Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Koi Scale Makes a Heart Shape to Beg Tuan Tuan for Mercy

Using a pair of chopsticks, pierce the center of each, then pour in the savory broth. Add a seasoning blend made from salt, scallions, ginger, garlic, chili, soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, and cilantro to enhance the flavor.

However, the arrangement and ignition methods of these black powder charges were remarkably sophisticated. Every explosive was tightly sealed, not letting out the slightest scent. This alone was enough to earn one’s respect, not to mention the ingenious technique used to detonate them all simultaneously.

With that, Lin Bafang changed his clothes, slipped quietly out of the tent, and wearing a pair of cloth shoes, he hurried in the direction the Black Dragon had mentioned, guided by the moonlight over the desert. Moving with the agility of a swallow, he vanished from the campsite.

Thus, the divine body was perfected; thus, the Dao was attained. The true essence reached an unfathomable peak of one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred. The bloodline was flawless, without a single defect; the divine body was impeccable and supreme.

Wang Sheng did not know what kind of trouble lay below; he simply chose a spot that looked the deepest. Bang! As he hit the water, the immense impact caused his legs to tremble violently. His body instantly shattered the surface and plunged straight into the depths.

For instance, regarding the power source—in this era, it would certainly be electricity, which meant a power plant would need to be designed.

Wang Sheng understood the old Daoist’s intent. It wasn’t that the old man wanted to covet these two super-grade Soul Spirits, but rather that he feared a repeat of the last incident where Wang Sheng’s continuous infusion of spiritual energy triggered an involuntary absorption of the souls.

Fu Jin looked at Shi Tian, bit her delicate, white teeth slightly, and then, as if out of spite, sat down on her own, keeping a distance of several meters from him before closing her eyes.

However, the void illusion that had once hovered above the secret chamber had vanished, and everything returned to normal.

Hearing those indifferent words, the various heads of the families were suddenly filled with rage, exerting all their strength to profess their loyalty.

A Nanhong disciple charging at the forefront seemed to see a bright future beckoning him. As he was the first to push through a dense thicket, he suddenly saw a smiling face, yet he could no longer smile back, for in front of that smiling face were the two dark, gaping muzzles of a double-barreled shotgun.

"Alright, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I apologize to you both." Xu Shiwan struggled with her thoughts. No matter how she looked at it, she was in the wrong, and she realized she had to apologize regardless of how much she didn't want to. She then lowered her head and spoke to Ding Hanyu.

"Fine sword!" the man exclaimed. The cyan-light sword in his hand continuously churned up a colossal force, lashing out toward the man in the tan clothes. The man in tan dodged the sword with a mere sway, and the short blade flickered left and right, suddenly transforming into ten thousand sword shadows, raining down upon the man’s head like points of starlight.

But seeing the expressions on my mom and dad’s faces—that I shouldn't return unless I got it done—I could only agree with a mournful face, planning to go beg the principal later, hoping to settle it.

I had never visited those temples myself, so for those few years, the people in those professions seemed to have no connection to my life. My uncle said that after running a teahouse for so many years, he had still managed to hear about some talented individuals. Although some have stopped being active now that the country is cleaning up its social climate, these people can still be found.

Yet, every time Zhou Zhong appeared, a demon at the Dao Ancestor level would die without a sound.

The two of them were in the agricultural business and really couldn't stand on the same stage as these true big bosses. Now that they had such a golden opportunity to deal with a prominent family like the Han clan, they were overjoyed. Without a moment's hesitation, they kicked their long-term partner, the Shengshi Group, to the curb.

Hearing this, Old Yu and the others were astonished. If that wasn't James Bond’s true strength, then how powerful could his actual ability be?

"Alright, your friends are waiting for you; you should go catch up," Lin Feng said, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking.

Gu Jiujiu and Xia Yifei had known each other before, but until today, Xia Yifei had always called her by her full name. This sudden change in address made her feel truly unaccustomed to it.

"I’m laughing because you are all about to face your deaths. To tell you the truth, just a moment ago, I called Sister Yan. She should be on her way here by now," I said with a smile.

Afterward, Section Chief Li first dispersed the students who were watching the spectacle in the cafeteria, then walked over to me and, together with Peng Yuxin, helped me up, asking with concern if I was seriously hurt and if I needed to go to the hospital.

I took it and looked; I recognized the place written on it—it was an abandoned brick factory not far from here, where I had once worked.

Qiu Yutao smiled and went straight into the laboratory, with An Ran following closely behind. Xu Wen lagged a step, watching the middle-aged man walk away before entering the lab herself. Based on her intuition, she always felt that the timing of this man's appearance was a bit too coincidental.

Yan You paused in the act of drinking water, realizing only then that she had indeed forgotten about Yi Jin’s matters lately.

"Old man, eat something, or you’ll starve yourself to death before we even do anything, and that wouldn't be any fun," Lin Feng said, tossing him some food with a grin.

As the young master of the Wangjiang Tower, Nan Xin'an had spent these years running around the world, trapped by affairs of the heart. Yet, for a chef, traveling the four corners of the earth is an excellent experience. Every time he returned, Nan Xin'an would invent several new dishes and call Nan Yu to taste them.

A long sword suddenly appeared in Yoshida Takumi’s hand—the Japanese divine treasure, the Kusanagi Sword. He was fully prepared for this battle.

Finished speaking, Qiu'er ignored her messy hair and her dirt-stained clothes. She bid farewell to the mother deer and the squirrels, grabbed a handful of wild fruits, and stuffed them into her bosom. Employing her "Green Jade Shadow-Folding" light-body technique, she sprinted toward the nearby secluded valley in high spirits.

Tang Luo smiled, and with nothing else to do, he told Xuanyuan Tiezhu about all the bad things Hu Nianhua had done.

As the three chatted and laughed, Old Li had already packed twenty roasted chickens, tying them into four bundles with hemp rope. Er Fuzi wrote an IOU and handed it to Old Li, promising that the money would be delivered soon, then took the chickens and, along with San Mazi, went off to look for braised meat and sauce-marinated pork.

Hearing Li Jiu'er’s words, Tang Luo smiled. He had heard these words before... from Yang Xin, and from Du Ruo as well.

Seeing this, Qin Zihao sneered inwardly, thinking to himself that in this world, no matter where you go, the rules are truly the same: the only thing that really holds sway is powerful strength.

Tang Luo studied it for a while longer, then placed the jade pendant back into the drawer, pondering that he might try to have it repaired if he ever got the chance.