Volume One, Chapter 47: The Chess Player, the First-Birthday Choosing Ceremony, Victory or Defeat

However, those two snow wolves did not seem to appreciate the gesture. At that moment, I had not released my Dao energy, so the snow wolves had no idea of my true strength and lunged fiercely toward me.

"What do you think of the land you inspected today?" Cheng Bin finally found a moment to ask Lichun and the others about their trip outside the city.

A wave of shock washed over Li Feng. This news was nothing short of a bombshell, dealing him the most devastating blow imaginable—far heavier than the shock of encountering an immortal here just moments ago.

I touched my chest and shook my head, saying it didn't hurt. She then asked if I wanted to eat something. Feeling a bit hungry by then, I said I would like some congee, so she called Zhuque and asked her to buy a bowl.

His face began to shift and distort; his mouth stretched out dramatically, and black hairs sprouted one by one across his skin. I knew he had already transformed into the sugar doll. The sugar doll stared blankly at me, its eyes filled with panic.

Blackie let out a cold snort and demanded that I carry him as we walked, complaining that the weather was simply too hot. I checked the time; it was already ten o'clock in the morning. It seemed I really had wasted a considerable amount of time here.

"You elders flatter me too much. Han is merely fortunate to have crossed paths with this opportunity. Furthermore, as an honorary elder of the Blood Mist Valley, it is only right that Han contributes a fraction of his strength to the valley," Han Long said nonchalantly.

If he was a high-ranking military official, given his status, how could he possibly not have known the news of my master's impending departure a year ago?

The suffocation deprived my brain of oxygen. My vision began to blur, yet the searing pain radiating from my neck continuously stimulated my neural pathways.

"Brother Tian, are you planning to head straight to the Southern Territory, or return to the Xiao family first? Or perhaps go back to the Evil Fiend Sect?" Ling Yueling asked after stepping out of the spatial teleportation array.

Hearing the commotion from the front of the shop, Ada wore a wide smile, assuming a customer had finally come to purchase a magical artifact.

Several heavily armed attack helicopters hovered in the sky one kilometer away from Jiang Liushi, their nose-mounted weaponry flashing with fire.

She felt she had recovered enough, but Meng Xinghan insisted that she continue recuperating and forbade her from getting out of bed to walk around.

On the fifth-floor waiting and training hall, a fifty-year-old male cultivator sat near the hall counter. Liuyu stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Senior, I wish to practice in a first-class training room. How many high-grade stellar origin divine crystals must I prepay?"

The battalion commander had asked many people. Some answered directly, others casually, but every single one of them answered the question immediately.

"Sister-in-law, that form of address seems quite correct, doesn't it?" Zhao Tuo poked his chin toward Gu Bei, and Nuonuo turned to look at Gu Bei as well.

Far away in the stone forest, his mother Li Yuling watched the program and was overjoyed. She called Gu Bei and said, "My son, you were wonderful; you've brought honor to your mother again."

I sighed and had to let the matter drop. Ding Hanyuluo was far too weak, which explained why she was bullied wherever she went—it was truly heartbreaking. However, I didn't need to worry about Zhuque; since she had volunteered to help, she surely had her own methods. As for that man, if he dared to harbor any improper intentions, he probably would have been slapped across the face long ago.

Meanwhile, the brown bear let out a furious roar and lunged forward with wide-open arms. His forearms alone were thicker than other people's thighs. His favorite tactic was to crush opponents in a bear hug until they were squeezed to death, their very eyeballs popping out of their sockets.

The year 1996 passed amidst such turmoil, and in the blink of an eye, 1997 had arrived.

When he emerged from the prince's residence, it was already dark. Wu Hui now held two new items in his hands: an official appointment letter issued by the Governor of Shuntian Prefecture, and the tally badge of the Chief Constable.

Yet this sentiment lasted for a mere twenty seconds before Jiang Hua was forced to return to reality.

The steady patter of dripping water echoed through the silent depths, producing a chilling sound. Every single drop felt like a death summons from the underworld, making one's hair stand on end.

Shen Yan was momentarily stunned and turned to look at his third elder brother. He saw Shen Li frowning slightly, a faint sense of unease lingering in his heart.

Ren Guangbi was dead. Someone he had spent days with had departed just like that, silently and without a trace, never to return.

"The village head will definitely come. How could the village head possibly miss Mr. Hu's invitation?" Yamamoto Village Chief laughed heartily, seizing the opportunity to mingle with the elites of East Capital and lay a solid foundation for his future network.

The secret cave was dry, spacious, and brightly lit everywhere. Thus, even when walking deep into the cavern, it remained as luminous as daylight.

"The Ultimate Passage! Could that passage be of the same type as the sword rain and meteor passage in the Sword Mound Abyss?" While flying, Lin Feng recalled the memory fragments left behind by Rufei in his mind.

Such gluttony truly left everyone dumbfounded, which was immediately followed by a barrage of verbal abuse and unanimous personal attacks directed at Wu Gezhou.

"Fine, I will grant your wish!" Ling Litian declared, suddenly channeling ninety percent of his celestial spirit liquid from his dantian. His aura surged overwhelmingly as he threw a punch straight at Liuyu.

The former underground casino was naturally gone, replaced now by a three-story department store.

Regrettably, after a mere five or six minutes, Wang Yayan returned to the meeting room with a look of utter despair. The moment Murong Ying saw her expression, she knew what had happened—it turned out their Yu Group still had a card up its sleeve; it seemed she had been outmaneuvered.

Furthermore, the fatty possessed supernatural attacks, a fact that left Li Yi feeling utterly helpless. More importantly, if this continued, Li Yi was bound to lose. The sonic attack's effects accumulated with every use, and Li Yi had no idea which time he would no longer be able to withstand it.

This person was far too arrogant. If the Lords of the Three Realms weren't bound by restrictions, he would have been obliterated long before he could make a move, let alone the existence of figures like the Lord of the Demon Realm. What a haughty and arrogant fool.

Yang Jiakai did not forget to turn his head and toss a remark to one of the thugs whose injuries weren't too severe. His tone was exceptionally gentle, as if he were discussing something completely ordinary with the man.

Fortunately, Li Yi retained his sanity and, after a long struggle, finally managed to regain control of himself. Otherwise, he might have gone mad with joy in the end, and there was no telling whether a clone doll could have saved him if he had lost his mind.

"Brother Yi, are we just going to abandon this place?" Ye Peng's reluctance was plain to see on his face without him even needing to speak.

Secondly, if he truly offended her because of this, he would likely suffer endlessly during his time in the laboratory.

Master glared at me and said, "What do you know? Investigating a matter doesn't always require delving into its deepest core, especially in situations like this where entry is utterly impossible. As long as you find related clues, a single bowl of water and a divination can reveal seventy to eighty percent of the truth."

Or rather, you could make them cry if you wanted them to cry, and make them laugh from the bottom of their hearts if you wanted them to smile.

The man outside seemed to be methodically, step by step, unhurriedly dismantling his shikigami. Although shikigami were troublesome to deal with, the opponent appeared endlessly patient. What was most infuriating was that the adversary would periodically harass him verbally, disparaging Great Japanese Onmyoji as nothing special after all.