Volume 1, Chapter 47: You Are Disturbing the Peace!

The bird's nest was woven entirely from dark green vines, and stepping on it felt as soft and comfortable as walking on a carpet.

"Yes, I have never forgotten you. Every night when I go to sleep, I dream of you!" Xiao Feng also fought back his tears and said repeatedly to Qin Kexin.

This time, Xiang Hao succeeded smoothly, without a single hitch. Within the sword seal realm, he used the power of the Heavenly Dao to manifest a giant Dao flower.

"The current form of you and your child is merely your souls. Once I subdue these two demons, I will send you and your child back to your physical bodies." With that, she instructed the two fox demons, "Enter." Following a beam of light, the two fox demons entered the mirror.

The throat-ailment innkeeper hesitated for a moment. His throat illness needed to be treated, so he turned back to the bed, wrote down his name and profession, and picked it up to take a look. "Hmph!" He handed it over to the medical hall's proprietor with a snort.

He did not know that the wine given by Gu Yuyi was her own home-brewed Bamboo Spirit Wine, which offered immense benefits for spiritual cultivation. It was renowned throughout the entire Heavenly Forging City, and many desired even a single cup in vain.

Xiang Hao flew out from the bottom of the lake at that moment. Gazing at the brilliant light rain in the sky, his expression was somewhat dazed. He knew this must be a world-shaking, legendary figure, yet he did not even know the person's name.

Seeing their commander injured, the loyal guards naturally fought bravely forward to rescue him. In an instant, over a thousand barbarian soldiers and Jiangdong troops clashed fiercely at the Horse Belly Stone Path. Within mere breaths, the place was stained crimson with blood, littered with corpses, resembling a living hell.

The ninth level was brimming with good fortune and permeated with vibrant vitality, and thus it also housed rare spirit beasts and medicinal herbs.

However, Su Rouyan's Seven-Step Lotus-Producing footwork was by no means undeserved. Seeing him approach, she retreated, leading him in endless circles within the span of seven steps.

To prevent his tracks from being exposed, Lingfei suppressed the impulse in his heart and chose not to strike, opting instead to leave the area.

Huyuan Nuanxin directly refused. Mo Liuchi was momentarily stunned; he had not expected her to refuse so bluntly.

The next instant, Third Master Du let out a soft hiss, involuntarily raising a hand to lightly caress his cheek. Feeling the stinging pain beneath his fingertips and smelling the scent of blood lingering at the tip of his nose, his gaze grew even more indifferent. He looked at Madame Wang as if gazing at an ant by the roadside that could be crushed at will.

All around, apart from the whistling wind, there was utter silence. The white snow on the ground was as soft as fine sand, and stepping into it caused one to sink nearly to the knees.

Yumo was exceptionally reliable. Setting off in the early morning, he brought Zhuangzhuang and the wet nurse back by the hour of Shen in the afternoon, perfectly executing the task assigned to him by Cen Erniang.

"It's very simple. I will grant you achievements, help you rise to power, and use public opinion and media to hype you up. How about acting as my official protective umbrella?" Tang铭 flashed a confident smile, leaning lazily against the wall with absolute assurance.

"But this disciple feels that cultivation is like sailing against the current; if you do not advance, you fall back, isn't that so?" Regarding her master's words, Nangong Li did not entirely agree. Time had to be seized—how could there be any reason to rest during cultivation?

Could it be that Du Zhixuan had known all of this long ago? Or even more, perhaps Du Zhixuan had even lurked behind the scenes to fan the flames?

Yet, often, it was precisely for this reason that one sighed at the notion of "too much is as bad as too little." For instance, the universally known struggle for the imperial succession among the nine princes of the Qing Dynasty.

Everyone entered the examination hall with a sense of trepidation. The first five questions on spiritual flora were unexpectedly difficult, and naturally, the examinees anticipated that this sixth test would be far from easy.

"Where is Keth?" Greiff spotted Fede from afar, but not seeing Keth, he quickly ran over and asked.

At that time, he was presiding over a meeting in the conference room, and every shareholder in the room wore a look of utter astonishment—Bi Qianmo was actually smiling?

Afterward, she made up her mind not to speak again, deliberately lowering her head to avoid looking at Bi Qianmo's expression.

"Oh, welcoming newcomers?" Just as she entered the normal university, she saw sunshades set up along the path and welcome banners hanging from the trees, evidently preparations by the university for the new students.

Aside from Jasmine returning at the head of her team, the rebel cadres Octavia and Mary had also arrived at Solitary Tree City.

One of the guards was still hugging the golden shield with lingering reluctance, but after being glared at by Ayana, he immediately put the shield down and let Avi take it away.

Keth smiled and nodded. This was not her achievement alone; Bradley had always respected her, and the responsibilities and pressures on her shoulders were shared collectively by Bradley, Avi, and the others.

Clearly, everyone knew that this general was not someone to be trifled with and dared not take him lightly. No one could guarantee that if the general challenged them, they would emerge victorious. Even the strongest two, Lin Xiaoxian and Lin Wudi, rarely wore expressions of such solemn gravity.

A year later, the flying shuttle finally finished exploring the entire Branson planet and eradicated all demons. The flying shuttle project was an unqualified success, saving the Branson people and destroying the demonic source. From then on, the Branson planet would shake off the shadow of demons and return to freedom and joy.

Liansheng emitted a streak of fiery light, speeding back along the original path. The two others closely followed behind, tightly protected by the Buddha's defilement-clearing light. Countless insects in the tomb tunnel turned into wisps of bluish smoke, yet the golden light gradually dimmed as well, eventually reducing to a mere translucent layer of pale golden radiance.

Following Luo Fan's subsequent words, the entire massive martial arts training ground, housing tens of thousands of disciples, instantly fell into dead silence.

Lu Zifeng had never been a soft-hearted person; cutting weeds by the roots was the only way to prevent future trouble. Once this matter was settled, he would inevitably return to the Tianfeng Continent, and the Divine Wind Hall without Meng Gou would amount to nothing. Under such circumstances, Lu Zifeng would never let Meng Gou go.

As Pang Tao uttered his threat, Duan Chen's continuously shifting body abruptly paused. Then, he suddenly turned his head and, in full view of everyone, flashed a faint smile at Pang Tao.

Jiang Sian's heart stirred as he sensed a cold, malevolent aura. Although it caused him no physical harm, it firmly entrenched itself upon his body and could not be dispelled in the short term.

Though Jochi was not Temüjin's biological son, this act of seizing another man's wife made Temüjin feel that he had a worthy successor, and he held Jochi in extremely high regard.

Countless gas canisters smashed fiercely toward the zombies. After striking several zombies, Yuan Hong's lips curled into a slight smile. Exchanging a knowing grin with Zhou Hemin and other military-veteran companions, a flash of gunplay suddenly flickered in their hands.