Volume One, Chapter 58: Are You a Bloodhound?

The existence of an immortal cultivator, once trapped by the Southern Sea Dragon King's illusion, though not destined to perish for certain, would find escaping far from easy.

In the audience below, the martial stage participants wiped cold sweat from their brows, each stepping back a few paces in unease, as this turn of events seemed to treat the spectators as mere objects of the contest.

"Home..." Ye Xuan blinked her bright eyes and glanced once more at Han Xiao, a hint of joy playing on her delicate face.

Ye Wushuang’s expression darkened; she could no longer bear to watch. Fighting so enthusiastically against a mere cat—did he not have any sense of dignity?

The same move was repeated, but this time Ye Lei was somewhat lazy, cutting less vigorously, and instead of falling ice shards, what descended were giant hailstones the size of basketballs.

"Madam, tomorrow I will definitely give that fellow a good beating!" Turning to look toward the river, since the decision to leave this place had been made, the only wish left was to settle the score.

A month was too long—long enough to be fatal. Even if I had severely wounded the thunder god with one sword, he would likely have recovered by now.

This could no longer be called a human warrior, as Lin Mu was unsure how much of his original flesh remained. He was entirely a battle machine assembled from weapons.

In the central-left region of Mechanical Island, Ye Huan frowned slightly as he looked at the constantly changing walls before him. According to his understanding of Mechanical Island, ahead lay the labyrinthine zone.

Feldia had long ago placed an undetectable forbidden spell upon Ye Huan, one that ensured even if his neck was slit, he would not truly die but enter a state of apparent death.

He only needed to find a stone peak unreachable by others, cultivate the Rainmist Divine Grass and Primordial Saliva atop it using Heavenly Tribulation, and then successfully breakthrough his realm.

After more than half a month of recuperation in the herb fields, Sun Haochi finally set his sights on the spiritual herbs there, resolutely deciding to consume all the herbs in the order required for refining pills, hastening his strength enhancement.

Li Shanghao did not call for the Qinghong Sect’s special vehicle to take him to school but instead boarded the school bus himself, traveling all the way to the school.

There was a bed in the kiln, so Canghai helped Li Xing make it up. Though warm inside, blankets and mats were still necessary in this weather.

Gong Cheng stepped onto the elevator, expressionless as he forcibly raised the vehicle upright, extending it beyond the roof, then peered toward the leftmost vehicle among the first three cars ahead, aiming his gun’s crosshair at its right wheel.

Ling Xuan faintly sensed that to master the first move, there must be a crucial step yet unknown to him, an essential detail whose nature and method remained elusive.

Sun Haochi was unwavering when it came to spending his spiritual stones; when the price was bid up to fifty high-grade stones, he shouted out a price double that amount without hesitation.

Many felt that this newly appointed governor, though issuing edicts greatly benefiting the people and possessing formidable ability, had forcibly elevated the livelihood of Lushan Prefecture’s populace to a new level.

Mist shrouded the mountain peaks, sunlight piercing through clouds to bathe the earth below, the air cool and refreshing.

As fireworks filled the night sky, Ji Yu and Zhang Jiao sat side by side on the eaves, watching the brilliant blooms flare and fade, drinking and reflecting.

"If we face Snake in battle, the biggest obstacle is Saofen. As long as we restrain Saofen’s growth and rhythm, victory will come easily," said the man with the brick-like face.

She smiled softly; though she still did not fully understand him, at the age of thirty-one, she wanted to take a bold chance.

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Unwilling to follow Shou Qi’s line of thought searching for her own faults, she instead blamed Xiang Yang entirely, declaring the matter a result of his reckless and thoughtless actions.

"This is a matter of principles and bottom lines. As I explained earlier, if someone else insulted you, I would be even angrier; my temper would flare even more," Xu Zifeng said.

"The old gentleman is not home," the other party immediately refused, evidently accustomed to such visits.

She asked with some difficulty, equally disbelieving. With no memory, how could she feel nothing at all?

Drinking at such events was inevitable. She and Manager Mo were not on the same level; glass after glass of red wine passed as if it were water, with no sign of intoxication, laughter and conversation flowing freely, betraying no hint of drunkenness.

This set of equipment—even for Ezreal with the Ice Fist build, though having high armor—was taken by Blind Monk, whose damage output was far more terrifying than Zed’s. Of course, this was because Zhang Yiheng had debilitated Zed; if the effect had been on Blind Monk, he too would never have been able to one-shot Ezreal.

Shao Shen pursed his lips in silence, feeling increasingly wronged. Although he bore some responsibility, it was unfair to blame him entirely, wasn’t it?

She stole glances at Shao Shen from time to time, each time their eyes met, frightening her so much that she lowered her head increasingly low.

“Unfortunately, Chen Yan was afraid my sister-in-law would tire herself, so he directly had the cook learn to make pastries. Since then, we have never tasted pastries made by my sister-in-law again!” Wei Minghan said regretfully, recalling the taste and swallowing hard.