Volume 1, Chapter 40: The Lure

Yet, appearing here now, safe and sound, was tantamount to revealing himself as the elderly cultivator who had once blackmailed him. Ever since then, Zhang Zhipei had held no positive expectations for a reunion with Wu Yong; it would be a blessing if they didn't end up in a complete falling out.

I nodded, cast a glance back at the Demon Shadows, and strode forward.

Fu Hongxue lowered his head, staring at the blade in his hand with a strange expression in his eyes. He finally understood what Ye Kai had meant.

She moved the peony to the courtyard, trying several spots before settling on a dilapidated table. Only when she placed the pot there was she finally satisfied.

"It’s truly remarkable. We haven't even fully understood our own Earth, yet they’ve already begun developing Mars," Atsuko said, her face filled with admiration.

With his abilities restricted, Yapool could only rely on the armor he had constructed to escape. He felt fortunate to have left such a suit inside the body of the Mebius Killer. With this high-tech armor, Yapool managed to flee the explosion zone in time, shielding himself from some of the shrapnel generated by the Mebius Killer's destruction.

"How could that be? Perhaps you simply forgot the past when you recovered from your gemstone state. It doesn't matter; we can take it slowly." Driven by intense yearning, Lin Chong found a justification for himself.

She wore a thin, light robe. When the wind blew, a man’s heart might stop. Her wrists were graceful, her fingers long and delicate, and she was tightly clutching a man’s hand.

Most of the famous generals of Liangzhou before Dong Zhuo had verified this fact: although the human potential was excellent—providing the finest troops in the Central Plains—without resources, having horses alone was not enough to develop a powerful cavalry. It was often better to focus on infantry instead.

A-Jin answered and drifted away, disappearing once more outside the grotto’s entrance. Watching A-Jin’s departing figure, A-Huang could only shake his head, return to the center of the domain space, and continue sitting in a daze on the large straw mat.

Bai Ran’s voice boomed like rolling thunder. Aided by the power of Dao energy, he seized the cat-faced old woman’s hand and hurled her into the alley.

However, he had never wanted to take this concubine. But since it was an imperial decree, no one knew what the Emperor’s true intentions were. The court officials and the other princes were all waiting for chaos to erupt, while in the palace, the Empress Dowager waited to watch the fire from across the river.

Seeing the smile on her face, he felt a genuine sense of dread. That smile was truly lewd, and he found himself conflicted.

Song Ruyu sighed again, turned over to face the door, and began to let his mind wander—pondering his future, his means of survival, and such.

After saying this, Zhao Zhao swept his sleeves and left, leaving Yang Jian to ponder his words. Aside from his master, Zhi Xian, this was the second person to claim he would rule the world. Could it really be true?

Yuan Ling picked up the long spear and examined it closely. A sharp pain suddenly pierced his mind, and a vast amount of unfamiliar information flooded in.

Even if he knew she was Su Nuannuan, what of it? She could not stay by his side for long; it was better to remain indifferent, as she was doing now.

Lin Yu had not expected the other party to be so reasonable. He was, after all, a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, yet he was so courteous to him. It seemed that what the man sought was of great importance; otherwise, why would a Nascent Soul "old monster" lower himself to accommodate him?

"No! No matter how powerful he is, I will risk my life to capture him today!" Li Yunfei declared.

One could call Xiao Qiang pathetic. When she had thrown herself at him, he rejected her and hurt her. Now, thinking of her in another man’s arms, pregnant with another man’s child, he was filled with rage and even murderous intent. If that wasn't pathetic, what was?

"Generally, murder is committed out of resentment—crimes of passion, vengeance, or greed. Of course, there are also crimes of lust. Which category does the victim fall into?" If it were lust, why go to the trouble of scarring her face afterward? She felt that something was not right.

Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged glances, silently pondering the old woman’s meaning and what kind of answer she expected, causing them to hesitate.

The higher a cultivator’s cultivation, the greater their appetite, as the process consumes a vast amount of energy. The best way to replenish this is through eating, with meat being the preferred choice. It is quite normal for a cultivator at the Iron Wall stage to devour a two-to-three-hundred-pound cow in a single meal.

It wasn't impossible to find bullets capable of piercing such stone and still having enough kinetic energy to kill, but they would have to be depleted-uranium armor-piercing rounds, fired from a heavy-duty sniper rifle at a sufficiently long range.

Only then did Song Ruyu notice that she was actually quite a beauty. Although she didn't dress up, her refined and elegant features could not be hidden, and she looked quite fresh and pleasing.

Just as Ningning was about to stand up to serve the porridge, Tang Ning'an rose, took the large ladle from her hand, and served a bowl for her, then one for Tang Ningjing. Finally, she served herself a large bowl, abusing her position for personal gain.

Zhou Pan and Bai Xin, however, wore expressions of disdain; such fear was nothing more than an appetizer for the two of them.