47 Jinjiang Literature City

Despite its thickness, the stone gate posed no real challenge to a cultivator, especially since Kunjun used his spiritual power to locate the opening mechanism and entered the place with utmost ease.

Kunjun paid no mind to Yao Lingzi's attitude and calmly proceeded with refining his elixir. Two hours later, a verdant, top-tier Foundation Establishment Pill was successfully completed. The drifting aroma of the medicine was so potent that the present disciples at the eighth and ninth layers of Qi Refining felt their bottlenecks loosen after just a few breaths.

Lifting her gaze, she caught a glimpse of a black shirt, and looking further up, she met Jing Yu's face. The coldness in those eyes bore a striking resemblance to the look he used to give her whenever she made a mistake.

Moreover, this went against his personal code of conduct. Having been in business for so many years, he always valued harmony and rarely turned hostile unless someone crossed the line entirely.

"Why bother overthinking it? The employer is paying enough, and our only job is to kill," the tall man said indifferently.

That was not even the main point. The real focus was on the hands and claws reaching out from the nine withered graves, relentlessly tearing apart the middle-aged man in a tailored suit, whose shrill, miserable screams echoed continuously.

Fearing that he might choke while drinking while lying down, Dong Xuan considerately helped him sit up, letting Ding Shuo lean against her while she fed him half a bottle of water.

"Since Uncle Wu gave it to you, you should accept it!" Seeing that Wu Quan was still able to maintain his composure and take the initiative to apologize to his disciple, Cao Rong forgave him, yet still insisted that his disciple accept the gift.

He deliberately emphasized the word "old," carrying an unmistakable implication: Master Hu, you are old now and no longer command supremacy across the four directions as you once did.

Logically speaking, given his innate talent, surviving the heavenly tribulation of this realm should not have been overly difficult; however, with the augmentation of the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains, that possibility was reduced to zero.

Huang Mengjun and the other members of the Magic Association braced themselves, keeping their eyes fixed on the slowly parting curtain.

"Oh, I see. Your great-grandfather was a good friend of my grandmaster, which is why your great-grandfather also knows the Kairo Capture Technique," Kairoter told Beldan.

Therefore, facing the enemy's overwhelming onslaught, Su Ali and the others stationed at the Yumen Pass had no choice but to defend to the death. Whether in individual combat capability or collective strength, the enemy completely outmatched the forces of Qingqiu.

His pale skin, black embroidery, and red jewels imbued him with a profound sense of dark evil and bloodthirsty sexiness.

However, Robredo had once won an ATP Masters title, reached the semi-finals of a Grand Slam tournament, and attained a career-high ATP singles ranking of world No. 5.

During the period when she was reunited with Xuan Che, his attentiveness, gentleness, and sunshine-like warmth made her feel exceptionally cherished. That was certainly not something a person suffering from a psychological disorder could possess.

They had all once lived pampered lives in the secure and privileged Blue Shield City, but now they were forced to reside in tents and sleep on the bare ground.

As it turned out, Zhang Huasong's parents had been thinking ahead about what would happen if the factory truly expanded in the future, and who would inherit it after they passed away.

The Saigyou Ayakashi had returned to its normal colors, and the cherry blossoms on its branches had all vanished, leaving the tree looking somewhat lifeless and desolate.

His horse had wandered off to who knows where, managing to untie its own reins, which left Ye Kai feeling rather depressed.

"Those two fellows took a couple of kicks from the wild horse spirit earlier and still haven't come to their senses," Duan Fei said with a curl of his lip.

The demonic beast's self-healing ability was quite remarkable. Recovering slightly, the Crimson Flame Wolf opened its eyes, stretched its stiff claws, and fixed its verdant gaze upon Gu Xijin, looking particularly eerie in the darkness.

This technique, the Iron-Blood War Soul Palm, was a war soul art of the Blood Battle Divine Clan, requiring an intensely concentrated bloodlust to execute, and stood as one of Marquis Yingyao's ultimate moves.

"Don't hurt Brother Mu!" Lu Xiao shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide as he watched Lu Xingyu walk toward Mu Yuncheng.

Although the Beijing Film Academy supplied thousands of acting talents to Huaxia, that did not mean everyone who graduated from the institution would automatically become one of those talents.

In merely an instant, the physical bodies of over a dozen members of the extraterrestrial divine clan suspended in the air shattered into pieces, with white bones scattering everywhere as they met a thoroughly violent end.

With her face veiled in gauze, it was impossible to discern the expression in her eyes—whether it was anxiety or vigilance, trembling fear or steadfast resolve. Only a flash of black fluttered along the highway, while her mount reluctantly crossed its four hooves, its eyes entirely devoid of spirit.

"You must not go to Tianding Pass. With your abilities, you simply cannot survive there. You must preserve your useful life to accomplish more meaningful things for the Great Wilderness." This had been the concluding passage of her father's letter during her time at the Tianxiao Sect.

On the riverbank, Hua Wushuang observed everything unfolding before him, then with a sharp snap, closed his folding fan, his gaze deep and inscrutable.

Reflecting upon it now, what grave error had she committed? Was it simply because her psychic power rating was zero, or because of jealousy toward the prodigious talent she had possessed before the age of three?