Volume 1, Chapter 35: The Prison Break Secret Realm

"What's the matter? Is she not the person you have been searching for all this time? Now that I have brought her to you, why do you seem so surprised?" Qin Jingtian looked at Zhuang Yalan, his tone ambiguous.

Under the quilt, Baotong's hands gripped the fabric of her hospital gown tightly, only to release them a moment later.

This once-thriving brothel had truly reached a dead end, to think it was being sold for a mere twenty thousand taels of silver.

"Qianqian, you are so cute," Qin Jingqing said, looking at Lu Yunqian, whose cheeks were as flushed as a red apple.

However, Gu Nining was someone who refused to lose her pride; even when she knew she was in the wrong, she would never admit defeat.

Sheng Xinyue sneered but remained silent, calmly watching the raging fire to the side. No one could explain how this fire had started.

She did not have time to react to the final dart, but Xiao Zirang used his lightness skill to scoop her up and land at a distance.

Because Lin Xiamo usually had a good relationship with everyone on the production crew, they were all quite comfortable joking around with her.

Ye Lan shared a telepathic bond with him and immediately sensed his boundless terror. Yet, firm in his resolve, he remained unmoved, continuing to channel the cyan and white energy to draw inward. Bawu shrieked in increasing agony, his voice growing weaker with each cry. In the blink of an eye, the purple energy had been more than half absorbed by the Wind-Fire Glazed Orb.

Seeing this, Li Siyi realized this was the Falan that Xu Hao had mentioned last time. Thinking back to the three of them acting so mysterious, she knew Xu Hao had not told her the whole story.

Zhiyan couldn't stand it any longer; she hurried down the stage and grabbed his ear. It must be said that this tactic was effective—Ye Yeyin was up in less than three seconds, clutching his ear.

A cultivator in the Profound Gathering Realm has just formed their golden core, and their true essence is not yet pure. Because the true essence within the core cannot yet exist as a seamless whole, the golden core is not perfectly spherical. Ye Lan was aware of this, so she did not find the appearance of the core within her body strange.

Attempting to extract dark energy from the dark void risks drawing out various creatures from that realm. Since their strength is comparable, if one's own power is insufficient, it would lead to a catastrophe.

However, he restrained himself, picked up his Tang dao, and pierced the head of the male zombie lunging toward him.

Time continued to pass eternally, second by second. What did it matter if the world was destroyed? What if the Earth stopped spinning?

Faced with a sudden threat of death for the first time, and discovering that resistance was futile, anyone would likely give up, right?

"The second point: your training period at Storm Mountain will last ten days. Depart in three days and gather at Inkwater Town."

This statement proved effective. Many who wanted to fish in troubled waters but lacked the courage were immediately spurred into action, gritting their teeth and following along.

Thinking it was Grandfather, I no longer felt as afraid, so I knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Having established his bottom line, the Ghost-Faced Daoist and He Sinian waited in the private room for a while longer. Then, Meng Qingyao knocked softly at the door. When they opened it, Zhao Laojin and Zhao Sanshui were standing behind him.

The situation was such that if Mark left him, it would likely take more time, but if Xiao left Mark, the money would certainly never be found.

"It's absolutely good. If it's defective, we'll replace it. Come, let me demonstrate!" After saying this, the stall owner showed Chen Yi how the police officer used it.

"It's fine, I'm just thirsty. A drink of water will fix it. Go ahead now!" Chen Yi said, his body trembling slightly as he finished.

The fluctuations inside were so great and the water so deep; they had only won money occasionally. If they were to lose, wouldn't that mean financial ruin?

Yin Hong and Chi Jingzi fought, dueling for over thirty rounds before the array. Yin Hong, being the apprentice, was no match for Chi Jingzi and hurriedly pulled out the Yin-Yang Mirror, attempting to dazzle him.

Outside, the Ghost-Faced Daoist quietly sent Xiahou Yun into the room. To prevent "others" from noticing, he chose not to enter, opting instead to stand guard at the door with Xiahou Xiang.

Gu Sixue stood before Ruan Su. She was wearing a yellow dress today, looking as delicate and beautiful as a rose.

"No, they are from our Foreign Language School!" another student shouted. Soon, students from other schools joined the argument.

It could be said that Li Xuantian was a top-tier genius in both the outer and deep seas of the Nine Heavens Southern Sea, while Wen Qingye was, at best, a genius in the outer seas—not even a top-tier one. Yet today, he had defeated the long-renowned Li Xuantian.

To be honest, Yang Xuan himself was handsome, with features as if carved by a knife. In the prime of his youth, anyone who saw him would praise his dignified appearance, especially when he smiled, which was most charming.

At this moment, she did not care about beauty or ugliness; she focused only on the surging fluctuations of cultivation within her body, ecstatic and filled with excitement, screaming with joy.

The middle-aged man in golden armor, upon hearing these words, immediately strode toward the thatched cottage.

As Lin Fan examined the Temple of the Heavenly God in front of him, a squad of soldiers approached and addressed him respectfully.

Qinglian and the other two remained expressionless, watching Zhang Wei pass with cold indifference. Thinking he had only cleared the third line of defense by relying on Xuanzi, they couldn't help but reveal a trace of disdain in their eyes, letting out a soft, scornful snort.

Fang Jue felt an indescribable sensation in his heart; he felt that everything was not quite right. If he were to truly open this coffin, perhaps there would be dire consequences.

"Forty thousand Demon Emperor clones have rushed out of the Blood Sacrifice Land and entered Chi You Star. The unfortunate ones are the Chi You people! However, the Chi You tribe has too many experts, and by devouring, they will only grow stronger! Sooner or later, the ultimate powerhouse will be born!" Wang Yu's expression was grave.

Ye Tianchen was slightly surprised and then asked, "Alchemy is different from martial arts. Even if the spiritual energy of the desolate state is not as abundant as the other two states, it shouldn't affect alchemy. Why is this the case?"