25 Difficulty

It was a beautiful, clear day, with ethereal mist swirling in the air. Qingshi, the patriarch of the Snake-man tribe, caught the scent of roasting meat wafting from the meadow. He watched once more as his disciples carved up golden hooks to trade for pills from the scoundrels to aid their cultivation. Steadying his resolve, Qingshi walked directly up to the roasting rack.

"They should be worrying about not getting hurt by other sea creatures themselves!" Hunhun remarked, returning to his usual demeanor.

"The Confucian scholars say, 'Where it is possible to forgive, one should forgive,'" he said, his expression vacant as if he did not quite grasp his own words, before repeating the sentiment.

In the distance, Martin and his two companions, hidden by their ghillie suits and heaps of grass, watched the scene in long, stunned silence.

As we tidied up, we chatted idly. "Who exactly are those other people?" Leisheng asked me. I shrugged, thinking to myself, "Why are you asking me?"

"Forget it. It's better to rid the people of this scourge today; looking at them is just… disgusting." Bai Chen clapped his hands, the sound crisp and sharp. Suddenly, swords manifested in the air. Under the horrified gaze of those men, Bai Chen wore a smile devoid of any warmth.

One had short, black hair; the other, curly brown hair. They walked head to head, always together like inseparable dolls.

Sister Moon reached out to pull a mischievous cloud aside, as it was blocking the lantern of the moon.

"But I think Teacher Xiaoxiao is trustworthy. It would be fine to tell her," Chuangchuang said.

The column of water shifted, forming a demonic claw with sharp talons, as large as a millstone, poised to snatch at Hong Yi.

Liu Liuliu watched Lu Xian approach. He felt as if the entire night sky brightened in tandem with Lu Xian’s steps. A blinding radiance seemed to emanate from him, so intense it was hard to keep one's eyes open. Yet, upon closer inspection, there was clearly nothing there.

In an instant, he broke free from the Five Elements Mountain, transforming into a dense, yellowish haze that descended outside the peaks.

Among the pilgrims, Wang Fan possessed vast supernatural powers, while Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were highly skilled. Yet, burdened with the protection of Tang Seng, a mere mortal, the journey remained incredibly taxing.

Upon hearing Qiu Shiyu’s words, Lin Wanqing nodded, though she only half-understood. She returned to her room to change, and afterward, the two went to the office Xu Zheng had rented to wait.

The exhibition was divided into three main zones: recreational boats, fishing boats, and water sports craft.

Whatever, I’ll put my worries aside for now. A date with a beauty to lift my spirits might be a good choice.

I do not know how much time had passed when Liu Tong woke again to find himself locked in a dark room.

The chore disciple dared not offend Cai Diyang and had no choice but to honestly go and register.

In Baiye Alley, Mi Xi had spent the entire night in terror. Unable to hold on any longer, she lay on the bed fully clothed, caught in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

Since the person had sent these antiques from so far away, it would seem too deliberate to pick out the ordinary ones and refuse to restore them. Moreover, there were not many common pieces; it would just cost him a bit more time and effort.

Zhang Ming and Qian Haoliang felt a surge of curiosity. Restoring a painting core could save time? How?

Tianhui knew the gap between himself and the Exalted Linglong, so he did not attack again. However, his eyes remained fixed on Sun Bing, burning with anger and resentment.

As Chen Rong entered officialdom, his paintings gradually circulated among the literati. He captured the essence of transformation in his dragons; the vague and indescribable aspects were all masterfully rendered, earning him the title "Dragon of Suoweng."

She was, however, a bit curious. In the past, Old Woman Qin would have been sullen and brooding, her anger never dissipating. How could she put on a smile so quickly now?

No one expected that salt would become the hard currency of the Beast City and indeed the entire Beast World. For the Xiulun tribe, who held the secret to salt production, was this a gift from the Beast God, or a hot potato?

Ordinary families could not afford tea; even if they did, they brewed only tea dust, rarely seeing whole tea leaves.

Their gazes were cold and ruthless, seemingly filled with intense killing intent. Faced with sudden outsiders, they appeared to have developed an innate sense of resistance.

Xiang Nan found this meal tasteless. The table was filled with his favorite dishes, yet he had no desire to touch his chopsticks.

Wu Tong’s expression was extremely solemn. Clearly, he had not expected the combat strength of Yang Zhantian’s mere avatar to be so terrifying.

The Demon Capital was too hot. Even sitting in an air-conditioned bus, one still felt stifled.

Because of the prohibition on martial arts, the Valley of the Divine Physician was quite prosperous. It housed many organizations, including commercial entities, families, and agencies for various sects.

Admittedly, according to the judgment of Pian Feng, Zhan Ge, Qiu Daoyan, and others, they no longer had the ability to clear the Four Seasons Valley event.

"Fine," Lumian shrugged, watching the bartender push a pale green drink toward him.

Even so, Ye Hao had to rely on memory-mining capsules to present the authentic world of *Diablo*, which was what he valued most.