Volume 1 Chapter 37: The Mysterious Merchant from Youzhou

"More or less, it's something that will happen around the New Year. However, Jet Li's asking price seems a bit high, and things are at a standstill." Zhou Xun mentioned another martial arts star in her remarks.

That power was entirely unique; even for those at the Immortal level, there was almost no ability to resist. Fear and panic were merely instinctive reactions.

They looked down upon the infantry—a ragtag bunch of farmers and fishermen—with their noses turned toward the sky, snorting with the same coarse, heavy breaths as the warhorses they rode.

Yet, what they were learning this time was not military tactics or battlefield maneuvers, but rather the skills of civil engineering.

Countless sprays of water drifted through the sky, and the overwhelming mist even breached the protective barrier of the earth, gifting the surrounding spectators with a light, drizzling rain.

In Peking Opera, the role of Yu Ji belongs to the "Huashan" category, a style initiated by Wang Yaoqing and perfected by Mei Lanfang—both of whom were masters of the craft.

The next day was New Year's Eve. Yan Yunxing woke up early to help his parents tidy up and clean the house. Soon after, his mother began preparing a sumptuous reunion dinner, while Yan Yunxing busied himself with his father, hanging spring couplets and lanterns, thoroughly enjoying the work.

Whether it was the fierce malevolence of Po Jun or the steady composure of Shi Lei, both were clear to see. Yet, Nie Yinniang, who stood at the same level as them, possessed nothing unusual about her presence at all.

Having finished speaking, Tang Chen lunged toward Xie Junyang. Simultaneously, a mighty punch, wreathed in purple true energy, was unleashed in an instant.

Everyone present knew clearly that Cheng Buyun held too many secrets—secrets that defied the laws of the universe. Should he fall, the laws of the universe would inevitably refuse his resurrection.

This caught Chu Tian completely off guard. Since meeting the old man Gongshu, this arrogant fellow had been insufferably conceited. Yet, he was undeniably talented; this iron-backed puppet had already reached the level of a primordial artifact. To think he would actually reflect on himself—should he offer some consolation to this old crank?

Before long, Zhangsun Nianyuan brought Li Wenda directly into the reception hall, where they saw Zhangsun Qianjue, who had been waiting there for a long time.

Seizing the Marriage Fruit and slaying the Yamata no Orochi were trivial, inconsequential matters to Lu Chenxing. Passing the entrance trial of the Profound Valley, meeting the Profound King, and seeking the method to return to the Star World—these were the only things that truly mattered to him.

As he walked, he would occasionally lift his hand to look at the red diamond ring set on the index finger of his left hand.

Mu Fei acted as if the two of them were merely training partners. Even though he could have easily defeated them, he delayed unleashing his full strength. Each time, he feigned a lapse in defense to give the two Spirit Transformation experts hope, yet every attack they launched was skillfully evaded by Mu Fei.

In the Ninth Empire's Sheya Star Sector, the Demon Dynasty's army of hundreds of quadrillions stood in confrontation with the Ninth Empire's thirty great kings and their tens of thousands of quadrillions of troops.

"Look?" Rhino Skin was stunned; he truly could not fathom what Arhat Fruit was trying to signal.

As the sun set, at the distant edge of the horizon, heaven and earth seemed to merge into one. A crimson sun was slowly sinking beneath the sea level, staining the entire sky.

Upon hearing Ouyang Mulan’s insulting and mocking words, Lu Qi was not angry; instead, he felt a sense of joy. He felt their tactics were working; Ouyang Mulan was only resorting to taunts because she had run out of options, hoping to goad them into abandoning their foolproof strategy for the sake of their pride.

Although immortals who cultivate the Dao might spend years in seclusion, most people in the Rice Palace were still accustomed to mortal life; if they didn't gather for a few days to play chess, chat, or spar, they felt stifled and bored.

Yan Yuncheng, however, showed no hesitation. He hurled his spirit-energy spear directly. Geng Yulin had already been on guard against everyone, raising his gilded halberd horizontally to block Yan Yuncheng’s fierce strike. Alas, Yan Yuncheng’s power was the result of long cultivation finally erupting, which was worlds apart from Geng Yulin’s strength, which had been achieved through the use of medicinal pills to reach the Spirit Communication stage.

One hundred and fifty million magic coins were enough to complete the transformation for the God of Orcs and the Orc Plane. As for the remaining fifty million, that was a touch of gentleness Locke showed toward the Orc plane.

Having said this, as Ghost-Fear-Sorrow curled his bewitching lips into a smile, he wiped away the red cinnabar covering the talisman. At that very instant, the heavens and earth surrounding the Drunken Dream Inn changed color.

Its power was slightly stronger than an ordinary vengeful spirit, but its weaknesses were just as glaring—it was easily destroyed.

Although there was no Life-Creation Water for now, such a dense aura of life should be enough to satisfy its growth requirements.

"Die!" While he was lost in thought, Yuan Qing’s long sword arrived, piercing through the air. Jiang Han shifted his body to the side, concealing himself within his pocket dimension.

"You..." Chun Sanniang was incensed. Just as she was about to speak, a dark shadow flashed across the night sky and landed in the open space, causing the scene to fall instantly silent.

Zeng Yaqian looked calmly at the bright moon in the sky. "Grandfather, if you are here as a lobbyist, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Tu Ming suddenly noticed a canvas drifting past his eyes. He reached out, grabbed it, and opened it, only to find it was blank.

Yet, what lay before his eyes was that the spiritual energy was not even as dense as this gray mist. Furthermore, he discovered that the gray mist was gradually assimilating the spiritual energy. As he ventured deeper, everything became a uniform gray mist and swirling currents, permeated with an evil, chilling aura.

"The door-kicking technique is OP!" With a wicked grin, Alto swung his sandbag-sized fist once more, striking the wall with a thunderous thud.

As the words fell, Wen Qingcheng had already risen to find the air conditioner remote, without even sparing a glance at the chest Qin Yixiao had been deliberately trying to protect.