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Those with profound cultivation might be merely a single step away from the Soul Formation stage, while those with weaker abilities could have just crossed the threshold of the Great Dao laws.

Although this cultivation technique is designed for body tempering, its primary purpose is to enhance a cultivator's vital energy and blood, specifically nourishing their vital essence.

From beginning to end, she genuinely felt that Gu Xing was a person very much worth befriending. Wen Yue was momentarily stunned.

Some of the guests looked on with cold indifference, others wore polite smiles, a few went to quietly negotiate with Moira Quinn, the current head of the Quinn Group, while others openly placed their bets on the future new emperor.

Perhaps because Mu Nianan made no attempt to conceal the disdain in her eyes, Bai Jin began to feel thoroughly uneasy beneath such a gaze.

Because of Gu Beilin, the already oppressive atmosphere between the two appeared even more fragile and feeble.

The boorish fellow who had been shouting about going back to his room to sleep was already snoring loudly, completely unaware of her arrival.

In her memories, although this village chief had not partaken in the matters concerning the Shen family, he had essentially given his tacit approval.

At the very, very, very end, she finally rode her bicycle, swaying leisurely toward the place Oswald had mentioned.

The parents of the abducted children arrived one after another. After verifying their identities and completing the paperwork at the police station, they all came over to Du Yuhan and Huo Xicheng to express their gratitude.

An Xia leaned back on the sofa, listening to Lu Baichuan chatter on as he reported on his work over the past few days. She was deeply touched by his willingness to help Du Zhuang, but she also found it rather peculiar. In those days, discharged soldiers were typically assigned jobs arranged by the official authorities.

Ye Qingyan turned and left, stopping at the corner. She narrowed her eyes, filled with suspicion. Even if someone were being reprimanded, they could simply close the door; why on earth was Cai Qi standing guard at the very end of the corridor?

Luo Ji lay sideways on a massive boulder, a piece of dogtail grass clenched between his teeth. Instead of looking at the complex of buildings on the opposite mountain, his gaze was fixed on the white clouds drifting slowly across the sky.

Xiao Ci lowered his head, one hand gently caressing her pale cheek. His eyes flickered with uncertain light before he finally let out a low sigh and closed his eyes to rest as well.

Upon hearing this, Jian Han let out an instant wail. Could it be that what had not happened last night now had to be made up for this morning?

Thirteen minutes in, Meng Qian’s crystal was directly exploded by Su Xi, leaving Bai Yu and the two others dumbfounded and compelled to give a thumbs-up.

Jin Sichen furrowed his brow. He went upstairs to take a shower, returned to the bedroom to catch up on some sleep, and when he woke up at twelve, he discovered that Jian Han still had not returned.

As if struck by some terrifying force, the hands that had been tightly clutching his clothes gradually relaxed. Her beautiful pupils resembled those of an innocent child encountering a bewildering puzzle—there was confusion, bewilderment, and, most of all, timidity.

She lifted her head and, by the light of the multicolored fireworks, carefully studied his face. He was truly handsome, with heroic brows, deep-set eyes, and a high bridge of the nose. How could such a breathtaking man exist in this world? Moreover, this most breathtaking of men happened to be her husband.

"It's only nine o'clock now; don't you think it's a bit too early for PG-13 activities?" Leng Zibing leaned against his embrace and said.

Seeing Protector Shui depart, Zhao Biyao felt a lingering sense of anxiety and puzzlement. What was she anxious about? And what was she puzzled by? It was simply because she had been appointed as the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult by the former leader, Hua Wuxie—a position she cared nothing for at all.

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Zhaolu covered her ears in unacceptance, unwilling to face Yu Feili, who had become this way.

The implication of that remark was: What kind of person do you think Tang Qian is, that you are qualified to lecture me on how to do things? Tang Qian gave a cold, mocking smile, ridiculing her own rashness. She should have known how it would turn out; why bother doing something that only invited humiliation?

"Alright, alright, there's no need for everyone to just stand around here. If you have anything to discuss, let's go somewhere else." Leng Yue proved to be more perceptive, noticing Zhaolu's awkwardness early on and instantly dispersing everyone's attention with a single sentence.

With lingering doubts, Tang Qian turned and stepped into the main hall, where she heard Uncle Li still reminiscing with Song Shaohua.

"I wonder what your relationship is with the Mu family of the Imperial Capital?" Brother Bo asked, his attitude no longer as hostile as before.

Yang Lin calmed his mind and filtered his thoughts, keeping one awareness outward while guarding the other within, focusing entirely on elevating his own realm of cultivation.

Batian shook his head, unable to comprehend why Qing'er could not see through even such a simple matter. "What is meant to be yours will come; what is not should never be forced," he murmured before vanishing into a bank of white mist.

He stood above her for a long time without speaking. Ji Honggu suddenly pulled her sheer gauze garment back up, dressed herself once more, turned around, and sat down upon the beauty couch. She picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip; the tea had already gone cold, leaving a bitterness in her mouth that was beyond description.

She did not ask any further, knowing full well that this was Senior Brother Ning's secret and that it was not her place to inquire. The only thing she could do was obediently stay put and wait for Senior Brother Ning to return.

Nianxian stood before Rong Tiancheng, his gaze fixed straight upon him, while Rong Tiancheng wore a similarly benevolent expression, looking at Nianxian with eyes full of affection.

With Conan around, things were likely to become troublesome; she had better help design a proper retreat route.

Director Zhang was flanked by two assistant directors. Seeing Tang Xiao and Elder Yu in this area, the group bypassed their seats and walked directly toward Tang Xiao.

"Grandpa Jirokichi, can we go look at the scenery somewhere else?" Yoshida Ayumi asked, once again reassured.

This display of Zhulong’s divine might made everyone realize that unless it was a supreme-grade Xiantian spiritual treasure with formidable defense, anyone would be crushed and destroyed by Zhulong at will, should he so desire—even the stars of the firmament.

Furthermore, he needed not only to maintain a high level of performance on the offensive end, but also to sustain a similarly high standard defensively.

Contrary to Jian Yi's expectations, although that person was clearly enraged, after glaring fiercely at Jian Yi, he merely let out a muffled snort, lowered his head, and resumed inspecting the flying sword in his hand.

Xiao Wen actually wanted to hurl abuses, but ultimately restrained himself. He still cared a great deal about maintaining his image in front of Nan Yunqing.

The dust on the ground dispersed, and the layers of lotus petals slowly unfolded, revealing Jian Yi standing in the center.

Next, she picked up several wine bottles and retrieved a large vessel, blending the various wines together within it. After tinkering for a moment, she took out the crystal bottle sent by Zhao Zhongshui to compare it with the concoction she had made herself.

Since it was utterly impossible for them not to touch the ground, it meant that Bu Jingyun and Kong Ci, if they wished to cross to the other side of the crystal doors, were forced to step onto this ground covered entirely in carved inscriptions.

After all, they had managed to secure such an advantage away from home with the greatest of difficulty, especially when facing the San Antonio Spurs, who had been in such phenomenal form prior to this.