Thirty-five whales

Before an Eight-Tripod Talisman Master, numerical superiority is meaningless. With tens of thousands of talismans unleashed at will, the sea of charms filling the sky inspires only despair.

The new students and their instructing seniors responded in unison. Mi Dou nodded inwardly; the dynamic equilibrium between the Yao race and the agricultural-domain spiritual practitioners had truly reached a state of perfection.

Heavy snow fell, and the stone gate vanished once more, as if buried by the deep drifts, and Yaogu’s silhouette was lost from the summit of Mount Kunlun yet again.

In the last millennium, everyone has gone to great lengths to avoid the powers of Yin and Yang within the Primordial World. After all, even experts in the Yin-Yang realm must detour around such areas, and ordinary people have little chance of survival if they encounter them.

The third floor of the Dark Fragrance Pavilion is not like the second. On the second floor, the competitors are arranged by the pavilion, leaving no room for cheating. On the third floor, however, the matches are mostly duels between two gambling parties, where one must rely on their own skills to win—it is akin to a formal duel.

Ye Bai’s current strength, while perhaps not the absolute strongest in the Qi Refining Stage, is certainly among the very best.

A crisp sound emanated from Ling Xiao’s wrist as Yi Xiu lunged out. A bone-cracking sound followed, and a man fell to the ground. Yi Xiu followed up with another punch, shattering several of the man’s bones.

This was another corridor, but unlike the others, it was illuminated not by torches, but by night-luminescent pearls. The stone walls were not made of dark steel, but of celestial gold stone, which emitted a dull red glow under the light of the pearls.

Yu Yihan first introduced herself, then, feeling that her sister was being somewhat rude in front of outsiders, she politely offered an explanation for her behavior. Finally, she offered to lead Lin Tianxuan and the others to the medicinal fields herself.

Their abilities were insufficient to influence the battlefield, yet they were willing to sacrifice their lives to make one final contribution to the main city.

Between her and him lay an impassable chasm; even setting aside everything that had occurred, there remained the shadow of Shu Siyang standing between them.

Yao Qian was powerful enough that, even while severely wounded, he could react in time. The sacred artifact, Sun-Piercing Needle, stubbornly blocked half of Yang Mufeng’s iron fists. Though only half landed on Yao Qian, the impact was still immense. In that brief moment, Yang Mufeng had struck over a hundred blows.

Wu San had initially been dismissive, not bothering to look at the delicacies Yang Mufeng had ordered. But when he swept his soul power over them casually, he was struck with shock, his mouth hanging open, unable to speak for a long time.

Walking into the spatial tunnel, the distorted gateway began to close, eventually leaving behind no trace that anything had happened. How enviable that was; yet, the people of the Lu family would never reach such a state in this lifetime, so they could only pin their hopes on Lu Tianxiang.

The wedding was simple, yet every ritual was fully observed. At first, Yin Biyue blocked the door to keep Qin Muchen out, but the moment the handsome man made his move, her resolve crumbled entirely, and she long since forgot that she was supposed to be the bride’s best friend.

"Why did you run over here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?" Bai Xueyi asked in surprise, though her face was filled with happiness.

A flash of light appeared, and Wu Hao’s figure materialized before the house. However, when his gaze fell upon the massive figure in the sky—which seemed covered in a thick layer of frost yet swirled with scorching heat—he hesitated for a moment.

Qiu Xuan stared at Andrew, the man who had trapped him in this predicament. Though it was Andrew who had caused his plight, Qiu Xuan found that he actually felt better toward him than he did toward others.

Lu Tianxiang was not worried about the Scorpion Emperor; if he were to die, it wouldn't be a bad thing, but Lu Rong would simply become collateral damage.

"Tch, if you looked as fat as you, maybe! Tell me, classmate Lian Xiang, does the word 'handsome' have anything to do with you?" Xiao Xiao said without sparing Lian Xiang’s feelings.

In my panic, I hurriedly tucked the ring into my jacket pocket, and at the same time, I faintly heard movement coming from the hallway.

Hearing Long Tian’s words, the Ghost clan member looked at him in terror, then turned to his companions, his eyes full of hesitation.

"Ranran." Fu Tianze sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to look at Jian Ning’s face. She was sleeping with her back to him, and her expression was unclear.

Ruhua shook her head and remained silent. Red light flashed past the window again. Her father hugged her and hid under the table, and her mother crouched down beside them.

Seeing this, Long Tian sneered inwardly, feeling only disdain for these small-fry.

He waded through the water into the mud, the water rising to his thighs, leaving a blurred silhouette for Jian Ning to see. Because he wore a dark shirt, he merged with the night, easily giving Jian Ning the illusion that he might sink into the lake and never rise again.

Lu Min’s personality was just like that—thoughtless and entirely driven by emotion. However, this time she was right; treating her foot first was the best course of action.

Yin Dayin turned her head away, her eyes falling on the golden table. She saw countless sunflowers before her and, startled, retreated, bumping right into the chest of a young man.

With a bang, Yang Tian’s rage flared up. He inadvertently crushed the table and chair with his palm, his expression darkening.

"The Fourth Young Master is back," said Auntie Zhang, who was cooking for Jian Ning, as she went to the door to welcome Gu Jingchen.

Zhou Rong had long since colluded with the Donghu. She suspected Zhou Rong would send troops to Rouran to leave Jun Ke without reinforcements, and she also worried that Zhou Rong would send word to Khan Duona, allowing him to prepare in advance.

Tian Changqing took a box of fifty "Lao Baduo" white-tipped cigarettes from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The duck delicacies had long been prepared, and the ingredients were plentiful. Lin Ximiao simply made a dish of lotus duck blood and used other ingredients, accompanied by chili peppers, to prepare a variety of delicious food.

They were brimming with confidence, believing that the silver and connections Lady Zhou had used had finally paid off, and that Concubine Sun had invited them today to announce the joyous news of Su Zhaodi and the Fourth Prince.

Perhaps stimulated by Sheng Tang’s words, or perhaps dissatisfied with Zhang Zhaomin’s grandstanding, Lin Liangshun immediately chimed in as soon as Sheng Tang finished speaking.