Volume 1, Chapter 21: Building a House Is Not Demolishing One

During Milan’s most glorious era, he never even made it to the first team and eventually transferred to Verona.

The large mastiffs, their limbs bound by the silk-spinning technique of the hunting phoenix butterfly, were initially startled. But soon they realized that the icy mist, upon contact with their black fur, was immediately absorbed into their bodies, causing no harm whatsoever.

At the very moment the dozens of canisters filled with the powdered knockout drug solidified, Liu Cheng’s system interface erupted with a cascade of frantic alerts.

Upon hearing Du Gu Canglang’s transmitted voice, Yi Tian slowly turned around to appraise him, noticing a faint seal over his brow—a spiritual species restriction. There was no doubt it was the mark left by the Great Demon Du Gu Jimo.

Meanwhile, Zhou Bu’er had been diligently cultivating spiritual plants. Through the formation’s surveillance, it was revealed that he had chosen the cursed field on the southern slope of the river’s mouth, and was even attempting to plant the Scarlet Essence Ginseng there.

Zhang Fan let out a shriek, and the scene shifted abruptly, returning to the Seven-Colored Time-Space Island, where he stared blankly at the Pool of Life and Death.

As expected, Tang Tang, dressed in an elegant red gown like a queen, stood just outside the door.

A jade-green sword and a radiant, festively embroidered ball blocked his path within the Western Spirit Mountain.

“How is it? Don’t you feel the flavor has improved?” Master Niu asked with an air of pride.

Though treading the mortal world was unbearable to his somewhat fastidious nature, the youthful vigor of Xu Yang before him was so astonishing that even the slightest dust on his toes—a triviality he normally could not tolerate—seemed insignificant now.

Examining the next two levels, both displayed fine Taoist artifacts; yet to Zhang Sanfeng, they were merely objects of indifferent value.

However, the Buddhist Ullambana Festival and the Taoist Zhongyuan Festival coincided on the same day, making it inevitable for both to deliver their sermons simultaneously.

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He immediately infused this man with genuine energy. After a short while, Xuan Shitian regained consciousness, and the first thing he saw was not his leader but the statue of Princess Rao. At first, he truly thought he had seen the living Princess Rao.

From a distance, Cheng Yao noticed that the face which had shocked her so deeply was not as terrifying as she initially thought; instead, it was an exquisitely handsome visage beyond compare.

This man was clad in noble attire, his striking appearance rendering him speechless—even a fool would recognize his extraordinary status.

Gazing upon the vast, resplendent sea, Leng Yi found his spirits inexplicably lifted, as if the long-accumulated gloom had vanished instantaneously, his tone becoming unusually light and easy.

“You are not well; take care to rest,” he said, gathering spiritual power in his hand before subtly exerting it, sending a brief pulse that gradually eased Pei Zhen’s physical discomfort.

Soros inhaled deeply from his Cuban cigar, filling his lungs before slowly exhaling a perfectly round smoke ring.

Lan Mi was aware of Meng Qianqian’s condition and had rescued her, placing her near her apartment to allow Cui Junxiao to see her current state. Lan Mi believed that he would surely send her to a hospital for treatment.

Having received such instructions, Ouyang Ze dared not delay and immediately relayed the message to Feng Qiyue.

Thus, when the time came to complete the mission, the merits and rewards would surely be bestowed upon him by the father emperor, who had long favored him but hesitated to appoint the crown prince. Undoubtedly, the Eastern Palace heirship would be his.

The father general, stationed in the southern border, upon hearing news of battle, hurried tirelessly with thirty thousand troops to provide urgent reinforcement.

Le Caiwei stared blankly at him, feeling utterly bewitched—how could anyone be so captivating?

Soon, Yun Rou and Gu Zhan had once again ventured into the deep secret passage, the stone walls behind them standing intact, as if they had passed through the solid rock itself.

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“By the way, Vice Dean Lin, where is the Dean? Why didn’t he lead the team?” asked a college dean who had a good relationship with Vice Dean Lin, smoothly changing the subject.

“If you’re really not made of paper, falling from just over a meter wouldn’t be fatal,” the phoenixes murmured, their eyes revealing a certain disdain.

“Does that mean Caiwei is inside?” Tiandong asked anxiously, worried sick about failing to care for Miss Caiwei. If the second young master blamed him later, he wouldn’t know what to do.

Almost simultaneously, the Blood Wolf of the World unleashed his skill, an effect similar to my own “Tiger Descends the Mountain,” with a powerful force that repelled targets.

Liu Yao had a strong intuition: Zhang Xiaoyun was definitely orchestrating a conspiracy—a vast and sinister plot.

In any case, she had endured countless experiences, both good and bad. Regardless of their nature, they were unforgettable—so much so that she could no longer simply distinguish between good and bad.

Gu Yan was somewhat puzzled by Situ Yi’s serious tone, as if visiting the Death Realm was a highly secretive matter. Curious, Gu Yan glanced at the Mo family’s three brothers beside him.

They had tried every means to eliminate their family’s “bear son,” never once considering that they might in fact be fueling his rise.