Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Red-Scaled Giant Carp

With a single shout from Bodhisattva Piranpo, she pointed a finger, and instantly a beam of golden light enveloped a Taoist priest in green robes below. After the light faded, he was transformed into a green deer.

Although the God of Iron had a profound connection with the Heavenly Gate, strictly speaking, his Iron Heart Island could not even be considered a subordinate branch of the Heavenly Gate.

Receiving no reply, Xiao He finally shifted his gaze away from the message and looked closely. Murong Xian was already sitting cross-legged on the ground with her eyes tightly closed.

However, that monster's Qilin Mountain was situated in the south. Why on earth had the Holy Monk Elder Pig headed east?

Moreover, such investment was not without return; it was simply not yet the right time. Xiao He had the capital to wait. Once his sect developed further, he would be able to reap greater rewards.

"Is any of you skilled at climbing trees?" Fang Hua did not answer Yang Zhi, but instead asked the close guards around him.

"Hehe, I was just speaking idly. In truth, within my heart, you are far more important than the realm itself." Wushang reached out, stroked Yue'er's fair and tender delicate face, and said with a smile.

Seeing Xiao He vomit a mouthful of blood, Murong Xian and Wang Qingya prepared to step forward and support him. However, a wave of peculiar energy suddenly erupted from Yan'er's body, directly knocking back Xiao He, as well as Murong Xian and Wang Qingya who stood beside him.

He would never argue with you with a flushed face, yet he was exceptionally skilled at the art of sophistry and psychological warfare. No matter how many great battles Wang Chang had fought, he was, after all, a rough man. When it came to schemes and mental calculations, he simply could not compare to such an old fox whose shamelessness had reached a state of pure mastery.

"Sister E'er, what on earth has happened—" Jiang Qingyu was urgently pulled along by Zhao E, and just as she was about to demand the reason, she froze upon catching sight of Li Yun's appearance on the bed.

Yu Lefeng nodded in understanding, his conclusion matching his own conjecture. If she had ingested it, it should have all been vomited out when she was hung upside down and bled, meaning there should have been nothing left in her stomach and intestines. But why would the killer stuff feces into her stomach?

Yang Gang cursed inwardly, yet his demeanor remained exceedingly humble. The battle had reached this stage, and he was by no means willing to easily give up. Therefore, unless Chen Lan had an absolute reason to protect the Danling Valley, he would not stop.

Throughout the entire journey tracking him, we kept our eyes on him constantly, and he never once left my line of sight.

Had it been in the past, upon hearing her call me so tenderly, I would have surely pulled her straight into my embrace and begun to kiss her.

"Weren't they sent out to explore the forbidden grounds? Who knows when they will return," Ye Beike said indifferently.

Zhang Xiaoquan simply could not overrule her, and in the end, she had no choice but to resign herself to letting Han Rui cling to her, carrying her away with a deeply reluctant expression.

First, the banners above were taken down, followed by the removal of the fences, leaving behind only the leveled and backfilled ground.

"You can rest assured, Sister Yu! Mother knows how to handle this!" Madam Bai was well aware of Jiang Qingyu's worries. By now, Jiang Qinglian had completely chilled everyone's hearts, and no one regarded her as family anymore.

"Why put on an act of benevolence here? Everyone knows that you are merely a disloyal and unrighteous wicked wretch who murdered his master! Even the powerhouses of my realm hold you in utter contempt! Had most of them not departed, how could we ever tolerate you running amok here?" roared an otherworldly entity as it charged forward.

Yet at this moment, she feigned complete ignorance, for in a place like Yanjing, wealthy and powerful aristocratic families were extremely numerous.

Both Bulma's family and Trunks's family were super-wealthy, while Goten's family, though not rich, lacked nothing.

Niu Qingyun paced anxiously in circles. Gritting his teeth, he penned a classified dispatch and concealed it in a secret drop-off point. Compared to hiding the Heavenly Heart, the Lord of Calamity was evidently far more crucial. After weighing his options, Niu Qingyun ultimately chose to report the secret upward.

Helis nodded and said, "Alright, I must return to deal with the trouble I've caused." Helis had always believed that the unsealing of Majin Buu was directly tied to her.

Having finished giving his instructions, he picked up the first cultivation manual and began to peruse it—not to learn it, but to observe the Daoist light radiating from the manual through his Heaven-Piercing Pupils.

Seeing that everything was fine, Tiangua leisurely drifted over to the Jedi blood mist, grabbed a large handful with a wave of his hand, and hurriedly slipped back. That mass of blood mist immediately vanished upon penetrating Tiangua's body.

These veteran professors all fell silent, looking at each other in dismay, their faces wearing bitter smiles mingled with helplessness.

Sword intent is an extension of the origin; this origin belongs solely to the sword, possessing the nobility of the sword, the icy pride of the sword, the sharpness of the sword, and the true heart of the sword.

"There is even a technique to become a deity through sleep?" Fire Heaven had never heard of it either. He glanced at Xu Lu, only to see Xu Lu blink his eyes.

This damn tadpole, apart from its head, was practically all tail, so whenever it nodded, its entire body wobbled.

Unexpectedly, Long Jian offered no reply at all. A trace of bleakness abruptly flashed across his eyes as he let out a sigh.

Wang Wu secretly thought that he was done for today. The young miss of the Xiao family was truly exceptionally clever; though they rarely interacted in daily life, he never expected her powers of observation to be so meticulous.

"You've finally arrived." September gasped for breath, tilted her head toward October, and smiled in a way that looked far worse than crying.

Visible upon the scroll were five archaic characters written neatly: Flying Fire Meteor Footwork.

Terror seized the minds of the remaining Rongdi soldiers. At this moment, all they wished for was to flee this place, to escape that terrifying demonic legion, and to get out of that crimson battlefield.

For they had all learned that the wars spanning these past one hundred thousand years had been instigated by Guigu, the avatar of the Ghost King.

Aside from Qin Lingxuan frequently coming to look for her over the past two days, she had not seen Mu Qingyan and his faction at all. She had no idea what trick they were pulling, but that suited her just fine, as she had no desire to see them either.

He had not suffered such a humiliating setback in nearly one hundred thousand years, yet today he had been thoroughly humbled once again—and what was worse, at the hands of a junior. How could this not drive him mad?

Fortunately, it was not the peak tourist season; otherwise, who knows how much damage stray cars on the road would suffer upon encountering such a mad bull.

Thanks to this wave of system updates, henceforth, purchasing any item would come with a flat ten percent discount. Furthermore, the restriction requiring the expenditure of points to purchase days in order to revisit past mission worlds was lifted, granting a license for free entry and exit, though the rest period remained unchanged. Both of these changes yielded direct benefits for him and were, on the whole, quite favorable.

However, what gave Chen Fei the biggest headache right now was the issue of time. Once today ended, only half of that week would remain. If he continued at this rate of growth, he feared he would only be able to reach second place, falling far short of Ding Jinglong, who currently ranked first.