Volume 1, Chapter 55: Never Learning Your Lesson

For Lin Xiu at this moment, the spiritual energy he had just released was merely a fraction of what his body stored.

Yun Feiyang still stood on the battlefield, the Primordial Universe Sword suspended above, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

Caught off guard by Kobe’s chest-to-chest bump, Qin Yan nearly lost his breath, and his reaction naturally slowed by a beat, making him unable to step up to contest Kobe's jump shot.

For instance, the prefix of this weapon shop's name featured two powerful, calligraphed characters for the Gao family. Any martial artist seeing this would immediately deduce that it must be an establishment owned by the Gao family, one of the eight major clans in the city.

"Idiots! Not a single one of my sons is capable!" Li Shimin slammed his teacup heavily onto the coffee table, cursing angrily.

Tongtong possessed astonishing talent in CrossFire. If she maintained her passion for the game, her future achievements in CrossFire might not fall short of his, or could even surpass them.

Although Dong Yueyue and Lin Yating had also successfully ignited their stars, their cultivation time was far too short, and their progress remained quite slow.

In truth, this should be the norm in the shinobi world. Every few years, seeing a few backbone talents emerge like Aoba Yamashiro, Ebisu, or Ibiki Morino was the most natural thing in the world. If individuals like Kakashi Hatake or Sasuke Uchiha popped up every single year, the shinobi world would have plunged into total chaos long ago.

However, if anyone were to assume from this that the men's national basketball team had become a pushover for everyone, they would be gravely mistaken.

Hashirama Senju looked uneasy, Tobirama Senju wore a gloomy expression, while the Fourth Hokage—Minato Namikaze—gazed at Naruto Uzumaki, whose entire body blazed with the golden glow of the Sage Six Paths Mode.

The white-haired old man was also immensely excited, though he was still observing and had yet to voice his opinion or declare what kind of divine treasure would emerge from this stone; he could only steady his spectacles with trembling hands repeatedly.

At this moment, they were about to arrive at the Heavenly Fall Cliff of Diancang Mountain. This place was located to the left of the Hundred Flowers Valley, with the Wilds Forest on the right—the direction Hong Tian and his group had headed toward.

"Whatever you like," Li Changyao indicated that names didn't matter to him as long as he could play the game properly.

Because she simply could not bear the look of her father's ecstatic excitement, especially since he was still holding that hollowed-out golden-leaf undergarment, turning it over and over in his hands with an expression of utterly intoxicating euphoria.

The creaking sound sent goosebumps straight up one's arms. Zhang Yuanyuan involuntarily grabbed Li Bixia's hand, clearly feeling somewhat nervous and frightened.

The wolf-boy distinctly felt that the acupuncture points where the Ghost Doctor had inserted his needles were generating a flow of vital energy. This energy began to surge along the trajectory of the needles, flowing into various meridians throughout his body.

Zhang Daoling, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect—had ascended, and later Ye Xuan would discover the traces left behind by him.

The next day, Yelü Qi, who had been observing the battlefield all along, woke up exceptionally early. When she stepped out of her tent and gazed into the distance at the morning glow, all she saw was billowing smoke and a flurry of flying arrows.

Even though she had already resolved to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with Ye Lin, deep down, boundless anxiety still consumed her.

In their hearts, the five of them cursed Yun Mo to high heaven, yet on the surface, they did not dare to show even a flicker of it.

The Demon Emperor! That same Demon Emperor who had vanished for many years, rumored to have been captured or even killed by the Heavenly Saint Dragon-Subduing Lord.

"This is impossible! How could this boy's physical body be strong to such an extent?" Fan Leshan, amidst his shock, had not yet recovered his wits.

If it were merely ordinary beetles, he wouldn't have been so horrified, but these bugs were clearly corpse-insects that had attained demonic dao.

Relying on Chu Mu alone, it was impossible to gather all the divine medicines; otherwise, he would be making an enemy of everyone. Chu Mu possessed self-awareness and knew he could never be a match for all the hidden figures lurking in the shadows. Boundless greed was nothing more than seeking one's own destruction.

This industry carried extremely high risks and required massive investments. When successful, it brought in boundless wealth; but if nothing came of it, the colossal funds poured into it would vanish like water, leaving one completely ruined.

Possessing the same Profound Realm cultivation, merely one tier lower, Mo Sheng found it increasingly difficult to even protect himself, and his breathing gradually grew erratic.

This kind of might could be called invincible, transcending the realm of what technological power could ever restrain.

The giant golden insect opened its mouth, attempting to spit out Qin Chuan. How could Qin Chuan let it have its way? He clamped down fiercely onto a spot inside its body and refused to let go.

To put it bluntly, it was just like the government collecting taxes—one only needed to sit back and wait for the money to be delivered from below, which was both more stable and more lucrative than regular commerce.

Under such dense and special thunder bombardments, it was equivalent to enduring a heavenly tribulation every single second. Even a powerhouse at the Annihilation Realm might not be able to persist here for long.

Entering Guilin Residence and taking in its novel arrangement, Sister Yuan was already in a bad mood, and now, being lectured by her two sisters, her face instantly flushed crimson. However, having no one to back her up now, and having learned her lesson from the previous incident at the Golden Stone Pavilion, she bit her tongue, clutched her handkerchief, and swallowed her grievances without retorting.

Queue, the young city lord, touched his nose and began to maintain his composure as everyone quietly awaited the arrival of their next opponent.

"Yunfan, did you see the system prompt just now?" At that moment, Lingyue, who had followed closely behind, asked me.

Xier clapped her hands happily. "Yay, yay!" Earlier, when Xier had been curious as to why Chuncao's belly was so big, Chuncao had explained that there were younger brothers and sisters inside.

"But we didn't gain a thing." Elder Luo still felt a sense of unfairness regarding the benefits the Zhao family had reaped.

"Thank you!" Seeing me holding her hand, Lingyue did not refuse either, instead saying with a trembling voice.

"Mu Ai, what is wrong with you?" Huan-Ting gazed at Mu Ai in astonishment, having never seen such an expression of utter despair on Mu Ai's face before.

The MOJIN Captains had never believed in evil deities; only by maintaining such a mindset could one truly achieve success. Although He Juywen also understood a thing or two about such matters, he possessed a talisman once taught by Mu Xichen's grandfather.

The staple food before them was a piece of steak, flanked by some pastries and a vegetable salad. While Chuncao knew how to use knife and fork, Shangguan Yu was somewhat unaccustomed to it. Following Chuncao's movements, she picked up the cutlery, yet somehow couldn't manage to use them smoothly.

"What? You still haven't shaken off his tracking curse?" Hunter Shu glanced around with a worried look.

Han Ziming said each word with deliberate weight, tightening his grip on the gun as if he were about to pull the trigger at any moment.

The nannies indeed possessed extraordinary methods; Bai Ranran failed to hold out even for a single day. That very night, Xibei obtained the ruthless farewell letter written in Bai Ranran's own hand to Chu Jingtian. Early the next morning, holding this letter, Xibei went to find Elder Han.