Volume One, Chapter 49: The Emergence of Thunder Vine, the Twelve Vines

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One advantage of Peng Fei was that the tasks he undertook were generally not dangerous. This was why, despite completing over a hundred missions, he had only earned a little over a thousand contribution points. In comparison, someone at the Mountain and River Realm level could easily earn several hundred points from even a single task.

Since they had reached close to the formation of the Sky Dome Sect cultivators and knew that the spiritual stone cannon would not fire again, the various attacks that had been brewing were now on the verge of eruption, wildly sweeping toward the Sky Dome Sect’s ranks.

I didn’t respond to him but glanced back. Sure enough, the Universe Blade was firmly embedded in the rock of the cave passage. Just as I looked back, it seemed to sense me and suddenly flew off the rock, landing accurately in the palm of my right hand.

I really couldn’t tell if that fat guy was genuinely unaware it was me or if he knew and was deliberately making veiled insults. I wanted nothing more than to kick him in the rear.

Some people hadn’t set up stalls but were leisurely strolling through the valley, occasionally stopping in front of a vendor’s booth, eyeing the goods, and bargaining if something caught their interest.

Zhenmu kicked backward but was blocked by Arakida’s hand. Seizing the opportunity, Arakida broke free from the blade’s grasp, leapt from the rooftop, and in the blink of an eye vanished from sight alongside Sakuraba.

Of course, not everyone—there was also a semi-Nian Realm “strong one” who could manipulate the aura of heaven and earth.

The look of shock lasted only a moment. The ice crystal silkworm grass typically grew within the massive crevices of towering icy peaks. But those huge blocks of mysterious ice had been swept out by terrifying hurricane energy currents, carrying the ice crystal silkworm grass along with them.

These filthy things hid in the shadows and dared not appear during the day. As Marquis walked along, he sensed fluctuations of yin energy in three locations.

“Antarctica. I can’t name the specific places here, but accidents are frequent. Dragonbone is planning to establish a new branch here, using some intelligent robots to guard the area,” Zheben said slowly, stepping forward. His aura suddenly intensified, and the surrounding snow and wind could not get close to him.

Hearing Yan Lingyun’s introduction, everyone finally understood why they had never seen this pill before—it was specially made for warriors.

Such a person must possess great fortune, immense opportunities, and immense destiny. Heaven itself was aiding him; it was impossible for him to perish halfway.

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The Maserati sped away, but for some unknown reason, the road ahead seemed blocked, causing a long line of cars to form. Nearby highways, however, were not so congested. Many vehicles reversed, attempting to get onto the highway. Without hesitation, Li Xi drove directly onto the elevated bridge.

When Zhang Donghai was absorbed in the internet, Zhang Yaozu and Wang Aihong were at their most despairing. Eventually, realizing they could not control Zhang Donghai, they simply gave up and focused on raising Zhang Haimei instead.

After speaking, he lifted his leg to enter the palace gate. How could the Crab General let him trespass the Dragon Palace? He blocked the way again. The Yaksha flew into a rage and stabbed the Crab General dead with his spear right at the palace entrance.

She finished speaking and hurried back to the office to turn on the computer. Sure enough, the news of Fang Yunxi’s retirement had already flooded the entire online news world. Everywhere, people were discussing and lamenting Fang Yunxi’s departure. Almost everyone was filled with regret.

After experiencing all this, Tang Feng understood that sometimes killing was an inevitable means, an unavoidable outcome.

“I have always conducted legitimate business and earned rightful profits. I gratefully accept this ten million gift! Please, Old Chen, take this cash back!” Master Shen said calmly.

This was Han Shiren’s gun—one shot could shake heaven and earth, summon the roar of thunder, and evoke a sense of tragic indignation.

The giant furrowed his brow, leapt up to a height of nearly two zhang, and suddenly kicked downward, intending to trample Lu Linlang underfoot.

“I’ve made myself very clear—decide for yourself!” Shen Tian’s face turned extremely ugly.

Though Beiming Xue acted aloof, a single word of concern warmed the heart. It was clear that Ye Xuan’s position in her heart had completely changed.

As soon as he stepped into the Martial Tower, Ye Fan suddenly felt wrapped in a wondrous force.

Having spent so much time together, Beiming Xue was no longer surprised. If one day Su Anqing stopped acting spoiled, that would truly be strange. Previously, she liked to pester me; now, she preferred to bother Ye Xuan. It made things much easier for her.

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Ling Ziqing usually presented herself with an unparalleled icy beauty, never smiling, possessing an aura that kept others at a thousand-mile distance.

However, the person involved, Liu Pengfei, was an exception. When faced with the accusations from the Maoshan Sect members, he still wore his trademark smile, arms crossed, calmly watching as if observing a monkey show.

Unexpectedly, this cold beauty merely glanced at him faintly before slowly folding her plane ticket and putting it away.

Mo Tianzheng and the others turned to look, none doubting that Xiso was joking, because he only told very dry, cold jokes.

The most infuriating thing was that at least Yun Mengjiao was defeated by Zhu Qing’s hand, which still preserved some dignity, but he didn’t even know who had knocked him down.

Such a technique was absolutely forbidden even in battles at the Sovereign level because no one could finely control the balance of opposing elements in the midst of intense combat.

Looking at Dongfang Yi’s embarrassed state, Luo Yan’s mood suddenly improved. What exactly was the relationship between Dongfang Yi and the Dongfang financial clan?

“Go back first, I still have matters to attend to!” Saying this, she stuffed her apron into her bag, took out a makeup mirror, and fortunately, her eyes remained bright, unscorched by the stove fire. She practiced a few sweet smiles in the mirror—thankfully, it was all right.

Lu Qingyu was inexplicably pulled over by Wang San and was puzzled. However, since he was part of this merchant caravan, it was necessary to observe proper social etiquette. After hearing Wang San’s introduction and learning that the burly man before him was the caravan leader, Lu Qingyu politely greeted Lin Dabiao.