Chapter 52

The group was momentarily stunned, as they hadn't considered this at all. They had simply come to find Lin Fan. Now that he was found, returning immediately seemed a bit too boring.

Word had it that the people of the ancient kingdom of Ansai had already vanished. As for how many descendants remained and where they were, their tracks were impossible to trace across the boundless world.

The old man was overjoyed. Taking along the youth transformed from his mount, the Nine-Headed Yuansheng, he opened the stone tablet inside the Daoist temple's main hall.

Zhang Hao also showed it to Sister Qinqin. Her reaction was no different from Lin Yilong and the others; after a round of gasps, she pulled him into her arms and showered him with praises.

In the vast capital, they did not believe anyone would dare to act overtly hostile toward them, which was why Master Shang had taken the child out without the slightest precaution.

"Indeed, this is a grave issue. If it cannot be resolved, the villagers will go hungry." Confucius sighed, murmuring to himself.

They entered one by one, posted a bullet comment, and then, while watching the people inside the video, posted another bullet comment.

If these medicinal items in the spatial dimension could be used, she would be able to sell herbs for money in the future. Alternatively, she would also save on the cost of getting medicine for Xu Junhao. She couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation, hoping that the items within the space would prove usable.

"Heavy armor and shields..." Mars's daggers flickered rapidly. Adopting a life-for-a-life tactic, he attempted to strike the charging warriors, but astonishment gripped him when he laid eyes on the man-height shields.

Since he had decided to kill, Mo Yu naturally held nothing back, unleashing the Adverse Wind Sword Technique as he pursued and attacked Cai Mingjun.

"Sen, Xiangdu Operation has been initiated. Since our heavy reinforcements have arrived, let's also pick the right moment to capture Yuan Meng's position!" Nie Xieding surveyed the newly arrived Dark-Armored Heavy Troops.

"Just spend your time coasting along within the defense line for now. Pay closer attention and don't be too arrogant. When it's not the time to show your face, keep your head down to avoid getting killed by the newly arrived Immortal Emperors the moment you stick it out," the Vermilion Sparrow Demon Emperor cautioned.

You surnamed Liu, you have miscalculated. Although there is a gap between our status and power, if you dare force me to bow my head right now, I dare to blow this matter wide open. Anyway, a barefoot man isn't afraid of someone wearing shoes.

The Dragon race constitutes an independent dimensional space; one must first step out of the Dragon territory before being able to travel elsewhere.

It wasn't until morning that Yang Jinying was shivering from holding her urine, her mind befuddled. Her frantic cries for Anhui became strained until the neighbor, Auntie Ma, heard the unusual voice. After knocking on the door for a long time, she finally managed to get it opened.

"After the energy burst, although mechanical and electrical appliances can no longer be used, human physical fitness has simultaneously undergone an unprecedented enhancement."

"No..." The scar-faced man began to stammer. He knew that Lin Wanyue's methods were always ruthless; once this matter came to light, Lin Wanyue would surely use the most agonizing tortures to punish them.

It had already confirmed that Zhou Ye's age was indeed, as guessed, under two years, while his cultivation realm had reached the late stage of the Immortal Realm.

Although he was a top-tier demon king of the Wood Realm, his cultivation was two tiers lower than that scoundrel, the Stag Demon King, so winning in a direct fight was definitely out of the question.

The black-robed old man laughed heartily, then placed his palm against his chest and exerted a slight force. Instantly, a flesh-colored token peeled away and fell off.

Chen Cheng's bone spear heavily struck the giant turtle's back. Although the bone spear possessed formidable offensive power, facing that ultra-defensive turtle shell, it failed to penetrate even an inch, leaving only a white mark upon its shell.

Therefore, after fleeing far away from the Immortal Realm, for the cultivators born thereafter, their path of cultivation effectively hit a dead end upon reaching the Void Return realm. As for those who had previously attained the Celestial Immortal realm, lacking the Immortal Transformation Pool, they could never truly become disaster-free and tribulation-free True Immortals.

"Old friend, is that you?" In the distance, the blood-drenched Jiang Wucun looked at the suspended blood coffin and asked aloud, grasping a sword in one hand as he staggered forward toward the blood coffin.

Sitting up from the grass, Mukeer rubbed her head. Suddenly, a pair of black leather shoes appeared before her eyes. Tracing up from the shoes revealed a pair of slender legs, and looking further up, she saw a face Mukeer never wished to see again.

This was entirely normal, because a two-person tribulation—a full twentyfold thunder tribulation—possessed precisely such exaggerated might. Anyone, as long as they remained in the Earth Immortal realm, would find it impossible to ignore.

Cang Qingqing, how are you not selfish as well? So selfish that you wished to step into his heart, luring him into your trap and making him fall in love with you.

Once the entire sword blade was inserted, Liu Yi gave the hilt a twist. Space violently quivered, and a strong beam of light burst straight up from the tomb into the firmament, meeting that giant palm head-on.

It seemed impossible to extract any information from this skeleton. Just as Liu Yi intended to leave, the skeleton grasped his hand and dragged him toward the edge of this black terrain.

Xing Mu looked at her. Her eyes were brimming with tears, full of heartache and anger—all on his account.

"Netherworld Soul Devouring!" You Huo swung his single saber, and a ghostly skull burst forth from the blade with a cackle, sweeping forward with the momentum to swallow the heavens and earth.

Speaking of which, factional struggles within the Nine Yang Sect were actually quite similar, except they hadn't escalated to the point of drawing swords like the Hawk Department.

Old Master Su, in particular, firmly believed in the philosophy that having one more friend meant having one fewer enemy, and thus his house was always filled with esteemed friends and joyous gatherings.

"Hmph, you'd better not go looking for Su Meng; consider that my thanks to you." Han Chunming still felt a lingering resentment.

The Qiushui blade struck swiftly. Seeing this, Su Qi set the soles of his windswept feet in motion as the black and white mandarin ducks appeared once more, his speed surging dramatically in an attempt to shake off Chen Yuyan's pursuit.

"Alright, let's head over then." Yan Peiyu had been thinking the exact same thing; since she proposed it first, how could she possibly disagree?

However, as An Peng said, in the business world, one cannot afford to care about saving face. If you care about face, don't do business. In this society, only those willing to cast aside their pride can ever hope to make money.

From then on, even if she had to use the rules of the Grand Protector's Manor to deal with me, she would still have to weigh things carefully beforehand.