Volume 1, Chapter 36: Lu Junshen and Xu Ruoqing Become the Laughingstock of the Evening

Her question was precisely what Li Xun had been eager to know. Yet, before Ming Ji could respond, a young attendant entered carrying a sword, drawing everyone's attention to the blade and its unique, miraculous properties.

Udinese coach Spalletti must have been out of his mind or struck by madness; he actually assigned forty-year-old veteran Sensini to mark Zhang Xiang! Test his strength? Compare speed? In what world could he possibly compete?

Regardless of the differences in their cultivation methods, once a practitioner reaches a certain level of mastery—entering a state akin to the Void Infant stage—they invariably maintain a constant exchange of energy with the external world. Over the years, this leads to a spontaneously generated state of relative equilibrium.

"Enough, old Duan, stop being so sentimental. If you aren't sleepy, we certainly are. If you want someone to chat with, open a private channel and talk to Wang Ping," Taisui grumbled, curling his body into a ball with a distinctly beast-like movement.

Seeing Wu Kai’s comical performance, Wang Xuan punched him, a mixture of tears and laughter in her eyes. "I’m not talking to you anymore!" she teased, preparing to rise and share the good news of his awakening with Chen Ying.

At that moment, he felt nothing but extreme confusion. In truth, he understood Professor Lu’s words, but he needed to hear them explained again. Such matters were simply too profound and arcane.

Following the pillar upward, Han Lai’s eyes widened, and his complexion took on an unsettling hue.

Lord Doro had barely sat down upon returning to the castle when the crowd scrambled forward to greet him—or rather, to flatter him. Do not assume demons are incapable of sycophancy; to human ears, the flattery of a demon has a distinct, peculiar flavor.

It was a fairy tale. Sui Piaoyun’s grief was fleeting, but that did not mean she had lost her common sense. How could a single orchid seedling be so easily planted and brought to maturity?

"Master!" Yi Yun grew tense. Being surrounded by so many powerful figures, even a peak-level Heavenly Spirit Realm expert could not afford to be careless.

Suddenly, a massive explosion erupted from a mine shaft to Yi Feng’s right. Billowing smoke and dust surged from the entrance, and a few seconds later, a disheveled figure crawled out from the debris.

Now that Wei Shengjin was in trouble, he suddenly remembered Brother Xue. Yes, he had to seek Brother Xue’s help and see if he could lend a hand.

Ye Meng laughed as well. The Sun King was indeed a formidable opponent, and his methods could be described as nothing short of heaven-defying.

The number of people in training grounds two and three on the left was roughly the same, about a dozen each. Training ground four had the fewest, fewer than ten.

"That... since you discovered Xiang Yang, why didn't you bring him back from the 'Shade-Covering Tribe'?" Cui Yanfei followed behind Li Zhi, asking in astonishment.

He hoped to use the month-long recovery period granted by the Valley Rules to engage in intensive training, while also honing his flying dagger technique to combat his other target: the Black Bat King.

Some of the onlookers sighed. They recognized the sharp-faced, monkey-like man; he frequently used fake or inferior spiritual herbs to swindle and extort those who had just arrived in North Spirit City.

Beside Fan Jingyu stood a dull-eyed youth whose cultivation aura was at the Great Circle of the Nascent Soul stage. Like Fan Jingyu, he had blue hair, and she stood slightly behind him, appearing to defer to his lead. It was unclear who he was.

The Blood Vulture Guard had barely managed to stand when they felt the world shift. The azure or murky seawater instantly turned pitch-black. Visibility dropped to zero, and even their spiritual perception was suppressed.

The temperature on this mountainside had dipped below freezing, and the verdant scenery had been transformed into a silver world, blanketed by a thin layer of snow.

Wang Enjin’s words had wounded him deeply. He felt as though his two years of devotion had been wasted on an ingrate, leaving him with nothing but a broken heart.

Seeing that the man acted as if he were invisible, Yue Wuxin felt three parts curiosity for every seven parts of suspicion, and immediately began tailing him from a distance of a hundred paces.

It was a testament to Wang Lang’s audacity that, relying on the fact that he had changed into the opponent’s clothes, no one recognized him at a casual glance.

Li Zhentian lunged with his long spear, a ferocious golden light erupting from the tip and striking his opponent directly.

Immediately afterward, Bai Yu landed on the edge of the deep pit, carrying the Hunyuan Heaven-Supporting Pillar. Though his feathers were ruffled and a long, slender wound marred his abdomen, Bai Yu did not seem to care. Instead, his eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.

If one were to calculate based on the Fundamental Law of Labor, the percentage of work performed by humans did not exceed one percent.

Of course, she primarily did not want to cause trouble for Lin Hao. Although her master’s cultivation was heaven-defyingly powerful, he did not concern himself with every little thing.

"The two of you may choose at will; whichever one you pick, you may take," Xu Hongqiu said, gesturing before standing back with hands folded, clearly intending to offer no further explanation.

"Boom!" The entire ground trembled. I quickly stepped back, using my body to steady the nearly off-balance Lan Linfeng, and turned my gaze toward the culprit behind the tremor.

After walking only a few miles, they arrived at a riverside filled with the songs of birds and the scent of flowers. It was the height of spring, with lush grass, soaring orioles, and dancing willow catkins. At this time of year, the area should have been bustling with tourists, but recently, no one dared to approach this stretch of the river.

It was not that she had never seen anything ugly, but this was her first time witnessing something so refreshingly, transcendentally hideous.

Seeing the horses in the market—their coats gleaming and their condition excellent—Yue Fei could not hide his joy and excitement. If these steeds could be brought back to the Great Song to build a proper cavalry, what was there to fear from the Jin army?

After about twenty minutes, the film crew finally finished packing up and set off in a grand procession toward the previously scouted location.

A scream, utterly incongruous with the elegant, unfolding image of the Manjusaka flower in the air, erupted from the heart of the blossom.

Watching the long-lost flames, they rushed forward, eager to warm their frozen, damaged bodies.