Volume 1, Chapter 33: What Is He Up To?

Fortunately, his adaptability was strong. Before long, he was reassured by Fan Yanqi’s explanation, though he still maintained that he could not make the decision himself and would have to ask his sister.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw that they were cultivators brought by monks from the Great Buddha Temple, his attitude improved significantly, and his pricing became quite sincere.

The sea clan leaders were furious. Without waiting for Emperor Orman Mela to issue an order, the burly tiger shark man who had previously berated Li Chen stepped forward.

Sento Isuzu was stunned. Unable to come up with a quick explanation, she could only offer this excuse, as if trying to convince herself as well.

Here, Wang Yi perceived a form of energy similar to brilliant sunlight: searing, pure, and masculine.

Lei Rui did not stop there. His arm seemed to merge with the Spear of the War God; after his entire arm disappeared into it, his shoulder, half his torso, and finally his whole body followed, vanishing into the object as if diving into a deep pool.

However, once the actual competition began, Howard, who had been dissatisfied with the team’s performance in the first two games, met his match. Roy Hibbert put up a versatile stat line of 26 points, 8 rebounds, 3 assists, and 4 blocks, shooting 10 of 19 from the field, leaving the Magic in a panic.

The tragedy in Li Village forced Li Chen onto this path of no return; compelled by reality, he had no other choice.

Hearing Wu Bin’s words, Zhang Rui scratched his head, feeling distressed. He had originally intended for Lijie to fill the gaps left by Miaojie’s departure, but too many unexpected incidents had occurred.

His vajra had been snapped in two during a fierce battle with Zhao De at the Lingxi Town graveyard, and he had yet to find an opportunity to repair it, so he used that as a convenient excuse.

“From now on, these three are not only official inner sect disciples but also members of the Discipline Hall. I am placing them under your command; you must train them well,” the Sect Master ordered.

Whether the test is late or early, it must be taken, and the results must be faced eventually. Does delaying the test change the outcome?

What kind of fuss is this? I remember that night when I went to see Ziying and told him to ascend the throne, he agreed readily. Why is there such a delay on the day of his coronation?

His mood had improved significantly; clearly, moping in his room all day would only have carried his poor mindset into the next game.

Sikong Lanruo walked toward Ren Tian, her slender, alluringly curved toe pressing against his chest. Looking at the beautiful and moving Sikong Lanruo, Ren Tian wished this moment could be eternal, allowing him to spend countless lifetimes admiring a sight that would be worth more than any merit he could accumulate over several incarnations.

Zhize said, “When they were snatching your belongings, they didn’t worry about what would happen if you ran into them inside the sect.” Ke Xiwu understood what Zhize meant. This world has always been governed by the law of the jungle. Ke Xiwu hardened his heart; if the seven of them dared to seek revenge after leaving the sect, he would fight them to the end.

And so, the next day, the smug and self-satisfied Liu Zi led about forty men toward the Iron Fortress.

Ren Tian sat on his bed to meditate. Not long after he began, he heard rapid footsteps outside his room. Listening closely, it seemed to be Zhize running toward him.

At first, everyone thought Han Zongzhi and Yu Luocheng were just fooling around and wouldn't actually clash if they met. Such a level-one team fight held no benefit for either side. Who knew that as they circled each other, they would suddenly unleash a barrage of attacks, fighting with unexpected ferocity.

The Narcissus unleashed her divine abilities one after another. The Dragon Lord merely looked on; despite his hostility toward the Toad Immortal, he was too proud to join forces with the Narcissus to gang up on him. Ling Chong was even less willing to intervene. A battle between Pure Yang ancestors was so dangerous that one touch could mean injury or death; he stayed as far away as possible, relying on the Dragon Lord’s aura to simply watch the show.

After everything was prepared, exhaustion washed over Ye Xian. He was utterly drained; carving the magic array had consumed too much of his mental energy.

Afterward, the victorious team members rested, while the defeated ones were called up to be encouraged and rewarded, urged to learn from their mistakes and continue working hard.

Ding Yue, who had just arrived, nodded. He stored his long spear and disc in his storage belt, his gaze falling on Ye Xian.

In an instant, Luohan, Narimu, Chunfeng, and the National Security agents behind them wore expressions of extreme complexity.

Where had Ling Yao gone these past ten years? Lu Fan had always believed she would return to find him.

Zhao Manyan was helpless against this unknown power. As the Titan Giant continued to stomp, the "sinkhole" in the sea deepened, the ocean churning as it poured in, simultaneously battering the golden dome of protection.

The domineering energy ball shot out with a powerful sonic boom. Wherever it passed, space twisted and churned violently, showing signs of tearing apart; the momentum was surging and overwhelming.

When the eyes of the soul-form finally opened, both the soul-form and its physical body had been completely transformed, their features drastically altered.

Ding Hao and his companions would not use their own palms to test it; instead, they brought out a piece of hard, ancient god-demon bone. Even Ding Hao found it difficult to refine such a material.

“I hope Brother Xiao Chen does not mind that the Blood Demon Palace was unable to help this time,” Murong Yuan said with a faint smile.

A few days later, Huo Jidu invited Zhang Ruoxu to watch a play, and Zhang Ruoxu went along. He had no spirit for anything lately and felt sickly. The two went to a private concert hall not open to the public, filled with veteran actors.

Zhan Tian smiled helplessly. To an outsider who didn't understand, these things were purely nonsense, but he knew that some things were determined by fate or destiny—mysterious, intangible, and strange concepts.

Despite being beaten, Cai Wei had to endure it, not daring to fight back. His subordinates watched for a while and wanted to step forward to pull Yang Tianyu away, but Yang Tianyu glared at them, and no one dared to move.

Ning Fan fished a pack of cheap, five-yuan cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and allowed the smoke to completely shroud his face.

I followed behind him, secretly gritting my teeth. He knew full well that I couldn't reveal his schemes to the Great Elders.