Chapter 54

Black Demon Wraith, it seems we've truly stumbled right into the monster den of a Black Demon boss-tier entity today. We've barely finished dealing with the Black Demon Fiend, and now another Black Demon Wraith pops up. Looks like they've all taken a day off to wander outside, murmured Seven Slashes as he carefully observed the opposing Black Demon Wraith to himself.

What name would suit best? Since it is currently May, let us take Wu as the surname and Feiyu as the given name. Wu Feiyu—exhaling pride and containing spirit, magnificent and refined. Do you like it? After a moment of contemplation, he came up with a name that sent a shock through her heart.

Hah... Feeling wave after wave of primal force surging into Yueyi's body at an astonishing speed, Long Zhi naturally refused to lag behind. He had also reached the King Realm, and naturally possessed the ability to accomplish this.

It is merely said that the disciples of the Elixir Peak have once again left the sect to gather herbs. One can only hope they manage to harvest more medicinal materials for refining the Spirit-Condensing Pills. If so, they and the others would stand a chance of stepping into that Divine-Solidification Realm which countless individuals dreamed of attaining.

That is the only remaining possibility, Song Kui said gloomily, casting a glance back at the carts piled high with cargo.

Let us also follow closely behind and stand ready to rescue Seven Slashes at any moment. Finding a favorable spot to corner monsters is no easy task, so we must prepare for both eventualities. After seeing Seven Slashes depart, I called out to everyone to trail at a safe distance, hoping my worries would prove groundless.

No wonder you are capable of employing toxic miasma. The object in your hand must undoubtedly be the Latent Life Lamp, the veteran general said to the Blood Matriarch.

I must admit your escaping skills are truly exceptional. If you had stubbornly chosen to hide, finding you might not have been guaranteed. However, since I have managed to track you down today, prepare to meet your doom, Tyrande said coldly.

Linglong could not help feeling puzzled. At a time like this, wasn't Xi'er soundly asleep? How could she suddenly wake up and ask for her?

Under the continuous stimulation and pressure of the coercive force, Muyi's mental energy finally erupted. It broke through the critical threshold, reaching the Mortal Realm. Simultaneously, that oppressive aura which had previously left Muyi in such a wretched state suddenly grew gentle.

Looking at it this way, Qin Yu might be even more formidable than if his family possessed tens of millions in assets. At least eighty percent of Qin Yu's family fortune must be in the hundreds of millions, right?

Since she had already arrived, listening to a pleasant melody for a while would not be a bad choice. Embracing this sentiment, Lingyao truly managed to calm her mind and listen on.

She turned and strode outward—no, she started by walking, but ended up practically running, as if every second was immensely precious.

The mission must be carried out, but the replication of antigen cells is not something to be rushed; it requires a gradual approach.

Dear friend, I welcome you into my dream, to listen to me hum a melody of the jungle.

Lingyao's tone was flat, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if exacting bloody revenge were as casual and thoughtless as chopping radishes.

Yet regardless of his underlying motives, as long as he meant well toward Muyang and was willing of his own accord to save him, Old Xue was more than willing to cooperate with them.

Unless one could defeat this brute, there was simply no opportunity to harvest this oversized Ganoderma lucidum.

I am well aware of the atmosphere in Ziyun Town, but this is the consequence of offending me. All of you must have heard of me, Zi Chenyu. I have come here today in search of someone called Dao Sansheng.

Lingyao forced herself to finish eating the flatbread. Several times midway she wanted to give up, but Chen Qisheng kept his eyes fixed firmly on her. Out of consideration for his hard work, Lingyao ultimately did not throw it away.

When the two of them arrived at Shi Jian's residence, they saw that it was still brightly lit. Evidently, Shi Jian had not yet gone to sleep, and even the front gate remained open. It was unclear whether he was waiting for Shi Shengjian or for Uncle Jiu and his companion.

Subsequently, the disciples led by Han Yi also rushed forward, killing everyone in their path without the slightest hesitation.

With the wind clear and the moon bright, a young gentleman as flawless as jade and matchless in the world—surely that description referred to this man. Having now left behind the tempestuous land of Xichang, he had donned a fresh outfit. The weather was not cold, and he wore a single moon-white, cross-collared, slim-robed garment, which made his handsome face look even more like a blooming flower, capable of melting all the coldness in the world with a single smile.

Han Yi now harbored some doubts regarding her origins. Judging from the circumstances she described, it was highly likely some kind of inheritance had been accidentally triggered. What exactly surfaced from the depths of her mind remained unclear even to him.

Commoners remained commoners after all. Even when elevated to the status of a princess, they lacked the innate pride rooted in original bloodline. Any feigned nobility was merely superficial pretense.

Shen Aoning felt that this situation was terribly awkward. She regarded him as her dearest friend; how could things turn out this way?

Over here, Jiang Huai led her horse by the reins until she found a relatively secluded stream, where the air was noticeably cooler than outside the forest. She stroked the horse's mane and watched the beast drink, lost in thought.

Han Yi could not be certain whether the Yin-Yang Tiger truly existed, for such miraculous mystic beasts were not easily encountered, let alone captured.

Are they all dead? Lian Jue asked in disbelief. These several experts were painstakingly recruited by him from the pugilistic world with immense effort, yet they had all perished just like that?

This space was left for Tongtong Chuxue to ponder her own affairs. Three days seemed brief, but in reality, allowing Tongtong Chuxue some time to rest and reflect upon her situation was not a bad arrangement.

Jun Zhihua is dead, the man's slightly hoarse and sensual voice slowly sounded, carrying a rather profound undertone.

However, Yang Fan also understood that with the Yang family's current standing, such political marriages were perhaps truly unavoidable.

The distance between the wolf-rat and the sphere was approximately seven or eight meters. Intent entirely on chasing and attacking Lu Tianyu, the creature remained completely oblivious to the threat descending from the air.

Therefore, Xu Yang already harbored the intention of meddling in their affairs, though his thoughts were rather sordid: if things went well, he would be a matchmaker; if they went poorly, he would be ruining lives. Thus, Xu Yang had simply been observing from the sidelines. He genuinely wanted to see whether these two were actually going to script a romance story of a new era.