Volume One, Chapter 163: The Giant Tiger

A violent gust of wind struck without warning, exploding abruptly right in front of the right side of Chu Jiaojiao's truck. The force of the explosion nearly flipped the vehicle over, but fortunately, Chu Jiaojiao reacted with lightning speed and jerked the steering wheel back. The students in the truck bed were shoved and jostled back and forth by the violent side-to-side swinging, all of them experiencing an unbelted version of a roller coaster.

Du Cheng, driving behind, narrowly avoided the large crater caused by the explosion, skimming right past its edge.

The elderly professor riding the dirt bike showed extraordinary agility, passing safely through the billowing smoke and explosive shockwaves.

A giant lizard that had landed atop a building ahead and to the right of the convoy now closed its gaping, bloodthirsty maw, its rugged neck once again...

"Alright, you go down and rest first. Five days—in five days, I will get you twenty thousand shi of grain," Shen Wei said with considerable decisiveness.

Long Qingping gazed blankly at Chen Ao, at a loss for words for a moment, as if meeting him for the very first time.

According to the records in the Ksitigarbha Sutra, the destiny soul is the foundation of the seven secondary souls, while the secondary souls are the branches and leaves of the destiny soul. The secondary souls cannot exist without the destiny soul, and the destiny soul cannot flourish without the secondary souls.

Strictly speaking, successfully overcoming the inner demon tribulation has little to do with external forces; it depends entirely on Lin Yan's own original heart.

Hearing this, Zhang Dongsheng suddenly felt a surge of grief. He turned around, knelt, and heavily kowtowed three times before wiping away his tears and leaving.

The succubus nodded gently, raised her head and closed her eyes, directly transforming into a sphere emitting a soft pink glow that drifted slowly toward Wu Wei. Wu Wei immediately received a system notification.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wei could no longer restrain herself and burst out laughing. To cover it up, she had to cough frantically.

"Young Master, the time is getting late. Let's hurry over; the Empress is still waiting," Liu Kang reminded him, noticing Zhang You lost in thought.

As for Yan Qingcheng, who possessed the highest cultivation level among them, she smiled slightly, curved her slender fingers, and gave a gentle flick.

"Alright." Gu Yixuan finally withdrew his hand, removing his fingers from the spaces between their brows, and spoke softly.

Old Ala pulled a hatchet from his waist, placed it on the table, and nodded toward Shopkeeper Hu.

Lu Bu looked up at the towering Mei Fortress, clicking his tongue in wonder. When he first arrived in this world, the very first moment he opened his eyes was right here in Mei Fortress! Back then, Dong Zhuo had just died, and Lu Bu's predecessor was commanding troops to capture Mei Fortress in search of his Diaochan.

Lin Xuan did not consider himself a good person; to a certain extent, he was practically ruthless and unreasonable. Mo Liuli, however, was different—she was someone who wanted nothing more than to see the world plunged into chaos.

What was most terrifying was that he associated this with his own system. Could it be that this was the natural direction of future development, and the system had simply pushed it to the ultimate extreme?

Fortunately, Task Three had no time limit and wasn't particularly difficult; it only required him to slay any chief deity from any pantheon—such as Odin, the Three Pure Ones, God, Amaterasu, or Indra.

Under this stern shout, the panic at the city gate finally settled. Xiahou Dun unfolded the confidential letter, scanned it hastily, and immediately had it delivered to Xun Yu.

Yun Qiange raised her hand in a feigned gesture to straighten her sleeve, exposing her snow-white wrist. The transparent, emerald-green bracelet emitted a faint shimmer in the sunlight.

"Is that so?" Ji Herao asked in surprise. The Tianmo Sect was the foremost sect of the current era, and whatever ranked third was likely a master of martial arts. He hadn't realized that Leng Qing'ai possessed such skills at such a young age; if she could be kept for his own use, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Don't worry, even if I have to risk my life, this old woman will send you all out!" The old woman suddenly uttered these resolute words.

Recently, everything had been going against her wishes, and Lady Song once again recalled the matter of burning incense that she had previously discussed with Mammy Gui.

"Darling, I miss you, I miss you every single moment!" Zang Shiming held Ying'er tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck, and kept repeating the same phrase.

By then, Yuan Niang would have been plagued by a severe illness for a long time, and if she died then, it would seem reasonable and be easy to gloss over.

Seeing this, several figures in brown robes reached into their bosoms and hurled several black iron balls toward the sponge.