Chapter 60: Lu Jinchuan Apologized to Her?

Lu Jinchuan's face was gloomy, anger plainly written across his brow.

He strode forward to stand before the two of them, grabbed Ji Shu by the arm, and yanked her away from Ji Chuanze.

"What are you doing?"

A voice colder than ice and snow reached Ji Shu's ears. As she forced her eyes open into a narrow slit, the blinding light made her wince. She tried to raise a hand to shield her face, but her hands were firmly pinned against her chest by Lu Jinchuan.

With a loud crash, the thick mahogany tea table in the main hall was smashed to pieces by Yun Jian.

Today, however, Black-drop Tooth felt a prick of guilt, a sensation signaled by his "instinct." Trusting his intuition as he always did, Black-drop Tooth packed his belongings and prepared to flee. No sooner had he sprinted near the sacrificial shrine than a barrage of bullets whizzed past his face, frightening Black-drop Tooth so badly he cut wind on the spot.

What Wei Xian intended to explore was this very "Chaos River." Breaking through the outer "Chaos Communication Network" of the Chaos River was an extremely hazardous endeavor. The Chaos River was not quite a plane, yet it was far more perilous to enter than one. After all, planes possessed conduits running between their insides and outsides, whereas the mountains and rivers of the starry sky had no such passages at all.

Putting this matter aside for the moment, suffice it to say that when the group anxiously rushed to the outskirts, they found only one dilapidated factory standing out conspicuously. Of course, this abandoned factory was not the place Liang Xiao had visited, but an entirely different location.

A spiritual treasure—the reason it was called a spiritual treasure and held such immense value—lay in its ability to multiply a cultivator's strength exponentially. To put it another way, it was like handing a machine gun to an ordinary person, granting them the power to cut down anyone in their path, whether mortal or Buddha. At that moment, Lu Yu's actions were tantamount to blocking the barrel of a machine gun with his bare flesh.

The guqin was both his companion and his weapon. Being able to touch it at any moment not only brought him peace of mind, but also ensured that Di Wu could respond to any sudden emergencies at a moment's notice.

One had to admit that Yun Tiancheng's eloquence was truly supreme; he was a born orator. A single speech of his was enough to stir the fighting spirit of clansmen who had initially been somewhat cowed.

So be it, so be it. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. Isn't it just the position of general? Isn't it just that you don't want me to fight? Isn't it just going to Yao Mountain? Since it is your wish, then let it be fulfilled.

To have entered this formation for merely half an incense stick of time and already sustained severe injuries meant that if he could not break the formation within another half-moment, he would be utterly beyond saving and would perish right here.

Chang Tingluo inwardly stuck out her tongue in secret. In truth, she really had forgotten all about it, and it was Yin Pu who had first come to inform her.

Ksitigarbha turned his head stiffly. The Drought Demon, who had just moments before descended like a demon god, was now separated from his head, utterly drained of life.

Su Ruoxi was no fool; naturally, she understood the old lady's intentions. This showed a lack of trust in her ability to manage the entire Su family.

In this magazine office devoid of friends, Ouyang Lai found joy in only two things: one was payday, and the other was riling up Ma Weiwei.

Inside the quiet chamber, Yu Qianbai was utterly focused, controlling the sequential fusion of several medicinal herb essences. The herb-blending stage was extremely crucial; it not only determined whether the herbs could be successfully refined, but also dictated the quality of the medicinal pills once the process succeeded.

As for Qingqing's heart-disease-like ailment, it had also been completely cured thanks to the medicine provided by the Murong family.

After five days and five nights of non-stop, ruthless slaughter, a murderous aura—one he was entirely unaware of—wrapped around Li Hao's body.

When he suddenly appeared back then, he used to be quite fond of smiling, looking rather different from his current self in a suit with a steady expression.

Just how lazy can you possibly be, author? Yu Qianbai muttered internally. Time-traveling without following the normal routine, making me go through so many hardships. According to the standard format, shouldn't it be: pursued by enemies, falling off a cliff by misstep, meeting a reclusive master, obtaining a martial arts manual, washing away past humiliation, and roaming the pugilist world unrivaled?

Jiang Duoduo started out trying to reason politely with Elder Ye, but the more she talked, the more wrong things felt.

Even knowing that saliva flying across the air is fake, one still instinctively tries to duck, just like watching a Japanese film—knowing full well it's out of reach, yet still getting hard.