Chapter 33

A História de Cultivo Primitivo do Pequeno Fei Jiu Qing Zai 1882 words 2026-08-04 08:51:54

"My Lady!" Liluo’s voice sounded pained. I crawled out from the bushes, and by the faint glimmer of the moonlight, I saw a large tear in the clothing over his left flank.

Although the audience had been quite dissatisfied with Naruto's interference earlier, they were now fully engaged in the match, eagerly anticipating the performance of both sides.

It took Gu Chen half a day to fully recover to his peak state. Afterward, he dashed off into the distance, leaving the area behind.

Sheng Yuan and Duke Sa, as the highest-ranking cultivators among this group, saw their expressions darken immediately, their brows furrowing in concern.

In this way, once the Cloud Sea Sect’s formation was shattered, his own disciples would not have to suffer excessive depletion.

"Is it really that miraculous?" Qin Yuan could see no sign of jesting on their faces, yet he remained somewhat doubtful.

Gu Chen felt a flash of light before his eyes, and when he regained his senses, he discovered he had appeared within a massive city.

Looking down at her peaceful, serene face, Naruto smiled knowingly. He turned off the television, gently picked her up, and walked into the bedroom.

When the thought of killing him surfaced in my mind, I was shocked myself. I never knew I could be so vicious.

Because Li An and Sansheng were currently in a duel, everything they typed in the public chat or said during the live stream could be seen and heard by the other party.

After Xu Yuan finished cleaning up his face, he sat down opposite Li Junxiu with an extremely solemn expression.

The elder accompanying Wang Jin this time was not Wang Jin’s master, but another elder from the Alchemist Hall.

Jiang Feng shook his head with a smile. Since he had given him the Spirit Nourishing Pill, it was impossible for him to bleed from his seven orifices and die.

Meanwhile, Bege tapped his own body to signal his subordinates in the castle to prepare. Jinbe and the others were already hiding inside the cake, ready to provide support at any moment, though the two gluttons, Chopper and Carrot, couldn't resist the chance to eat the cake.

The moment he entered the bathroom and saw the scene inside, aside from a brief moment of surprise like any normal person, he became focused on the weak and exhausted Li Junxiu.

"Feng'er! This is where you live? The spiritual energy is so dense!" Jiang Liuchuan was not Li Zheng; the richness of the spiritual energy here was completely beyond his expectations.

The Thousand Sunny was anchored in a lake bay outside the building. Several figures in protective gear were searching the ship, looking for food, treasure, and other useful items.

With a thought from Lu Tian, the room door opened to reveal an old man in yellow robes, his cultivation at the mid-stage of the Emperor Realm.

Ren Sinian’s soft, faint voice was like a breath of spring breeze, melting away the gloom that had been gathering in Leng Yi’s heart over the past few days.

Thinking of his master, Su Wan, suffering through each day as if it were a year, he did not know what choice to make.

The Immortal Lord Five-Strikes and Xin Fu both gulped simultaneously. If they were to exchange on these terms, Xin Fu wouldn't be coming to apologize, but rather to take a massive advantage. However, with Xin Xie present, they had no way to capitalize on it, no matter how great the benefit.

Before long, ten archery targets were set up on the Shaolin Temple's martial arts field, thirty zhang away. Liaoxu and An Jing-si each shot ten arrows, with victory determined by how many times they hit the bullseye.

However... Shangguan Chong must be extremely formidable now; otherwise, he would not have joined the Tiger Cavalry Sect and been sent to participate in this exchange meeting.

Just then, accompanied by the sound of hooves, Huang Chao arrived at the arena in a golden carriage, surrounded by Zhu Wen, Shang Rang, and others. Pi Rixiu and Pang Xun hastily reported the results of the duel between the Chinese and Japanese sides to him.

Inside the green jade bottle, the Liuxia jellyfish, infused with condensed moonlight essence and the vitality of Kan water, swayed incessantly.

"We even met people on an island who were covered in hair. They actually thought we were ugly, saying we were completely bald," Bai Ruozhu said, laughing at the thought herself.

Seeing that He Mengjiao was very beautiful, yet drenched and unconscious, Li Xiuyun hurriedly ordered his generals to withdraw for the moment.

"You should go and rest first. We will not sit idly by," Han Wantao gestured, and someone led the two messengers away.

"There are no 'buts.' Stay with Zhanxing to recover; there is no telling what fierce battles lie ahead, and there will be plenty of times for you to prove your worth," Bai Ruozhu cut her off.

As the three swords of slaughter were scorched by the divine fire, wisps of grey vapor drifted from the blades—this was the malevolent energy within them. Although Feng Ye had purified these killing auras when he first collected them, his methods were far inferior to the Heavenly Dao Divine Fire.

While the Sun clan certainly had its "peculiarities," this was clearly not the incident that ignited Clerk Lü’s gossiping soul.

Although killing a true god would bring down karmic retribution, they had already accumulated enough debt that they no longer feared adding more, having been led astray by their own Witch Ancestor. As long as they could reclaim their divine positions in the future, they could naturally cleanse that karma away.

They stared fixedly at Baitian, hoping that the latter could provide a reasonable explanation. In their hearts, Baitian was an irreproachable gentleman and a great hero. That was why they felt even more pain and fear—they were terrified that Baitian had lost his senses and truly committed such an act.

The Li family, in particular, felt as though their hearts were in their throats. They were a mix of excitement and anxiety; excited that the Li family had finally produced an alchemist, and anxious that losing this pill-dueling match would extinguish the nascent flame of hope they had just kindled.