32 The Forest of White Mist

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Just as before, I didn't take the photos to heart, nor did I throw them in the trash. Instead, I tossed them into the cabinet downstairs.

Listening to the footsteps fading away behind him, Ye Lishang finished the last of his soup and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Han Zhenhan marched into Jia Sidao’s largest reception hall like a bandit and sat brazenly in the main seat. The servants of the Jia mansion had always been arrogant, looking down on everyone.

Unsurprisingly, as soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Cheng Kai, accompanied by several of his friends.

Flustered, Chen Huang dropped his pretense of sincerity and began to roar in the assembly hall. However, wherever his gaze fell, it was as if a harsh light were shining; everyone avoided his eyes, either staring at the ceiling, their own palms, or looking left and right.

After feigning "panic" for a moment, I pulled out my phone to dial Lin Dong’s number. I expected it wouldn't go through and was just going through the motions, but to my surprise, it connected after three rings.

Thus, while the number of sovereigns in the Divine Realm is not small, as one ascends higher, they become increasingly rare. There are only three Primordial beings, two of whom are ancient innate entities born in accordance with the will of heaven.

Once the armies from various regions assembled and set out, their progress was sluggish. Because the departure was so hurried, provisions and supplies had to be organized; otherwise, the troops would be starving within two days.

Chu He suddenly realized, thinking back to the "humanoid skeleton" from earlier. That was likely the "spirit" the old man had mentioned needed to be cleansed.

Elder Bai stared intently at Chu He’s figure high in the sky, his eyes filled with madness.

Old Man Du was about to start scolding again, so Du Lian’er quickly spoke up to interrupt him, hoping to prevent the situation from getting any worse.

The news of his absence could be kept under wraps for at most half a year. By then, those princes in their respective fiefs would certainly begin to stir.

That black beam of light was the Tiger King’s innate ultimate skill, fueled by its most vital source energy. Using it too much carried the risk of demotion or even death. This was an ability possessed by all king-level mutated beasts, though each was unique.

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Lin Qingxuan hurriedly grabbed Shangguan Mei’s left hand. Looking ahead, he saw a massive vortex, over a dozen zhang wide, spinning rapidly and drawing all the surrounding water toward it.

Han Qingyun took the medicinal pill—a fifth-grade Divine Origin Pill—and immediately fed it to Ye Tianyu.

She was a ghost, and normally I should have exorcised her. But today, she kept calling herself Gao Sheng’s sister, and thinking of Gao Sheng, I found I couldn't bring myself to be ruthless.

By evening, the high temperatures of the day had given way to heavy clouds; it seemed as if the sky itself was in a somber mood today.

Liu Qianru now lived with Diaochan every day, and Diaochan comforted her with great care. One day, Diaochan called Li Dian into her office alone and gave him a stern reprimand.

He stepped outside the barrier to inspect the forest and discovered a dilapidated temple that seemed highly suspicious; it appeared to have been overlooked previously.

The Eighth Company’s officers realized the Yellow Turban Army’s intentions and dispersed their own troops to outflank them. Soon, the Yellow Turban cavalry and the National Guard cavalry met, and a fierce battle ensued.

Lin Wei looked at these innate spiritual treasures with some desire, but these were no ordinary objects. Refining even a single one would take years.

Moreover, Chen Wu’s attacks had always been straightforward and inflexible. While he could dominate among enemy ranks in the beginning, he knew that if Fusu’s strength were to recover to the level he had when he fought the immortals of heaven, he might not be a match for him.

Faced with this sudden confession, Ling Tian was surprised yet somewhat gratified. Even Ou Mingcai was so shocked by the ambiguous remark that he could only stare in disbelief, eager to see how it would unfold.

Even basic sword techniques cannot be performed in fluid sequences without being practiced to the point of complete familiarity, let alone achieving the higher-level skill of dancing the sword into a blur.

Cheng Yingzuo paused, observing his sister’s expression and then the arm she was supporting, his eyes darkening deep within.

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On the other side, Yise arrived as well, though he kept leering at Huixiang from afar.

"Her life is no longer in danger. But her appearance..." Su Ru looked at the severely injured disciples lying on the beds, looking troubled.

He had perfectly met the requirements of the heir to the Earl of Nanning; he hadn't kicked him where he wasn't supposed to, and his face hadn't hit the ground.

If it couldn't remember this lesson, there would be no way to help it if he were away.

Although Pan Yuhong kept complaining, the bald man didn't respond at all, acting as if Pan Yuhong didn't exist.

However, a brilliant black-yellow radiance erupted from his body, and amidst twisting waves of energy, a terrifying pressure enveloped an area of ten thousand meters.

He imagined himself standing on a mountain peak, gripping a golden saber in one hand with corpses strewn at his feet, his enemies trembling in fear at the sight of him—wow, that would be so incredibly cool.

Murmurs of discussion broke out immediately. Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the red-haired prince and Rong Zhihao naturally grew uglier. Their faces twisted, and they began to sense a threat to the plans they had held in their hearts.

"Granny, let me wash the wild vegetables. Is there any staple food left in the house?" Jinse rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender arms, and began to wash the greens.

"Do you really think that we are people you can just capture or release whenever you please?" Su Jingya was in a foul mood and shouted in a low voice.

This surviving bronze man had become extremely powerful. With the combined energy cores of over 70 bronze men, its capabilities had exceeded Na Tie’s expectations. Na Tie had no confidence whatsoever that he could destroy it.