Chapter 50 Meow

Every organization was the same, permeated with tension everywhere. The exit to the demon realm was heavily fortified, with over two thousand aerial combat experts deployed by the Empire and various sects.

Entering Kimimaro’s bedroom, unlike with Naruto, the moment Yi’er stepped inside, the alert Kimimaro immediately noticed her presence.

This was the owner of the mausoleum—a great demon who had slumbered for over ten thousand years, a creature bearing the bloodline of the Dragon Sparrow.

A very simple request: find an opportunity to hand over the film to the embassy staff and mention his name.

Chang Le pressed her tongue lightly against the roof of her mouth, clearing all distractions as she began to inhale. At the same time, her entire body slowly rotated from right to left and downward. When her right shoulder was about to meet her left fist, she shifted into a prone position, then abruptly twisted her body upward to the right, returning to a side-lying posture, while simultaneously forcefully exhaling through her nose.

Su Zhenbang’s pupils contracted. His imposing visage softened, a rare gentleness flickering in his eyes—a gentleness that Su Xie had only witnessed in his early childhood.

“That fool actually tried to run away,” Jiuge said with a hint of disbelief. After a pause, he expelled a burst of white energy, vibrant with life, utterly captivating.

Now that he was returning to Konoha, it was inevitable that troublemakers would attempt to stir up chaos. This time, his goal was to send a warning shot, shaking the foundations to make those with rebellious hearts behave.

It seemed that the Rinnegan could not be used recklessly during this period! However, from his recent observations, he had come to understand one thing.

In the vast, boundless primordial jungle, wild grasses grew thickly, ancient twisted trees towered skyward, and the scent of exotic flowers permeated the entire forest.

“Ling’er, I’ve considered what you said. Your parents’ company’s debts were all owed to Australian enterprises back then. Now that we’re here in the country, and since we won’t disclose your parents’ details publicly, it should be fine,” Fei Tianming quickly replied.

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Upon realizing this, he immediately put away the letter and, following its instructions, destroyed all traces he had left at Prince Ning’s mansion.

“What? Insomnia Madam?” Xie Qiao was utterly baffled. What a bizarre name! Insomnia as a name was strange enough, but to use it as one’s own name? Strange things happen every year, but this year especially so.

Lian Fengmu nodded blankly, then stepped toward the door. When she reached the entrance, she mustered her courage to glance at the man and immediately widened her eyes—wasn’t this His Highness Prince Chen?

Though puzzled, Yun Feng could still sense that this Irene seemed to be no ordinary person.

“How long does your Southern People's Government plan to build the railway, and how much loan do you need?” asked the German envoy, Hahhausen.

She wouldn’t overthink it, would she? Seeing Peng Mo’s clear, pure black eyes cloud with confusion and darkness, he immediately regretted arranging to meet Qi Yu and even more so letting Qi Yu appear before Peng Mo.

“I don’t think there will be major changes. The designs of the warships we intend to order are very tempting to them. How could a cat that smells blood give up?” Chen Ning responded.

To the left was a sliding screen door, opened to reveal a living chamber furnished with a low table and wooden cabinets. The floor was covered with a layer of fur, the origin of which was unknown.

“Not good!” the chubby black-haired youth cried out in alarm. At this moment, he and his companion Fire Wolf were clearly the core and soul of the formation, so how could they be unaware of the giant wolf’s predicament?

Everyone surged into the city. In the once-empty central square now stood ten wide arena platforms, each inscribed with numbers one through ten in ancient script, revealing these as the venues for martial contests.

“That’s right, the king’s weapon,” said the man in the black robe. As his cloak fluttered, a cold breeze swept through, chilling the heart.

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Bei Mingzi shook his head, casting aside the faint melancholy of time. With a sudden deep inhale, the metallic, solid chaos box transformed into a wisp of smoke, which then completely drifted into Bei Mingzi’s mind.

By the same principle, the “Transcendence Stage” is the most critical phase in the cultivation journey. This process demands stability. A well-established foundation naturally ensures easier and more fruitful training in the future.

Fortunately, at this moment, the chaotic flow of primal energy inside the volcanic crater showed signs of weakening. The golden dragon vein energy below grew increasingly clear.

Five days later, the “Antiparticle” project was officially halted. The reason was simple: not only was it impossible to create something that could dissolve death mist particles, but scientists had not even deciphered the physical and chemical properties of these particles. In fact, Earth’s current technological framework could not describe them.

Although Pan Xiaoyun claimed to have resolved her inner conflicts and held no regrets, Shao Heng, in his current state, was still unable to perceive the mysteries of life and death. Death remained a profoundly painful reality to him.

The exchange rates between soul stones were as follows: for upper, middle, and lower grades, the ratios were five to five to four. In other words, one lower-grade Thousand Fire Soul Stone could be exchanged for five upper-grade Ten Fire Soul Stones, which could be exchanged for twenty-five middle-grade Ten Fire Soul Stones, and one hundred lower-grade Ten Fire Soul Stones.

Before confronting Bai “Yu” Xian “Jiao,” Xu Qi had already formed some suspicions, knowing the news had leaked from the Dragon Submersion Sect. Yet, the true purpose behind it remained unclear to him.

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