Chapter 44

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On the evening of May 15th, a little past ten o'clock, Lan Rui, who was in the laboratory, suddenly received a call from Wang Han. The moment she saw Wang Han's name on the screen, a flutter of panic stirred in her heart.
It seemed this was for the ointment for the wound on her neck. How typical of him. He wouldn't give it to her last night when she asked, choosing instead to play these mysterious games. Clearly unable to harden his heart, he nonetheless always put on that icy, thousand-year-old expression, keeping everyone at arm's length.
Chen Dazhi rolled up Father Chen's trouser legs, explaining that while walking earlier, Father Chen had seemed to limp slightly, which he had initially blamed on the recent brawl.
The Zhao family name held considerable prestige in the Great Jin Kingdom. As for how Guo Jia came to know of the Zhao family of the Great Jin, he undoubtedly possessed extraordinary means, otherwise how could he live up to his reputation as a demonic strategist?
Therefore, breaking through to the second stage of the Creation Heavenly Art was an immensely difficult task even for Hao Qingxuan, an immortal, let alone attempting to help someone else achieve it.
If Ling Yun had perished and his soul scattered, the Blood Buddha Avatar of Tathagata should have collapsed as well. Yet not only did the avatar remain intact, but it even raised its palm and struck down at the disciples of the Purple Gold Buddhist Sect.
"So that's how it is. And yet you keep your door locked, refusing to let anyone in!" Mian Tao softly remarked.
This time, Lan Rui had made up her mind to demand a clear and definitive explanation from Ling Feng about what exactly was going on between them.
"Young Master, what do you think?" Among the human race, Luo Sha and Leiqiu had always addressed He Yu as Young Master. Over time, it had grown into a habit, or rather, an attitude, and He Yu had long since grown accustomed to it.
Beneath the stone bridge lay a bottomless abyss, from which bizarre, shrill demonic wails echoed from time to time, making one's blood run cold.
So she actually had an elder brother. I must get to know him. We're family after all, or at least we will be a few thousand years down the line.
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"Yin Ruojun, I really just went out to make a phone call. I never went to the school restroom! Besides, why would I want to frame you? I was the one who won the dice game just now—what possible benefit would I get from targeting you?" Yu Ke explained with a helpless expression.
In fact, if one were to summarize Polang fairly, he was a fine strategist rather than a politician.
Su Ruotong left her door unlocked during the day. Inside the room, she was reading a note given to her by Tao Xian, while Tao Xian sat nearby with a sour look on his face, the atmosphere between them somewhat stiff.
Still, Fourteen held me for quite a bit longer. He would hold me the entire night, hehe.
I wondered what kind of scene would unfold if this strange bird were pushed into the river, though figuring out how to actually push it down presented a serious problem.
Liu Ye, having never expected the masked man to turn around at his shout, felt a surge of hope. While nodding vigorously, he pointed with his finger at the hand the masked man had placed over his mouth.
Nearby, Zhang Xinyu and Da Zhong wore expressions of extreme dismay. Da Zhong, in particular, had initially refused to believe it, but after a short while, he was forced to accept the reality.
I quietly observed these people. They were a motley crew, and it was impossible to tell what they did for a living. I guessed, however, that they must all be insiders in the metaphysical world, since nowadays such practitioners cannot be identified merely by appearance.
Eer thought to herself: given Su Le's character, how could he possibly join a club so casually?
"The good show is only just beginning!" As the race reached its white-hot climax and entered the second lap, a sudden and dramatic twist occurred.
Just as Mo Wenjian was meticulously studying the research findings regarding heroic spirits, Water Mirror Mister quietly materialized.
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Mashiro’s expression, previously stern, suddenly shifted into one of sudden realization. Almost simultaneously, Ryusei noticed it as well. What his aunt had mentioned just moments ago—"more real than the real thing"—wasn't that almost identical to what Mashiro had once said to Ryusei?
Before long, a golden light flashed across the main gate of the grand hall, and an elderly man with silver robes, stark white hair and beard, and a lean face appeared.
"They have actually already awakened, but the energy within their bodies has not yet recovered to its peak, so naturally they won't show themselves casually. However, I can already sense several extraordinary auras. As far as you're concerned right now, they shouldn't pose any problem." The Earth Consciousness was well aware of Zhang Shaofei's growth and felt deeply gratified.
"No, the Forest Emperor's physical body is simply too powerful. Attacks like this won't be effective!" Zhu Long roared as he fought.
Despite the massive consumption required by the Fire Sparrow Technique, Qin Yuan had refined his foundation through pills such as Tiger Bone Pills and Bone-Forging Pills after his rebirth, and had further absorbed a millennium-old snow lotus, making his foundation incomparably solid. Moreover, he had twice experienced the baptism of the Nine-Sound Dao Chant, meaning the sheer quantity of true qi within his body, let alone its quality, was several times that of an ordinary cultivator.
"Impossible! No one can find this place. No one on Earth has that capability," Morgana shouted, her face filled with disdain. Yet at that exact moment, the sneer on her face froze, and her gaze toward Nightmare turned icy cold. "Did you leak the location of this place?" Morgana demanded.
Regardless, he had once possessed the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi Refining, and his bones and muscles, tempered over many years, were bound to be far tougher than those of most people present.
I carried the Zhenwu Sword on my back—a sword I had carried for over two years and used for practicing swordsmanship for nearly a year. Though I could not yet achieve complete spiritual communion with it, I had grown thoroughly accustomed to it and wielded it with great familiarity.
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