Chapter 57: It Must Have Character!
Suddenly, a group of about a dozen elders dressed in green appeared before everyone, each emanating an aura so profound it was impossible to gauge.
Three months later, as the year’s end approached, Angie had become a full-fledged member, signing a three-year contract and officially graduating. She no longer collaborated with Jin Lian; having graduated, she was capable of handling projects independently and could discard Jin Lian like a crutch.
The young man lifted the cage, inside which the parrot hopped twice, tilting its head curiously as it looked at Lu Wanqing and Ye Fanxing, who had gathered around.
Nerves were taut, and after having been kicked harshly several times, a rage had built up inside.
Moreover, earlier, in an attempt to use the terrain advantage to confuse the palace guards, they released smoke. This allowed them to discover the charging cavalry only when it was already too late.
The name fittingly matched the environment—icy and cold, surrounded by towering glaciers.
Chu Yu had already controlled her emotions, but after her father’s turmoil, tears broke free uncontrollably.
Having just responded, Nan Shu’s phone rang. Upon seeing the number, her eyes narrowed, and she stepped aside to answer.
An Yuan Zhe tactfully withdrew to a distance, avoiding placing himself in such an awkward situation.
He felt a growing suspicion that Xu Yifan ahead might act in ways he could never have understood before.
In his youth, the hot-tempered Elder Qiu had stormed off in anger, but Bai Ningshuang stopped him and introduced him to Qin Moshang, then a grandmaster, forging a relationship that later led to his tutelage. Without Bai Ningshuang’s intervention, he would have missed that chance.
However, the brothel’s main headquarters were not in Tianqiong Prefecture but in Ximo Prefecture; what they had here was only a branch.
“Damn!” Xuan Yi cursed silently; the poison was ruthless, requiring seven continuous days of treatment. His eyes burned with fury as he glared fiercely at the Xiangmen disciple nearby.
Old Jin knelt in shock, repeatedly kowtowing—this was an amount no gold digger would ever unearth in a lifetime.
Inside the tent, a stomach numbed by hunger suddenly twisted painfully. The face tightened, fearful of losing composure and revealing ecstatic delight that might seem unsteady.
Ying Yuan had finished casting his Ice Technique; turning, he held Banxia tightly in his embrace.
An invisible giant hand seized the monstrous giant that the old man had transformed into, gripping it firmly.
Lin Yuanfan observed the meditation platform embedded within an array protecting a spiritual energy lake. Behind it extended a thick branch of the cultivation spirit, bearing only a single leaf, upon which the platform was built.
Upon learning that Qing Zhi and Huang Yuan were to be publicly executed, the navy would inevitably contact Chu Yi, and Chu Yi would naturally reciprocate.
My mind exploded with a loud bang; my vision spun wildly, and I faltered, nearly losing my footing.
She pursed her lips briefly, then lowered the whip, casting a fierce glare at Mo Sheng, as if wishing to tear her to pieces.
This is bad, this group is definitely a gang of habitual criminals, ambushing at the foot of Wuling Mountain for a long time. In terms of experience, they far surpassed Jing Xiang and her companions.
He had learned that to enter the spiritual transformation stage, one must ingest the immortal pill, which was scarce and largely dependent on luck.
Ye Linglong, knowing Han Dong had escaped safely, did not linger. She turned and got into the car, while Hu Chaoping bowed his head and returned to the Ye family estate.
Han Dong noticed her hesitation, as if she knew something but was unsure whether to speak.
This was a single-attribute spiritual vein; the more accumulated the attribute, the stronger the burst. Multi-attribute veins tended to be scattered and weaker.
Judging from this, the Witch Corpse Sect was indeed mysterious—far more so than the semi-hidden sects like Tianyan Sect, nestled within famous mountains and rivers.
His plan stemmed from the inspiration they gained attacking the steps below. He believed the heavenly tribulation’s immense power would suppress the steps, presenting a perfect chance for his escape.
Countless diners around were stunned; their movements halted, many dropping bowls and chopsticks to the floor.
She had just felt the girl's bone structure—an extremely rare, thousand-year extreme Yin constitution, with a talent rating of seventy percent. Such a prodigy, she could not bear to hand over to junior disciples for training.
"Exactly! Li Xinya, you’re twisted. The one who secretly admires you doesn’t like you now; why blame others? It’s clearly your own fault. Hmph, don’t drag me into this—it’s none of my business."
The two strolled leisurely toward Ling Kingdom, listening to many stories about it along the way.
Lu Tianlang knew the couple would likely say something again in front of Lu Feng, but he calmly wiped the corner of his mouth, barely paying them any mind.
Though vast, the divine realm still housed many fierce beasts, and only one large city-town existed there. The divine residences here contained ninety-nine percent of all divine abodes; only a few combative souls ventured outside for trials.
“Idiot! Who told you to really go far? Enough, don’t waste words, or they’ll suspect us soon,” Hu Gao said, then fell silent, walking on while scanning the surroundings for a suitable ambush spot.
Outside, winter had arrived: bitter cold, raging snow, and howling winds, but atop Emperor Wang Mountain, blossoms flourished, warm as spring.
“What the fuck!” Hu Gao cursed loudly. He lay on the ground, sweat streaming down his forehead, his face contorted in agony, twitching involuntarily every so often.
Though Yue’er was the personal maid of the fourth concubine, she had been promoted to chambermaid earlier this year. The gentle temperament of the Ge family meant they rarely disciplined servants, and over time Yue’er developed the habit of considering herself half a mistress.
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