Volume 1, Chapter 25: Are You Still Asleep?

Hahaha... If I don't infuriate you this time, I’ll never admit I know English. What are you going to do about it?

"It won't happen. The Emperor will surely agree. He is a benevolent monarch, he will definitely consent," Sima Shao said with firm conviction.

If it were a Nebula Realm soul master, even the Sect Master would find it difficult to defeat them head-on; to others, this would be somewhat humiliating. For those below the Nebula Realm, according to the sect's customs, the Sect Master and the various elders are not permitted to intervene, leaving only a few stewards capable of handling such matters.

In particular, outer disciples might even be admitted to the Alchemist Hall’s inner circle without testing, depending on the circumstances. For almost every outer-sect alchemist, this is a matter of great concern.

Yuan Xu was struck with horror and disbelief, unable to accept the reality, feeling as if he had been shattered by a thunderbolt, his soul drifting into the void.

But Shi Lang was different. As a true professional, he spotted Dai Mao’s weakness—an unstable stance—at a single glance.

"No, that’s not it. The matter is basically resolved, but there is one situation I need to tell you about," Qin Han said.

Koi didn't take it to heart. At this moment, her heart was filled with joy; she could finally play with Dabai openly, so how could she care about anything else?

Their conversation outside the door was naturally overheard by everyone. In fact, Chen Si had intentionally explained it for Qin Han’s benefit; after all, one cannot blame those who are unaware! Had he known Qin Han was there, he wouldn't have dared to appear in such a posture even if his life depended on it.

This palm strike seemed to tear a massive hole in the sky, from which countless stars fell, the violent power threatening to tear the world asunder. Even the majestic, towering mountains seemed to have been built on sand, collapsing and shattering completely.

In his previous lives, Yuan Sheng had cultivated for countless generations yet never achieved the path of immortality. In this life, he incarnated as Yuan Na and had initially attained the fruition of a Bodhisattva, only for it to be destroyed in an instant. Watching his friend display such great wisdom and courage, how could Yang Nan not feel a sense of profound lament?

After all, only celestial beings from the heavens could possess the power to suppress so many cultivators single-handedly.

Yang Nan’s spirit lifted. Although he did not covet the Thirty-Six Luohe Heavenly Secret Map, the opportunity to behold such a treasure was rare indeed.

Tears streamed quietly down her cheeks. Aunt Jing sniffled, revealing a miserable smile as she finished her wine.

"Let’s go, it’s time to head in!" Patting Rhodes on the shoulder to snap him out of his daze, Gilo said softly.

Fengyun Die smiled and said, "This is a chest from the Forbidden God Valley; it should contain something good." With that, she pressed her hand down and flipped the lid open.

Following this, Chu Yanzhe heard the phone hang up with a dull thud; the person on the other end seemed very displeased. However, Chu Yanzhe was in a great mood. He placed his phone on the coffee table, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers against the table, thinking leisurely: Could this Long Moxuan really be the chairman of Huashi Media?

One must know that the Thirty-Sixth and Fortieth Dharma Trial Disciples were already supreme experts who had transcended the Spirit Infant stage.

Song Hu sat in front of his mother, while Xiao Yueshi and Su Jing knelt half-crouched on either side of Lady Song’s recliner, chatting with her and smiling. Each of them held a rattan stick in his hand.

The Slaughter Heaven Demon God did not panic. Could it be that he had used his sonic attack again? Yet, this time, his assault had no effect whatsoever.

A gentle figure appeared in a blur before his eyes. Even with his back turned, Yan Feng knew exactly who it was.

Once the resonance reaches ten percent, one can begin basic cultivation. As the practitioner's realm grows and their understanding of Dao essence deepens, they can further increase the resonance to comprehend techniques of even higher realms.

Upon hearing this, the Martial Emperor immediately felt a sense of foreboding: Could it be that the Great Governor of Fuyuan, Zhao Fu, had truly rebelled?

The servant from the agency beamed with a radiant smile and, with immense enthusiasm, hopped onto the front axle of the carriage to lead the way for Su Hu and accompany them to find a familiar matchmaker.

It was one thing to deal with these people who were like a tour group, but how could they attract such dangerous individuals? They were so dangerous that the Sovereign had repeatedly warned that this was a mission for survival—one only needed to ensure one stayed alive.

Beidou Haoyue’s pupils constricted. He reached out and pressed the air, causing a layer of gray mist to rapidly spread and shroud the arena.

Heifeng flickered its large, dark eyes, peering incessantly toward Su Zixuan’s room and letting out low whimpers as it expressed a rare sense of apology.

Meditation, sword practice, body tempering, manual labor, puppet making... the life of a cultivator is both dull and fulfilling. However, ever since a ninth-level Qi Refinement cultivator moved in next door, Willow River Alley had become lively, with cultivators frequently stopping by to discuss techniques or forge new connections.

Bai He’s face turned black instantly: So you never intended to act in the first place, and you only brought it up to make things difficult for me, didn't you?

Deep in the lush forest, following the natural contours of the landscape, countless delicacies and fine wines transported from Winterless City were scattered about. Tree stumps and stones served as tables and chairs, the arrangement blending seamlessly with nature. With Michelle, a super druid, the flat meadow was naturally carpeted in lush greenery, and the scattered flowers were layered in a way that stirred the heart.

When Jiang Han followed Hu Ling to this place, many gazes immediately turned toward them.

But it was a pity that the girl had forgotten that in Ancient Egypt, apart from the Pharaoh, there was also the Order of Priests.