Volume 1, Chapter 23: Military Might, One Against a Hundred

"My Lord, I have been here for nine days. I have witnessed and supervised the entire rice harvest process; this is my report. Please have a look." Gu Mo was unusually respectful and polite.

The Marquis of Jiangling had been wealthy for generations, associating only with aristocratic families and refined scholars. Most of the young men she had seen were elegant and refined, like rare flowers and precious herbs, much like Wei Yi.

"It's secured." Mu Yi endured the immense force of the rushing water, driving the final wooden stake directly beneath the waterfall. He wiped his face with his hands to clear away the water; at that moment, he looked like a drowned rat.

Now that he saw Mu Chanjuan was exceptionally beautiful, he naturally began to harbor designs on her. Becoming a brother-in-law to Su Zimo, the very person he idolized, would be a tremendous stroke of fortune.

He roared and struck with his sword again, but the blade was blocked by an invisible force he could not see.

The World-Bewildering Lamp—even he could not reforge it, yet in just a few days, this person had repaired it to such a state. This technique of artifact refining must be a guarded secret of their sect.

"Prepare to be smashed to pieces!" Gong Qiming lunged from behind Jin Tang and Ci Qiming, and as he opened his mouth, a petrifying gale surged forward.

Jun Wuyao felt as if his heart were being crushed, yet he dared not pause his hand for even a fraction of a second.

Lin Yu said indifferently. He no longer felt the slightest jealousy or resentment. Since Mu Yi’s strength now surpassed his own, he would set him as his goal and cultivate diligently until he overtook him.

When these students spoke of the sage Zhu Xi, they were immediately filled with awe and respect, as if regarding him as a heavenly being.

"The Shadow Hall is truly wealthy." That was the thought currently in Lin Zihan’s mind; they were just as rich as the Dihao Corporation.

Once both were in agreement, the group led by Bai Yu was only a mile away from the Great Blue Hole. "The question is simple: why is the sea blue?" Bai Yu felt a bit like laughing, but he held it back. This shouldn't be difficult for Xia Yaorong. And indeed, it was not.

However, the situation was strange; a relative who had left suddenly realized they had forgotten something at the funeral hall and returned to retrieve it, encountering Li Xingli at the crossroads of the cemetery.

A spray of fresh blood erupted, and the axe blade bit into the yellow earth. The blade itself remained unstained by a single drop of blood; the broad axe settled upon the soil, its edge buried deep within the earth.

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Then came Wu Fan and the monk Yichan with their "Yichan Swastika Finger." The power of these two fingers finally penetrated the surface of the Space-Time Beast, causing it to tremble once more. The magical attacks at the level of saints then struck, and the Space-Time Beast shuddered again.

"Master, this is bad!" Just then, Gu Qi ran in hurriedly from outside the courtyard.

"That is my regret as a father, which is why I insist on doing this. I will bring you all back to life again," Luo Shen said.

Grandmother Lu finished speaking without waiting for Tang Wan’s response, but she felt drop after drop of water land on the back of her hand.

Although its form resembled that of a human, it was much taller and stronger. Its aura was so vigorous that its pulse created ripples in the surrounding air.

Because his hand was injured and he couldn't drive, and since Cuicui and the others didn't know how, Jiang Xiubai had to do the driving.

When the surrounding turbulence dissipated, everyone saw that An Linglong had been forced back.

After Yang Jie finished speaking, he resumed his nonchalant expression, as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Tang Wan first set up a screen, then prepared a dozen chairs, asking all the students to sit in place and watch how to pitch a tent.

"If Lu Fan can knead big breasts, so can I." Hong Zhenyu drooled, reaching out toward Shen Feixue’s bosom.

Outside the window, the accumulated snow was gradually melting. The mid-winter trees were sparse, with a few leaves hanging on, dusted with snow and swaying precariously in the wind.

Wait, an inheritance? Given the current situation, it seemed the Animusphere family was no longer stable; a powerful competitor had emerged.

The courtyard gate was kicked open violently, sending wood splinters flying, and a tall, imposing figure in golden armor strode in.

Xia Zhu had even less affection for the Four-Eyed Daoist Priest and naturally did not want to pay him any mind. After snorting at him coldly, he walked straight outside.

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Now that the video had been reposted by the fans following him, other fans of the group saw it as well, and they swarmed over all at once.

The Forest of Immortal Execution lived up to its name; it could execute even immortals, let alone ordinary cultivators like them.

Lu Yize set down his teacup nonchalantly, sitting with his long legs crossed, his head tilted slightly back as he spoke.

After hearing the words of Prime Minister Lu, Fan Biyi didn't wait for the Saintly Venerable Yuanliu and the others to respond before she began to retort.

Although the man in the black robe appeared to be at the God-Venerable Realm, Liu Wuxie, through his powerful spiritual sense, perceived that the opponent was actually a God-King.

The two had just arrived at the military drill grounds of the base camp when a giant dragon descended from the sky. The dragon first surrounded them with its massive body before speaking slowly.

Although Xia Zhu had long known how things would develop, he said nothing. He knew these were not the things he cared about; what he cared about was the state of this world.

She couldn't finish her sentence, because she realized everyone was looking at her as if she were an idiot.

"Understood!" The two burly men didn't allow Ghost Hand to speak; one covered his mouth while the other grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of the private room like a dead dog.

Old Qing’s sudden voice echoed in Xue Hao’s mind, giving him a start. Just as Xue Hao was about to respond, a tiger’s roar resounded. Xue Hao felt a foul wind blow, and then he saw a giant tiger biting toward him, like a fierce beast descending from the mountain, its eyes glinting with bloodlust as if it saw Xue Hao as a meal.

Xue Hao leaped back and forth, not daring to touch the branches, which whipped toward him with a scorching heat.

"The weapons were confiscated before entering the castle, and the combat suits too," Yonji said with a smile, showing no signs of nervousness or fear for his life.