Chapter 47

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What can we do? We can only sharpen our weapons desperately, arm ourselves, and make ourselves stronger—there is simply no other way.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Tianhua cast four or five defensive shields upon himself one after another before reaching out to touch the pile of ashes.

However, with Wu Li present, she could never cast off her reserve. She could not summon up the courage, nor could she remain bold and proactive. Throughout the journey, she had turned things over and over in her mind. Countless times the words reached the tip of her tongue, yet she could never bring herself to speak them.

"Oh!" As Meng Xiongfei and the various demons were sizing up their surroundings, Bai Xuening, Panda Ah Fu, and Hu Yanhong beside him all suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

"What, trying to use force?" Meng Xiongfei's face dropped as he prepared for a fight. He was quite familiar with this routine; back then, that underworld syndicate had also resorted to politeness before force, trying enticement first and coercion if that failed.

With a vibration of the blue long-needle, the white silkworm returned to its Daoist human form, so shocked that it nearly fainted, its face filled with disbelief.

He was praying to the deities for the power to heal his injuries, while incessantly pondering in his heart what his next course of action should be.

Watching his fellow workers running over from all directions of the factory, it would be a lie to say that Zhang Tengren was not touched.

Upon hearing about the matters of the boundless wilderness realm, True Person Incense Burner naturally refused to lag behind and immediately requested to follow the Great Immortal to take a look there. In consideration of him helping to exchange for immortal stones, Du Lin consented.

Yet no amount of comfort could compare to the chilling numbness that swept over her so swiftly as she leaned despondently against the wall by the kitchen door. Suddenly hearing a knock at the front door, her heart immediately tightened. The doorbell was broken and she had never gotten around to having anyone fix it—could it be that he had returned?

Qiao Yu only felt humiliated, lowering her head as she forked some food into her mouth, which resulted in getting sauce smeared on her face.

Before she knew it, he grabbed Du Ruo and dragged her toward the bottom of the stairs. Unprepared for his tug, Du Ruo subconsciously let go of Lu Wu's hand and tumbled clumsily down the staircase.

Du Ruo's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her hands waving about flailingly, and she wanted to kick out at Jia Ren with her feet, but she lacked the slightest bit of strength. Just as she sank into despair, she suddenly heard a voice.

I suppose you are already clear that the greatest distinction between stepping from the Qi Gathering Realm into the Qi Ocean Realm is awakening the spiritual seed and condensing spiritual veins.

Having won this battle, the Underworld King was also in high spirits. How could he not be? A battle like this had completely resolved his rear-guard worries. That Demonic Flood Dragon had taken an oath; having suffered this defeat, it would never again attack the netherworld, meaning the netherworld was now secured.

Once this commotion stirred up, Wen Youheng naturally learned that Jian Yijun had not yet gone abroad. He was so infuriated that he severely beat up the driver who had taken Mu Zhijun's bribe and lied to him, and then rushed to the Cen residence carrying numerous nutritional supplements.

Less than a minute later, this slain Sea Snake aristocrat climbed back up. His eyes had turned completely white, and he bowed respectfully to Mo Yunluo.

Last night, he had dreamt of Youyou, dreaming that Youyou was in danger. He had not expected that Youyou would genuinely brush past him in reality. He had missed Youyou just like that; if he had only realized it a little earlier, he surely could have brought Youyou back. Xing Zeyun anxiously flapped his wings, his heart filled with fluttering anxiety.

Yet at this very moment, it was as though a son had suddenly materialized out of thin air for him, and already this grown up. An indescribable wave of emotion washed over his heart.

"This general believes that Lord Zhong's trip to the Xia State might as well not be made!" On this day, Zhong Yanchong remarked after drinking some wine.

That softly uttered "Eldest Young Master" instantly melted Jun Yanchen's heart entirely. Every time she acted spoiled and coquettish in this manner, he had no choice but to surrender to her.

Li Shuci nodded and made a gesture for silence, while Muyun stuffed Shuyu into the room originally prepared by Kangyang, covering Shuyu up with a quilt.

Yakumo Yukari understood all too well that once a creature like a man attained resolve, he was the sort of existence that could never be pulled back.

Upon returning to our campsite, we discovered someone in the cave letting out the exact same heavy breathing as the mysterious figure. Su Qianqian switched on her flashlight, only to find that it was unexpectedly Liu Yi.

"Qicai, stop me from opening this restriction..." Nan Gongyoumeng's voice trembled slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately extended her right hand and tapped it between Qicai's eyebrows.

"This was specifically bought for you. Be a good girl and drink it." Huang Fei raised the cup a little further forward.

"Bring the blueprints over. I'll review them first, and then you can have the commanders gather in my commander's tent to discuss the matter," Suhe instructed.

She was no stranger to idling away time and slacking off within a company. Previously, when she was still a marginal celebrity with no scheduled appearances, she would spend her time clipping newspapers and running miscellaneous errands around the office.

Those who made their living on boats had to pay reverence to gods. In truth, rather than revering gods, these seafarers feared nature above all else. This fear, passed down from ancient times to later generations, remained deeply rooted. Even after entering modern society, whenever people whose livelihood depended on the waters encountered any situation, they would still offer worship and reverence.

The forest at this moment looked as though it had been thoroughly carpeted by a bomber; trees, monsters, and flowers alike were all completely obliterated beneath these liquids.

His expression remained placid, though his eyes widened just a fraction. Casually tossing the letter into the car, he got inside and slammed the door shut with a bang. The entire sequence of actions flowed smoothly and effortlessly, carrying a distinct air of dashing nonchalance.

Some speculated that Feng Jingrui's strength was simply too formidable—after being a three-element awakened master after all—leaving Yu Qian aware that she was no match, hence her active concession.

Helpless, Bai Lian returned empty-handed. Yet if she did not go to the Immortal Realm, how could she find Zhang Wei? Could it be that the matter was settled thus?

Just as the group continued their onslaught, the cactus began to tremble violently for reasons unknown. Amidst its shaking, the spines that had been beaten off actually grew back once more.

Han Xing felt bored to the extreme within the inner city, and given the mundane days in Jin County, how could he endure such loneliness? Thus, full of excitement, he followed the secretary-advisor out to conduct a household census, finding endless delight in the task.

The ethereal mist drifted away along with the breeze warmed by the bronze brazier. Following that, a pair of chopsticks materialized in the Daoist's hand. He stroked his goatee and grinned, revealing a roguish, scoundrel-like smile.

Extracting a certain functional part of it to utilize! Surely that would consume far fewer resources than activating the entire temporal fragment, while also being more targeted and helpful, would it not?

"Humph! Do you take my Sea Clan for soft persimmons? All shark knights, obey my command and shatter their formation!" At this point, the Sea King, who had been directing operations from the rear, could finally sit still no longer.