Volume 1, Chapter 25: My Lord, I Do Not Know What I Am Mourning

Inuyasha twitched his brows and pointed rudely at Su Yuan, who was coiled around the Tree of Ages, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Yun Feiyang tracked the speed of the Dragon Flame Sword, instantly calculating that it would take at least an hour to enter the Ring of Creation he wore.

"Let's go back, Shimakaze," Wen Jing said, her expression weary, before turning and retreating into the cabin.

His son, He Lan-zun’s, anemia had been cured; having been won over by Yun Feiyang’s medical prowess, he had changed his attitude.

"The Admiral understands," Chang Fei said, a thoughtful gleam in her eyes as she ran her hand through the silky golden hair that shone brilliantly under the light.

Nearby, the city guards, who stood close by, had never expected the two combatants to be so fierce. They were caught off guard and inadvertently injured by the stray blades and sword qi. Fortunately, as martial artists, they possessed some skills and managed to defend themselves, albeit in a rather disheveled state.

After achieving the status of Immortal Emperor, his cultivation realm had soared, and his soul and understanding of the Dao had advanced by leaps and bounds. Even when the Heavenly Dao condensed the ultimate power of celestial might to punish him, it could not shake his resolve in the slightest.

Since he was on the road with nothing to do and in a fairly good mood, Su Ming decided to ask what had happened and what the old Taoist planned to do in the future.

"Enough chatter, hurry up and wrap this up; the young master is still waiting downstairs!" Reaper finished, stowing the bipod and slinging the rifle over his shoulder before running to the back of the building. I followed closely, rappelling to the ground and sprinting down the alley to the street corner, where the young master’s car had been waiting for quite some time.

"Don't blame me; the battle was so intense that I didn't even realize I was wounded, nor did I feel any pain. The bullet didn't hit any blood vessels; the blood was just what I squeezed out while cleaning the wound," Tank said, gesturing toward the bloodstains in the bathroom.

Mr. Zhu was a clever man and could naturally read the situation. When he heard the old man tell Mrs. Zhu to go rest in the backyard, he had already begun to break out in a cold sweat.

Chu Xun was now inextricably bound to the Taixuan Sect. Even if they were to transform into the Dao one day, they knew Chu Xun would eventually return to protect the sect, confirming that their choice had been correct.

Gu Meimei nearly spat blood. How could Xue Ling, a monster who could ruin countless people with a mere blink and a wave of her hand, dare to call herself a "child"? How could one be so thick-skinned? Or was it that the older one grew, the more shameless they became? Perhaps someone of Xue Ling’s stature simply no longer had any bottom line.

Qingxuan turned around in haste upon hearing the voice, looking up to find that the person behind her was Liu Zipei.

"..." Wang Hong opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, faced with the cold, clear eyes of Xue Ling—which betrayed a terrifying, ferocious expression that didn't match her meticulously groomed appearance—she silently, silently lowered her head.

This was the fundamental reason for the rise of the Yin-Yang Great Sect. The Western Emperor Sutra, created by the Queen Mother of the West of Yaochi, was a perfect Imperial Sutra. While the Yin-Yang Five Elements Sacred Scripture was indeed a sacred text with its own unique virtues, it could not compare to the Western Emperor Sutra, yet it remained something the entire world coveted.

He approached Zhao Ping'an, grabbed his arm, and began muttering something unintelligible. Zhao Ping'an neither spoke nor resisted, simply staring at him blankly.

"As for this power, I can lend it to you, but it is merely a loan, and it will certainly have side effects, so..." Youming hesitated, as if there was something he dared not say.

Upon returning to the house her lover provided for her, she was still brimming with excitement, taking the opportunity to tell her fat, pig-like paramour about what she had seen that day, envious beyond measure.

The thoroughbred Rose did not let Lin Yixuan down; her full-speed gallop was as swift as flight, and the scenery on both sides of the road retreated in a blur of motion.

Yin Lei turned and ran inside. His neck was injured; if he let go, blood would spurt out, but if he kept holding it, he couldn't speak normally.

"You're so silly. My husband is very powerful; he could kill all those people in a single move, so how could he possibly lose?" Chu Yan gently tapped Zhao Shishi, speaking in a tone of mild reproach.

"Stop that, I don't want to broadcast us making a baby!" Meishe firmly pressed down on Yun Hao’s hand, casting a glance at the unconscious Simon nearby. The implication was clear: what if he woke up in the middle of it?

No matter how unwilling the Broken Sword was, he eventually knelt powerlessly on the floor, his large hand gripping the hilt with great effort to support his body.

I tried hard to return the energy to my Dantian, but it was too powerful and vast. After my Dantian was completely filled, the excess energy surged out through my mouth, eyes, ears, and even my navel.

More than ten days passed, and there was still no sign of Taixuan emerging from seclusion. Moreover, Qi Yanping and the others had already learned enough about the Middle Earth world from Liu Chengyun. After all, they were not members of the Zixiao Palace; no matter how thick-skinned they were, they couldn't continue staying there. Thus, they took their disciples and bade farewell to Feng Wei.

The three of them gasped, shaking their heads in unison. It was unimaginable; such power had to transcend the current age.

Having just learned that the continent could drift, the group didn't find the existence of portals in the mountains strange at all; in fact, they felt it was only natural.

Qiu Yi circled behind Concubine Wei, kicked her in the back of the knee, and bound her hands.

The atmosphere of the meeting suddenly grew heavy; everyone vaguely guessed what was happening, but for a moment, no one dared to speak.

Downloads and purchases of Five-Star Music surged once again. Feng Jianzhang had gone to bed in high spirits the night before, but upon arriving at the company this morning and hearing his subordinates' report on the download and purchase figures, his heart began to thump wildly with excitement.

Just as Monk Niu pressed the button, one of the Japanese troop carriers happened to drive over the landmine. The explosion tore the vehicle to pieces, leaving nothing of the truck or the men inside.

Since he had failed to refine ten types of pills, he couldn't reach a thousand points. Qi Ronghua’s score of nine hundred and ninety was more than enough to prove his extraordinary prowess in alchemy.

Xu Jing remained on high alert; if Chen Wei were ever in danger, she would not hesitate to pierce the head of anyone who threatened him.

It was a vast field enclosed by a picket fence. Who would have guessed that the village chief’s backyard contained more crops than any other family in the village, and that they were far more lush? He looked nothing like a farmer, yet he had single-handedly surpassed the agricultural production of an entire household.