern Song’s fiscal revenue above one hundred million. Yet that was only the output of a factory occupying half a city block.

The Immortal Venerables continued to appear, only to fall one after another. In the blink of an eye, five had already perished.

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No one knew how much time had passed. As the sky gradually darkened, Guiguzi sighed and said to Yan Yunxing behind him, “Your teacher is tired today. I will explain everything to you in detail tomorrow. You should get some rest early as well.” With that, he paid Yan Yunxing no further attention. Gazing at the mountain silhouettes slowly fading in the distance, he once again sank into deep memories.

The spirit sword flashed like lightning and struck the body of the nine-headed flood serpent in an instant. Tang Chen immediately felt an immense recoil surge toward him, shaking both his arms and causing his blood and qi to churn uncontrollably.

I hope you will help improve the operating conditions of the district schools on the one hand, while also showing leniency toward the city schools and guild schools.

Zhang Wuji watched the several parties involved in the center of the scene, his eyes thoughtful. The more he looked, the more interesting he found this Chunan High School.

A warm, sweet sensation entered Ye Haoxuan’s mind, leaving him blank for a brief moment.

The factory director had not told Fu Bi. If he had, Fu Bi would certainly have been frightened into a stupor. The entire Northern Song, from the court to the countryside, had spent enormous effort raising its fiscal revenue above one hundred million. Yet that was merely the output of a factory occupying half a city block.

Upon the golden platform, the Flower of the Other Shore lay there in silence, radiating entrancing multicolored divine light.

After all, had there not been the story from several thousand years ago of King You of Zhou lighting the beacon fires to make the feudal lords rush to his aid, all for the sake of winning a smile from his beloved Bao Si?

A teasing curve tugged at the corner of Yun Hao’s lips. He did not take his opponent seriously in the slightest. Was he not merely an old tortoise?

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