Volume One, Chapter 33: My Lord, I’ve Adopted a Child!
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Wang Zichen was horrified. The cardboard box behind him was several centimeters thick, yet the playing card had been flicked so lightly and still buried itself straight into it. From that alone, one could tell how astonishingly fast and powerful the other man’s hands were.
At last, the dust cleared. Garchomp stood panting beside the Magmortar, which had already lost the ability to fight.
Inside the barrel, scarlet water bubbled and churned like molten lava. Steam billowed upward, raising the temperature of the room by several degrees.
“We’re going in too. Fire Punch.”
Two flames instantly wrapped around Charizard’s claws. White and red collided, but whether in strength or speed, Flint’s Infernape was no match for Charizard. In a moment, Charizard sent it flying with a single punch.
She had never suspected Eric in the slightest. Although she had slept with him several times, she had taken emergency contraceptives each time.
“What are you being shy for? We’ve even bathed together before.”
There was a hint of flippancy in Li Jingnan’s voice. Instead of leaving, he walked toward him step by step.
Gu Mengmeng glanced over, then shyly averted her eyes. Her cheeks instantly grew redder and hotter.
The next day, a man dressed in black robes arrived at Hualan Gym and displayed his credentials. After that, whether Hualan Gym would be allowed to remain open would be determined according to the Gym Leader’s battle strength.
It collided with the tip of the sword, deflecting it away, and the long sword instantly flew from his grasp.
Ling Yan’s face turned pale. Suddenly, the jade pendant flashed and struck the ghost. Wounded, the ghost hastily fled far away, escaping outside.
The burly crew-cut man standing beside Han Desheng had a trace of astonishment flickering in his eyes. Others might not have noticed, but he could tell at a glance that this young man was an absolute master of internal martial arts.
Through cultivating internal martial arts, he had shaped his body and physique into an almost perfect form.
Only the four of them remained alive at the scene. Their enemies, meanwhile, consisted of even more imperial guards than before, along with Liu An, whose strength was unknown.
One tael of gold equaled ten taels of silver. Prices fluctuated constantly depending on whether the year brought a harvest or a disaster, but in broad terms, that was a reasonable conversion.
The mainstream paths of cultivation in the world could be divided into four great branches: alchemy, martial cultivation, divine soul cultivation, and qi refinement. They did not conflict with one another; in fact, they often provided mutual benefits. Thus, it was common for people to practice more than one path, though their aptitudes and energy naturally led them to favor one over another.
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As the saying went, what one saw was what one got. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Realm of Gentle Breezes was nothing more than a miniature map of the Empty Valley Daoist Grounds.
“The one who helped Brother Feng awaken his Heavenly Spirit. The scent of his myrrh is utterly unique...” You Rou chuckled softly.
The undead element was a composite magic system that cultivated destruction and life magic together. In essence, it shared certain commonalities with destruction magic. Its greatest characteristic was the summoning of the dead: through summoning arts, one could call undead creatures with offensive abilities from the world of the dead.
Cacti were everywhere in the Solano Desert, yet there was not a single one to be found in Death Valley.
He was naturally referring to Green Bull. If he had possessed the Yamata no Orochi Devil Fruit back then, why would he have needed to go to such lengths?
Gao Zheng was slightly startled. In truth, he had noticed it long ago; he simply refused to think too deeply in that direction. Of course, it was also to avoid an awkward situation.
Song Chong frowned, faintly sensing that something was wrong... Could this thing be worth only a few points? Had he just bet everything and ended up losing horribly?
When he had encountered this fellow in ranked matches before, even after Song Chong brought out three-star Camille and Riven, they had merely been evenly matched. It was extremely difficult to kill him outright.
Only then did Wu Qing realize that she had truly taken things too far. For a moment, she was at a loss. The family had only just reunited, and now they had to separate again.
Indeed, compared with the old monk who had come begging for alms, they were far more worried about the Eighth Buddha, who held real power. The longer the other party failed to appear, the more uneasy they became.
Could it be that the region controlled by this divine statue extended beyond the Eight Great Tribes? Could it also command numerous other regions and tribes?
No one could have imagined that a powerhouse so terrifying existed in this world—someone capable of severing an entire vast, roaring tsunami with a single slash.
With only Su Jinyang remaining, there was no way he could stir up much trouble. Then where had the danger Zhou Xinghe mentioned come from? Gao Zheng could not understand it no matter how much he thought about it, and he felt vaguely unsettled.
Chen Jin disliked gambling, and in fact, he was deeply resistant to all kinds of speculative behavior. He had little interest even in stock trading. As for lotteries and the like, he regarded them as tumors of society, breeding idleness and aversion to labor while destroying a nation’s spirit of hard work and perseverance.
Mu Boshi had never been good with words. Now that he realized his younger sister had fallen into obsession, he did not know how to persuade her.
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“You just said that using less force wouldn’t work.”
He Wanyier slightly eased the pressure of her hand. After applying the medicine, she took a strip of white cloth and wrapped it twice around Chen Siyun’s left arm, worried that the liquid medicine would evaporate.
“You’re old enough to know better, yet you still let someone scheme against you so thoroughly. It’s all right now. This prince has already seen justice done on your behalf. In a couple of days, if you wish, you may even go and attend their wedding banquet.”
Those familiar with him could detect the reassurance beneath the chill in his voice.
The examination showed that his internal organs were all healthy. The old man simply had high blood pressure, so whenever his blood pressure rose, he naturally felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.
What the Central Plains soldiers did not know was that the decision to withdraw to Changsha had been extraordinarily difficult for Sun Xiang as well. More than anyone, he had been unwilling to retreat at that moment. But if he did not, he had no choice.
After coming to the front desk, he began carefully examining Wang Li’s cheek. It was a full five minutes before he finally stopped.
Most of the country’s high-tech enterprises were clustered around Xinghai Technology. In other words, the nation’s most advanced technological achievements were all concentrated around Xinghai Technology.
The old man’s face was filled with disappointment. Just as he was preparing to leave, a clear chime rang out, and a top-grade spirit stone landed in the tray he held.
After hanging up, Li Jun was still gloating. “You call yourself the boss? Even your brain isn’t as useful as mine.”
He smugly slipped his phone into his pocket and gazed across the enormous plaza—at the scenery, the people, and the sunset. Yet in his heart, he was wondering whether he should beat Wu Hao, scold him, or deal with him in some other way once they met.
For now, he was not spreading Gu Chao’s reputation for two reasons. First, he wanted Gu Chao to avoid becoming arrogant and complacent. He was still young, and he had a long road ahead of him.
In the course of dealing with the mainland government, represented by Lin Yang, Song Yi was still able to seize every advantage and take the initiative instead of becoming someone else’s pawn.
The river was forty or fifty meters wide. A violet mist hung above it. If his guess was correct, the mist was formed from magical elements—more specifically, a slow spell capable of reducing one’s speed. There was no water in the river; only sand could be seen inside it.
Li Qing spoke unhurriedly, but Qi Wu listened in stunned silence. As a veteran of the Ministry of Revenue who had once served as Commissioner of Salt and Iron, he naturally understood the implications of Li Qing’s words with profound clarity. Replacing corvée and tax payments with money was unprecedented. If this were implemented, every household would have to take grain, silk, and hemp to the streets to sell.
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