Volume 1, Chapter 28: Cui Heng's breathing faltered.

They trekked deep into the mountains. The waterfall roared, scattering droplets onto the bamboo leaves; a new day had just begun.

Zheng Zehao watched him run into a convenience store, his eyes fixed intently on Qiu Jiayi’s every move inside.

"Could it be that it’s going to rain?" Meiyang looked stunned, scanning the sky. A cold wind blew incessantly, causing the sails of the immortal ship to sway violently.

Delighted, Meiyang quickly reached out with the Six-Harmony Treasure Box to catch the falling crystals. As a purple crystal landed inside, the surface of the box displayed the character "one." Meiyang was astonished; the box even had a counting function.

The fierce force of the punch struck the empty air, producing a dull thud like wood hitting stone, a testament to the immense power of his physical form.

Although everyone had already absorbed enough purple crystals over the past three years, Lu Xiaoxiao believed that as the hard currency of the Heavenly Domain, one could never have too many.

A few seconds later, the bedroom plunged into darkness, save for the two figures on the bed, huddled together, embracing each other, drifting into dreams while feeling each other's warmth.

Lu Zexiao’s face grew increasingly pale. He knew he was craving fresh blood, and ordinary blood could not satisfy his hunger. The only thing that could bring him relief was to immediately circulate the Heart Sutra of Primordial Unity.

Ji Lingxuan’s lips were sore from the friction. She reached out to push Chu Yingyi away, but could not budge him in the slightest.

With this thought, he lunged forward. Boundless truth gathered within the seemingly ordinary Vermilion Emperor Sword, which he thrust out with unstoppable force.

Kuan Lan was genuinely looking forward to the scene when the Pantheon Hall would be recalled; he wondered how the Qin Kingdom would react to that.

Seeing the sincerity on Gu Changbei’s face, Shui Qing’er felt a surge of surprise. These were the truest words of a father. If his feelings for Bai Tong were this deep, then what kind of bond did he share with Gu Yiran?

Wasn't it the same for Shishi? The Crown Prince was in love with that concubine! Even if she became Empress in the future, wouldn't it be even more miserable?

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and looked upward, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick subterranean soil to see the handsome youth in the sky above.

Yet these Northern ministers regarded them with utter contempt, leaving them on pins and needles, unsure whether to retreat or simply remain seated.

Chen Ze stepped forward, a faint golden light glowing on his skin. A massive manifestation of a Buddha enveloped him, and beneath this giant figure, a twelve-petaled golden lotus appeared, radiating ripples that spread outward.

Luo Shuang held an umbrella. It was still early morning when she rose. Gazing at the bleak, misty rain, she clenched her drooping hand, wondering how much longer this rain would fall.

Although Qimu Academy was nothing special in the Federation, it was among the top hundred prestigious schools on this planet. While it had never produced a Master Card Maker, it had turned out many three-star and four-star makers, making it a fairly decent institution.

Ye Zitong had been forcibly taken away by a stranger. She had thought of struggling, but the large hands around her waist gave her no chance to move, let alone walk on her own. Brought outside, she dared not utter a word under the gaze of that frost-cold face.

Hearing these four words, Chen Ze was momentarily stunned, but upon careful reflection, he realized the method was actually feasible.

The dinosaur-like beast let out another miserable cry, lunging forward and pushing off a stone wall, using the rebound force to hurl itself back toward Ye Tian.

Therefore, time was running out for Xu Wuyou. He had to capture as many Time Silkworms as possible before the major forces of the Zhou family arrived in full strength.

This shocking and tawdry affair added fuel to the fire of the already unsettled "Spirit-Testing Talisman Incident," turning Jian He into a celebrity within the Congxi Sect overnight.

Director Lin gnashed his teeth in hatred. If Luo Lan hadn't drugged him, none of this would have happened. Now, the matter was known to everyone; not only had he lost face, but Ye Yaotiao would never pay him any mind again.

They hadn't expected that a trip to Zhongnan would not only secure a factory but also find a brand ambassador.

That night, gripped by emotion, she had let He Yi leave first, fearing that the conflict between the two sides would escalate; otherwise, it would have been difficult to explain things once Xie Han and the others arrived.

With his current physical strength, he was likely on par with an ordinary First-Step Body Refining Great Master.

There was no sound from the inner room separated by a screen; it was unclear if Wen Ruoliu was asleep. Jian He curled up in her blanket, drifting into a hazy slumber.

Yet, they had managed to escape relatively unscathed despite Xu Wuyou’s relentless attacks, proving they were no simple characters.

Seeing this, everyone was puzzled, unsure of what Yi Yang was up to. But when they saw him leave, many breathed a sigh of relief. Being around a peerless monster like Yi Yang made them feel immense pressure, leaving them perpetually on edge.

Just like opening the Life Gate, the Human Palace, or the Earth Palace, each opening required an accumulation of spiritual energy or cultivation.

After Hua Sheng finished speaking, he suddenly smiled, and then he and Natasha both extended their left hands; the rings on them immediately caught everyone’s attention.

In the Earth world, spiritual energy was several times thinner than back at the Immortal Beast Sect’s home, meaning the difficulty of entry was several times greater. Faced with this, Qin Xu did not hold much hope for his cultivation path.

A silver wing, spewing crimson particles, streaked past five meters in front of Steve, carving a trench several meters deep into the ground.

These simple sword moves had been taught to him by the Ghost Sword. He had practiced diligently for a time, and though they were still just for show, he believed his martial arts were more than enough to defeat two well-fed, ordinary soldiers.

The patrolling officers were startled by the two shadows suddenly flying toward them, and they hurriedly drew their bows and readied their spears, preparing to intercept them.