Volume 1, Chapter 22: Night of Sin

Yet now, Yin Feng is capable of utilizing five attributes simultaneously, which is an immense advantage.

Following the system prompts for a while, vague snatches of conversation drifted from ahead. Ke Qingyun lowered her posture, her eyes scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

Two minutes later, Ke Qingyun found herself back on her bed in the room, with Han Feng and Han Yi standing outside the door, looking completely bewildered.

When she climbed onto the roof, she saw the two of them staring blankly at Tangyuan and that fuzzy green creature.

Teacher Li stood up, walked to the dormitory next to the office, pushed the door open, and recited a list of names. She told the people inside to call those individuals to the office, as the new commander wanted to hold a meeting with them.

Now that she had essentially made the exact same choice once again, it was no wonder the situation felt so familiar, so uncannily reminiscent of the past.

She leaned forward to take a peek and discovered that the spaceship was positioned directly facing the direction of Han Feng; Han Yi was likely looking at Han Feng at that very moment.

"Do not panic! This is the Palace Master's Blood Domain, which targets only those righteous sect disciples," an elder shouted to reassure the crowd, signaling that there was no need for alarm.

Su Cuicui suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for Su Wan'er. How ridiculous—she couldn't even afford next month's rent with the money in her account, so what right did she have to pity Su Wan'er? Su Wan'er's bank balance was a number she couldn't even fathom; there was nothing to pity.

"Are you truly prepared to start a war? Can the Spirit Void Grotto-Heaven where you reside withstand the consequences?" The Heavenly Python God King’s eyes were splitting with rage.

Watching the "Holy Grail" gradually taking shape on the ground, Irisviel stared at it for a long time, subconsciously reaching out her finger, yearning to touch this "Holy Grail."

Fang Tianfeng cast another glance at Anna, only to see her staring at him quietly with wide eyes, a faint smile playing on her face, as if she could never tire of looking at him.

"My lord, that is just a child!" Song Can laughed calmly. "Why must you lower yourself to a child's level?" He stepped back, unhooked the bag from his shoulder, and gave it a gentle shake, producing the clinking sound of coins from within.

"Get me a ticket for the next available passenger ship to Myanmar immediately!" Chen Zaixing ordered in a low voice.

After dealing with Golden Lion Shiki, Li Lin approached Luffy. By this time, Luffy, having realized that Li Lin had no intention of attacking him, immediately reverted to his usual carefree self, chatting away happily.

Rhine himself had not expected that his formal inheritance ritual, combined with Lei's own peculiar condition and the mysterious power contained within the blood of the Ancient Dragon Clan, would catalyze the birth of such a terrifying warrior—a being destined to astonish everyone.

Only Bao Bei, Kilo, and Uncle Ting remained in the office. Everyone else had been left outside.

Bao Bei saw Xu Xinran place her hand behind her back and wave it gently at him, signaling him not to lose his temper.

"This is likely not a lie; the Kingdom's new army is indeed wearing these black uniforms," Song Can mused to himself.

"Stop being jealous. There is nothing going on between her and me." Qin Tang wrapped his arms around Mu Qiu's slender waist and kissed her on the cheek.

The Adventurers' Guild issues batches of quests regularly. Completing these tasks not only provides a substantial income but also helps to elevate the rank of one's adventure team to a certain extent.

"We will have four people fight four matches. If we win three of them, you let us take Qin Yantong. How about that?" the Great Elder asked.

It was another rejection, though Mu Yang’s phrasing was much more tactful, yet equally non-negotiable.

Because of personal reasons, I had to conclude the story. Of course, this is not a "severed" ending; it reached its natural conclusion here. It is not mandatory for the protagonist to write until he becomes an omnipotent deity. Leaving some suspense for everyone is also a narrative technique.

Lin Yuhan tried to say something more, but looking at the principal's cold expression and recalling his words, she had no choice but to leave.

Zhang Zhong subconsciously held the phone far from his ear, only to see a furious Sophie leaning against the car, glaring at him as if she wanted to tear chunks of flesh from his body.

In the morning, Sa Bei went to the mountain behind the academy as usual to practice, but upon arrival, he noticed several students already training. He quickly hid behind a large tree to observe carefully.

Master? It seemed like a rather sinister term, prone to suggestive thoughts. Sa Bei hadn't realized this while he was excited, but now that his spirits were high, hearing the word "master" made him drop his jaw in disbelief.

"Hmph! Du Ming, you have no right to talk to me. Do you think I don't know who you are?" Fang Yuan said coldly.

"Then I shall trouble you, student Zhang Zhong." Mother Ma was, of course, overjoyed, her eyes squinting into thin slits. She felt that knowing Zhang Zhong was like striking gold.

"Vagrants" have existed since ancient times. Whenever natural disasters or wars occur and the imperial court fails to provide timely relief, the common people are forced to abandon their homes and flee into the deep mountains and vast marshes in search of a place to survive.

Old Zhang looked back, watched him go inside, gestured with his hand, and silently mouthed a question to Lin Mu.

Claiming it was inconvenient to see her—did she think she was some big shot? Hao Meng didn't care if she was still sleeping; as long as she was there, that was all that mattered.

Although Zhang Ruofeng could not become a celebrity and his dream of playing football had been shattered, his toughness, his sense of responsibility, and his masculine integrity won him universal acclaim.

"What has happened to the Young Master? Why do the people seem so afraid of us?" Jiang Ren-shu drew his sword to protect Jiang Qi. As the highest-ranking guard present, he felt it was his duty to take responsibility.

From the very first exchange, both sides unleashed dazzling and mystical arts. As it stood, Dao Ji appeared to have gained the upper hand.

The reason the Wolf Cavalry under Murong Chen's command possessed dual talents was, to some extent, a "pseudo-dual talent." The second talent was an enhancement based on the first, or perhaps directly stemmed from it; in essence, it remained an effect of the first talent.

This time, the two men were relatively polite; they didn't make her lie in the trunk but gestured for her to sit in the back seat of the car.

"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, I received news the day before yesterday that my father is critically ill. I am compelled to return home to visit him." Upon hearing the inquiry, Jia Xu immediately looked up and offered an excuse that even the Emperor could not refute, for the Great Han Dynasty was governed by the virtue of filial piety.

The person in the painting burned with fury, and a manic energy spread throughout their body, extending to every limb until their bones popped and cracked.

He looked closely at the content of the invitation. It was simple: on Sunday, there would be a "Martial Arts Symposium" for fellow practitioners in Sheshan, Mingzhu City. The old monk wanted Lin Ye to attend on behalf of the Shaolin Temple.