Chapter 64: Giving a Choice

Not only could this wood perfectly substitute for one of the materials used in the earrings, but it also possessed the remarkable property of subduing the soul and directly stabilizing a cultivator's spiritual consciousness.

During her next venture into the instance dungeon, she planned to test whether the earrings crafted from this material would show an enhanced effect against arcane spirits.

Right now, the wooden box contained the new series of ear ornaments she had crafted this week.

There were dangling earrings, hoops, studs, and ear-cuff chains, each ingeniously designed, with every single piece finely adjusted in terms of spiritual energy circuits and proportional form.

Huali was startled. She hadn't paid much attention to this man while she was downstairs—how was he connected to her boss?

Liu Jing had mastered hidden energy much longer than Qin Fan, but her talent was limited; she had only cultivated hidden energy to her hands and feet, and she could release it but not retract it. If the current Qin Fan were to step into the fighting ring with Liu Jing, he would have a seventy percent certainty of killing her in a life-or-death battle.

Illuminating further ahead with the flashlight and following this tunnel forward, an increasing amount of this green, viscous liquid appeared on the ground.

The emperor of the Wind Carving Dynasty gave a cold laugh and spoke: "Your strength is too weak; you are no match for me at all."

A single Lion's Roar, or a mental energy attack, was enough to send rows of people crashing to the ground, incapacitated.

"Why... why do you oppose me at every turn!" Hou Liang was consumed by extreme displeasure and stifled rage.

Although the volley fire of the four hundred soldiers yielded impressive results, it was entirely insufficient to halt the charge of these twenty thousand soldiers. Moreover, due to the enemy archers firing from below, over a hundred men had already died atop the city walls.

Although Qin Fan's hidden energy had not yet reached the realm of free-willed deployment and retraction, dealing with these ordinary students posed no problem at all. The moment they touched him, he could strip them of their balance and then use their own momentum to send them all flying with a shockwave.

Upon seeing his own appearance, Lin Chen finally understood what had prompted their earlier gazes.

Scarcely had the voice fallen when Zhao Shiling had already mounted the ice sniper rifle by the window. At the command, Zhao Shiling squeezed the trigger. There was the sharp metallic snap of the firing pin striking the chamber, followed immediately by a blue bullet wreathed in chilling aura bursting from the muzzle. It struck the head of the werewolf dead center, entering from the left and exiting through the right.

Zhao Xu truly found it difficult to explain the current situation, and his usual eloquence failed him utterly.

"You wake up just to see yourself die a miserable death in a foreign land?" Bai Zihua's tone was somewhat cold. He cast a disdainful glance at Ye Xingtian and removed the sunglasses from his face.

"Zuoyan." Ye Kaicheng still wanted to persuade Xu Zuoyan, but was interrupted by a sudden movement from the latter.

Yet later on, as no news of the Celestial and Terrestrial realms could be found, nor even the slightest clue, the First Emperor eventually came to regard this claim as mere legend and myth.

With a dull thud, Lei Xiaotian brought his raised right foot down fiercely, kicking squarely onto the head that had missed biting him and was now rising back up. The head slammed into the ground, and the man rolled his eyes and fainted once more.

Immediately, an enchanting face was revealed. A beauty mark beneath the corner of his eye added a charming and coquettish air. As the slightly upturned outer corners of his eyes swept toward Ye Xingtian, even Ye Xingtian, who had lived alongside him for decades, could not suppress a fluttering heart.

Once the skinny monkey came to a steady stop, he wrapped a rope around the old centipede a few times and then tossed the other end toward us.

The tradition formed during the Song Dynasty that "scholar-officials shall not be put to death" was driven by far more than mere benevolence on the part of the Zhao family.

By the Hour of Shen, the masters, mistresses, and servants of the various households in the Fan estate boarded their respective large carriages. Escorted all the way by the Duke's elite personal guards, they proceeded in a grand procession to the lantern-viewing tower erected along the banks of the Flowing Cloud River.

"There are still guests at Grandmother's place, so I won't accompany you. Tomorrow, after the formal greetings, we will have plenty of time to be together." Lu Rusue gave Caiyue a few more instructions, ordered someone to send a message to her second cousin, and only then returned to her grandmother's courtyard.

Amidst the starry expanse of the Doutian Divine Realm, Jiang Nan and the Doutian Divine Venerate simultaneously halted their steps and looked ahead. This realm appeared no different from ordinary times, yet both of them sensed something amiss.