Volume 1, Chapter 52: Leaving the Palace to Pray for Blessings

Qiu Fenghuang was startled, his gaze turning somewhat complex, mixed with a profound sense of gratitude. Ultimately, he reached out and took the sacred artifact that symbolized faith.

That would still be considered decent; why, some even went onto the battlefield bare-chested without so much as a leather armor, wielding nothing more than a wooden stick in their hands?

Everyone was taken aback. Why had the head of the Zhuge family come personally? Although their relations were generally amicable, wasn't this display of enthusiasm a bit too excessive? Besides, today was merely the return of the eldest young master Ye; why were they in such a rush to come and offer their congratulations?

Three seconds later, Griffin found a suitable attacking angle, fiercely dribbling the ball and charging toward the free-throw line like a wild beast long confined in a cage, finally breaking through all obstacles to rush toward its prey.

Fortunately, while the Church harbored such ambitions, its primary method remained proselytization, which was also the core tenet of its doctrine: guiding people toward goodness in the name of God and civilizing the world. Therefore, whenever possible, they naturally preferred gentle means at the outset, followed by a silent, moistening-things-subtly approach to gradually preach, infiltrate, and develop followers.

To go to the Yuchi family to ask for money? The idea was wonderful, the process was bumpy, and the result was naturally impossible.

"How should I put it? They both belong to the inner martial arts world and possess formidable strength. If the Jiang family wants to use force to fight me, having them help me is more than enough. If the Jiang family plays tricks and political maneuvers, I have countermeasures as well. Anyway, no matter what tricks they pull, I'll be fine!" said Ye Xuan.

As for last night, she had slept exceptionally soundly. No one came to beat her, and no one came to wake her; she simply lay quietly in Xu Qian's arms, treating him as her ultimate reliance.

The public security in Shencheng was exceptionally good, and violent incidents were extremely rare. Having been here for so long, he truly hadn't encountered more than a few.

When the Redka Empire originally established the Colin Church and honored it as the state religion, the Rosa Church had once called for an Eastern Crusade.

Wu Tian nodded, and Rouge also looked at Wu Tian with hopeful eyes, wishing that this future Heavenly Emperor could fulfill her and Dao Feng's wishes.

Incredible... walking on water. If it weren't for the presence of these two, Qin Feng would have wanted to go out and give it a try.

"Little sister, the young master is here to help. How can you speak like that!" Yan Qian said with a hint of reproach.

"There's no need for that. Tell me right now, what on earth is this Tieguanyin for?" Wu Tian chuckled.

The first hall was a billiards hall, brightly lit and with every table occupied. Sisi peered in from the doorway and felt extremely satisfied, as this clearly proved to be several times better than the previous billiards hall.

By this time, most of the night family's servants had already been defeated and fled in panic. Night Lu was also struck by a flash of lightning, collapsing to the ground unconscious.

"What's wrong?" Huo Lingfeng hurriedly came over, squatted down, and gently lifted her foot. Seeing that her ankle was red and swollen, he furrowed his brow slightly.

Su Yang had spent the entire flight fuming with anger, and by the time he got off the plane, he was starving to exorbitant limits.

Er Ma gazed at the raging fire and fell into deep thought. Could all of this truly be a mere coincidence? Was there really no trace of deliberate design?

"Why don't you let me absorb you and become a part of my Blood Demon!" The Blood Demon sneered continuously.

Three different directional branches had appeared in Yang's dreamscape—were these branching main storylines? Yang found it rather novel; it turned out this could be handled like a strategy game, allowing one to choose different mission directions based on one's circumstances in order to adapt to this ever-changing otherworldly realm.

The entire world of drifting snow appeared precarious amidst this unstoppable wolf howl, seeming on the verge of collapse at any moment.

There was no need for a level assessment; yes, merely by locking gazes with her across a screen projection, he had been frightened to the point of trembling all over. This alone was enough to prove that she was truly powerful to a degree that defied level ratings.

A trace of eerie expression flashed distinctly within the man's eyes, resembling a wolf sighting a sheep.

For someone of the Grand Princess's status, taking a person's life was a matter of minutes, but if she wanted to explain herself, relying solely on her own mouth might mean she could never explain it clearly.

If it had been any other Hong Kong boss, they would have long since had Jackie Chan play fixed roles in designated movies, after all, making money was always the top priority.

After Liu Lan'er left, Yan Qiancheng began pestering Bai Chun with endless questions. As the night grew deeper, Yan Qiancheng's inquiries gradually turned into interrogation, yet ultimately, no one ever knew whether Bai Chun had told Yan Qiancheng the truth or not.

Not only that, right when internal conflicts were flaring up everywhere within the Iron Blood Brotherhood, several subsidiary guilds of the Iron Blood Brotherhood and other guilds simultaneously announced their defection to join the traitors' ranks.

This terrifying system paired with this loli girl was simply spot on. The moment she uttered the words "pay to win," it had eagerly finished printing the bill and delivered the goods right to her doorstep.

The pretty classmate Bai Chuan sat right beside you, staring at you with a full face of smiles. Seeming to notice that fleeting sense of deja vu, her crystal-clear eyes suddenly welled with mischievous intent.

Even his current position as a troupe leader was still at the departmental level and had not yet directly reached the deputy ministerial level; there always had to be a process.

On this day, Silly Zhu carried his simple luggage and entered the main gate. When the neighbors saw that He Yuzhu had returned, they merely exchanged brief pleasantries and stood aside to watch the upcoming show, well aware of who was currently living in Silly Zhu's house, and a grand drama was about to unfold.

Only occasionally would they intersperse brief everyday conversations or various questions born out of curiosity.

The gap in strength was simply too vast. If there were no limit on numbers, it might have been different; the four clans possessed a combined attack technique, and the alliance of the four chieftains was enough to fend off a first-rate expert, which was precisely why the four clans together were counted as first-rate. Now that the opponent had specified a one-on-one match, they had to abandon that thought entirely.

If he didn't treat this Qin Chuan to a meal, his mother would undoubtedly nag him endlessly again. He had no idea what had gotten into her, but she was exceptionally attentive to this fellow townsman.