Volume One, Chapter 23: An Unprecedented Sense of Crisis

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Immediately, I felt as if my soul were detaching from my body, on the verge of drifting away. My heart tightened: What is happening? Could it be that my body is about to be possessed by those black arms formed by the demons? Is my soul being squeezed out of my body? Am I losing control of myself?

Just as everyone was busy drinking with their heads tilted back, Shi Feiqing and Gu Panxi had neither the heart nor the leisure to join in. Their gazes remained fixed on Di Yunlong, their hearts filled with unease as they failed to fathom what schemes he might be plotting.

Zhong Lingshan bit her lower lip, walked over to Ye Chen, and then, right in front of Jiang Mucheng, wrapped her arms around Ye Chen’s. She stood on her tiptoes, lifted her chin, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Go!" the man who looked like paper shouted, and the short blade flew from his hand, streaking across the sky straight toward Gu Sanqian.

Now, half a month had passed, yet the Zhong family could not find a suitable candidate, causing Zhong Jianguo a great headache.

This object had sat in Gu Family Fortress for four or five hundred years without anyone recognizing it, which shows how few people can identify a Soul-Nurturing Jade. Perhaps many have heard of it, but to recognize it at a glance is certainly no easy feat.

"Bang!" Su Chen swung his arm, blasting the Abyss Demon in front of him into pieces with a single punch. He then turned and lunged, his left hand burning with fierce demonic flames and his right holding the Dragon’s Sorrow, slaughtering the high-tier demons still attacking the World Tree with lightning speed.

However, the person sitting opposite Jiang Xiaoyan was, after all, a master of alchemy. In the presence of such a prominent figure, even a powerhouse at the Spirit Mansion Realm like him could not speak carelessly, let alone Jiang Xiaoyan.

[Private Chat] Mo Pinglan: Wifey, hiding is useless. Trying to avoid me cannot hide your admiration and affection for me; it would be better to face it bravely, hehe.

CIA Director Iverson was in the Oval Office discussing Lin Chuan’s return to Washington with Obama.

"Who are you people?" Two burly, imposing men emerged from the mountain gate and questioned Lin Feng and his companion.

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Chinese games are substandard? Chinese games are trash? Chinese games don't deserve to be shortlisted for the World Game Exhibition's top ten?

Li Huaishan left first. He stepped out of the township government office building and waited for Tong Huaiyu at the gate. Knowing that Li Huaishan would surely give him a tongue-lashing, Tong Huaiyu dawdled for a long time before finally emerging from the building.

Could it be that the previous eight layers of barriers had completed the trial, and this final layer was merely for the rewards?

After Li An finished expressing his views, the host, Lin Fei, did not say much more. In fact, Lin Fei felt quite good about the recording of Li An’s first time serving as a judge and mentor. Li An did not suffer from stage fright like some other celebrities, nor did he struggle to express himself or leave the recording in a mess.

This manor possesses a unique technique that outsiders do not know: Fire Control! He had only heard the Manor Master mention it in passing; the Manor Master had discovered this secret of theirs by accident.

If one were to force an entry, one would have to break through this barrier to reach the inner areas of the sect.

Only when a Great World gives birth to a Supreme Holy Court, a Supreme Holy Clan, or a Supreme Holy Land can it possess a true honorary title and be recognized by the Myriad God Universe as a proper, titled Great World. Only then is it qualified to expand outward.

When she awoke, twilight had already fallen outside the window. She called for her maidservant several times but received no reply. Putting on her shoes and draping a coat over her shoulders, she went to the outer room and drank a cup of warm tea. Looking up inadvertently, she was startled to see a long shadow cast by the lamplight standing on the screen door.

Having reached a decision, and relying on his knowledge of the ancient underground palace, Luo Ji did not hesitate to take the Six-Pattern Spirit Turtle from his storage ring and toss it into the river.

"…?" Hong Chengchou could not help but be stunned. He froze for a moment, hesitating before saying, "To lead the way for the King, how could I fear death! My intention is not to ask for troops, but to request that you two lords grant me the authority to make decisions on the spot." A surge of bitterness and warmth filled Hong Chengchou’s heart, and he felt deeply aggrieved.

Of course, in a forest this big, it is inevitable that some pedants will pop up at such moments, posting comments to show off their intelligence and presence.

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The final five minutes of the mission felt like years; it is no exaggeration to describe them as such. But when Chen Hu saw Isabelle point to her own animal-hide undergarment, his expression changed.

Luo Zhen had indeed laid several traps, causing the Second Madam Liang to step into them one by one. But if she had conducted herself honestly and not greedily sought exorbitant profits, those schemes might not have succeeded. In the end, all the results were merely the consequences of one's own doing.

Hu Hai’s way of thinking was very peculiar. He was not actually worried about the throne being usurped; he likely harmed his brothers and sisters because he felt that smiling while sending his own kin to the execution ground was a very amusing thing to do! If we were to use modern terms, Hu Hai’s behavior should be classified as extremely brain-damaged, non-mainstream conduct.

What kind of profound and painful bewitchment is love, causing people to degenerate to the point where they cannot help but chase after even the most hollow of phantoms?

"Which one is it? Tell everyone," the Chongzhen Emperor asked, unhurried and calm, as if it were a matter of no importance.

Qing Shuang was the latter. Having experienced all sorts of chaotic events in the few months since entering the palace, how could she be content to remain in the deep palace, living a life with an unknown future?

Ye Qing did not know that Jin Yunan’s grandmother was Meng Po; he assumed she was also a practitioner of the Mystic Arts. He thought he would have heard of someone with such abilities, but he had never heard of any other old lady in the Mystic Arts circle of a similar age to Ge Yueying, so he asked Jin Yunan.

The light emitted by the sphere atop the hexagonal tower gradually faded until it vanished, but such a light must have been seen by everyone within the entire palace.

Lan Zixuan suddenly slammed her fist onto the table, knocking over two cups of coffee. The waiter rushed over to clean up the mess.