Chapter 51

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However, thinking that Yang Guo might actually possess some skill, Michael held back. After all, if he lacked even a bit of tolerance, what right did he have to be a godfather? Now, with Liu Yuandao’s disappearance, the two of them had completely become lost souls, nowhere to turn. They could only find a place here to settle temporarily.

Yun Qing and Luo Chen had just saved her; even if she harbored some illusions about Luo Chen, she was still grateful and would never allow anyone to speak ill of them.

He was truly too lazy to continue the dispute. The crowd around was growing larger—students from the school and many drivers trapped in the traffic had gathered to watch.

Suddenly, the ground began to burst open, sparks flying in all directions, dispersing the smoke.

As Shi Sansheng formed the “Overlapping Wave Fist,” Bai Xihan drew her long sword and swung fiercely, sending a blade of light like a spear flying out, slicing at Letian’s waist.

Within this river of light, countless stars twinkled—some bright, some dim, each with different hues, like the stars in the night sky.

On Moer’s side, the fragrance had already spread for dozens of meters nearby, its aroma alone conveying the exquisite taste that awaited.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she managed to lift herself slightly and turned her head toward Yun Qing.

Jiang Qingwan, unhurried and deliberate, slowed her pace to chat and joke with them. After all, the leader of the parasitic grass was before her eyes; without Yun Ninglu’s guidance, the parasitic grass wouldn’t dare to venture out now.

Yun Lan remained silent. Mu Zhancang lingered briefly in the guest room before leaving. He was generous toward Mo Yunchuan, showing no hesitation in giving out the sect’s finest alchemical pills.

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Those demons and monsters who arrogantly called themselves “lords” were completely unaware that danger loomed over them, yet they still dared to mock Long Qingyu with their dark, gnarled claws covered in age-worn veins.

But Bai Cong and Bai Ke each grabbed onto her firmly from either side. Especially Bai Ke—the hand holding hers trembled continuously, sensing her struggle, yet instead of loosening his grip, he held on even tighter.

Suddenly, the petals trembled violently, shattering into a scatter of red fluorescent fragments, forming a red thread that guided Biling’s way back. This thread traversed the distant, endless chaos and chaotic storms, finally anchoring precisely at the heart of the Fire Lotus in the forbidden chaotic realm.

Mo Yunchuan and the others were merely supreme realm cultivators. Setting aside whether they could ascend to the divine domain, even if they did, they would likely be crushed into pulp in an instant.

Gradually, dense clusters of wisteria vines crept toward Jiang Qingwan’s head, blotting out the sky as if covering the entire heavens. A stench so foul it induced nausea wafted through the air. Jiang Qingwan couldn’t help but frown deeply as she stared at the vines surrounding her.

With a loud boom, Mo Yunchuan spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his tiger’s mouth throbbing with pain, while the two spiritual shields and wind blades shattered simultaneously.

The screen displayed a place—a courtyard heavily encircled by walls, with many rooms arranged in orderly divisions.

I knew this thought was absurd, yet I couldn’t help but entertain it. I didn’t even know why.

“Does Second Brother have any way to ease his headache? This is a tough hurdle for him. If not, then don’t let him regain his memory.” Mingtai was worried; he feared seeing Mingfan suffer from the pain most of all.

At this moment, Bing Gun had finished his ice pop. Ding Zhen handed him a handkerchief. Lan Yu was a bit surprised but accepted it, wiping his mouth before passing it on. He didn’t take it, so Lan Yu had to hold it himself.

Qi Xuanyi was now unleashing his full power. His sword aura was as towering as mountains and as vast as seas. The Mountain-Sea Sword Formation melded together, forming a colossal vortex around him. Within this swirling mountain-sea storm, Qi Xuanyi completely locked down the golden-armored puppet.

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Thus, Wang Xueli led three combatants, boarding a dark green war chariot, which soared into the air and headed deep into Wujiang City.

Seeing her clutching the photo upside down, dazed like a madwoman, the man in black snatched the photo away and waved them off, ordering them to leave and turn back.

Jiang Wei had surprisingly donned the company’s professional skirt suit, looking much “proper,” yet her proud figure remained unmistakable. The guests Zhao brought ogled her greedily, but she paid them no mind.

The next morning, Chen Minling took Zhao Yuhua to the courtyard to practice swordsmanship. Although their uncle and aunt hadn’t allowed Zhao Yuhua to cultivate, her innate talent was striking. Even Yuan De Daotong lamented that it was a pity she didn’t train. These days, Chen Minling trained Zhao Yuhua, and sure enough, she started to take on the form of a swordsman.

He couldn’t help but curse himself a despicable wretch, yet he didn’t realize that although he and Qian Yuping shared a “fusion destiny,” the time had not yet come—hence the repeated warnings from the Heavenly Pearl. This was fate, beyond his control.

At this moment, Yun Ji had just introduced his background. Though embarrassed, he was somewhat smug. But hearing everyone’s comments, he was instantly bewildered.

Lost deeply in cultivation, when he finally came to his senses, three days had already passed.