Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Marvel of Immortal Treasures, the Secrets of a Grandmaster

The mage studied the paladin, noticing a faint blush of embarrassment on her face. Her delicate figure trembled slightly, betraying the nervousness in her heart.

Old Commander Liang Guoping watched the lively banquet with a cheerful smile, thoroughly enjoying the scene. In his eyes, this was precisely what a banquet should be: crowded, bustling, and filled with joy.

The miraculous rise of Worry-Free Fortress had not only made Arthur famous across the continent, but had also elevated him in the hearts of most fortress inhabitants to a status akin to the divine. Henry's popularity in the legion had even surpassed Arthur's, naturally leading to hostility from the fortress people.

This time, the move appeared gentle, not forceful, yet Shen Qian soared into the air like a paper kite, flying several yards before crashing into the water with a splash, sending droplets everywhere.

The man flicked his hand, and suddenly a long whip shot out from his sleeves, lashing fiercely toward Fu Junjiao's face. Fu Junjiao's body shifted, drifting obliquely to dodge the whip, while her sword trembled, releasing a cold gleam. Her sword qi slashed forth, crisscrossing the air.

Facing the main hall of Wang Chuanfu's family sat a rather lean, middle-aged man, likely in his fifties, with graying hair but a radiant spirit and piercing eyes. Though he sat casually, his presence exerted invisible pressure on everyone in the courtyard.

At that moment, the wind wolf suddenly stood upright, swinging its massive claws. Five blue wind blades, each about a foot long, howled through the air directly at Huang Teng.

Unlike Han Feng, Xie Yunting, still angry over her broken treasure, blew her bamboo whistle to summon the Azure Spirit Bird, leaping atop it and loudly calling Han Feng. Although she was puzzled by Han Feng's use of the Fire Thunder Talisman, there was no time to ask. All she wanted was to catch up and split the transformed demon with her sword, venting her fury.

"Moreover, Kathilin's actions must have the backing of many elders," Kalabis added.

Lin Qingxue, when mischievous, was truly formidable, leaving Su Lin at a complete impasse, unable to advance or retreat.

"Ah Yu, why have you returned? Didn't you say you'd spend the night outside? And what is this?" Well, in Wang Zhenzhen's eyes, Lin Yu always came first. Even when she saw what Lin Yu was holding, she still asked about the person before the thing.

"You—" Yan Ruyan, hearing the commotion, was about to ask what had happened, but was promptly knocked out by Hatsune.

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In truth, the spiritual energy in this world was abundant, to an exaggerated extent, simply because no one knew how to harness it. The people here focused more on inner battle energy, which, at its core, was related to mental power and physical fitness—somewhat akin to supernatural abilities on Earth, following a path of bodily cultivation.

The unique sound of golden coins clinking rang out leisurely. At that moment, Lin Yu's mind filled with joy, his body unable to resist breaking into a dance. He didn't know what was happening, but he was certain the sound was the cause. Yet, he could not gather any mental power, his spirit utterly unfocused.

Li Zhi's generals had previously launched attacks across various prefectures in Southern Direct Administration, arresting gentry who supported the Jiangbei Army, raiding homes, and executing rival gentry, leaving rivers of blood and countless heads rolling. Today in Nanjing, Li Zhi intended to behead the leader of the southern scholars—a major event that attracted the attention of busybodies from all regions.

Regarding the sudden news, Night Princess hadn't told Night anything. Unaware, Night followed her, working hard for another day.

The leading mage wore orange robes, ranked above level four, one of the best in my mage squad, and the commander operating the device before us.

Simple, right? Yet neither Apple, nor Google, nor Microsoft has ever done so. The reason is straightforward: these companies providing system platforms know that no application service provider would agree to such an approach.

Before Wu Chen could speak, Yin Wang raised his left hand, flashing shiny Buddhist beads before everyone's eyes.

After seeing "Houtu," Fang Mu could no longer remain calm, attracting the attention of others in the bar. Withered Wood told him to stay calm, promising to explain, but insisted Fang Mu first clarify whether the matter in Xuanwu City was deliberately arranged by Yun Huang.

"But she's not much older than you," Lin Canghai said bluntly, causing Wu Shasha to lower her head.

Soulfiend chased after me as he spoke, his laughter making me feel as nauseous as if he'd violated me.

Logically, Cui Shanzhi should have conceded, as enduring a beating was unseemly, especially since anyone with eyes could tell Longhua's students were far from ordinary.

"You, you heard it too?" I asked the online viewers through my phone screen if they had also heard the voice just now.

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"That's not hysteria, it's a hallucination. Burning these branches causes those who inhale the smoke to experience hallucinations," I said.

"If it really moved as you said, I'm sure you'd jump down immediately, absolutely not wanting it to move," I shot Watermelon a glance and laughed.

Oudi had just emerged from the woods when he noticed several burly men watching him warily. Their gaze swept over Han Xuan and the others, their expressions showing slight surprise.

This was a true formation of heaven and earth, utilizing the power of the Shura Emperor's realm to set the world as its foundation. The power of the life-and-death formation was raised to the extreme. Even a peak realm lord—Xiao Feng was confident—would be trapped with no escape.

At this moment, Lin Fanghu was seated in a side room on the left of the second courtyard of the central mansion, seemingly flipping through an account book, showing no unusual reaction.

The café was located downtown, just a street away from the parliament building. However, entry required specific identity clearance. Song Chang'an had tried several times, only to discover that his so-called captain identity was useless—any attempt to enter triggered the alarm.

"Don't just stand there. The true incarnation is about to catch up. We must report this news to the main city!" Night Secretary slapped Song Chang'an's outstretched hand, urging him.

As soon as the words fell, a red paper umbrella appeared above Shen Qing's head. The umbrella was painted with a white magnolia, matching perfectly with the outfit she wore.

Soul-searching was a secret technique of the Gatekeepers, only mastered by seventh-rank Spirit Masters. Yet it could not be used lightly, as it caused permanent damage to the brain—at best leaving one foolish, at worst causing brain death.

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