Volume 1, Chapter 57: Cousin, Let's Go Home

To enter the Pingtian Academy, the most fundamental prerequisite is that one's cultivation level must not be lower than the Innate Spiritual Realm. Furthermore, candidates must be under thirty years of age.

Dajin was startled by my frantic appearance and hurriedly grabbed me to steady me. "What's wrong? Little brother, were you too stimulated by something? It's fine... life is long..." He muttered words of comfort to me, and even tried to pat my head.

With this thought in mind, sure enough, when Lihan condensed his vortex of vital energy once more, it became much easier. Even without consuming that final pellet of Grotto-Heaven True Qi Pill, Lihan was already able to rely on his own strength to gradually shape a rudimentary prototype.

"Anyone who wants to touch Brother Xie must first crawl over my dead body!" Lan Qiongcan shouted in a resonant voice, brimming with righteousness. Knowing that Sect Master Dan Junhao held Xie Tingfeng in extremely high regard, he refused to allow anyone to harm the youth.

Several months later, the battle between the man and the monstrous beast finally drew to a close. Accompanied by a piercing, miserable scream, the fatal weakness of the monster was severed by the man. After struggling for a brief moment, the creature finally lost its breath completely, dissolving into ash that scattered across mid-air.

As everyone knows, although there are countless sword techniques in the world, they ultimately converge on a single point, all striving toward the Dao.

After freshening up, the three of us rushed to the Regent Hotel in the city. This was the only high-end hotel in town, and the last time I had been there was when Dajin treated me right after my release from prison.

Chu Chen's gaze narrowed slightly. Moreover, this was no ordinary swordsman; with a mere wave of his hand, sword qi projected outward. Diyan had already fused sword intent completely with his own body—in other words, he had attained the realm of the sword and the wielder becoming one.

"Break for me!" Kui Yuantai's eyes narrowed, flashing with a fierce and ruthless glint. Facing Chu Chen's ferocious, killing sword strike, he refused to yield an inch.

However, this cultivation technique required daily bathing of the body in turtle blood, alongside the regular consumption of spirit turtle meat to nourish oneself, and the turtles had to be of a considerable age. Such demands placed an immense burden on resource consumption; otherwise, one could never master that unshakeable, immovable realm of stability akin to the vast earth and unmoving mountains.

In truth, even when Cui Shao, the nephew of Minister Cui, was appointed as the Prefect of Xuanzhou, the local military issues in Xuanzhou remained unresolved. Presently, thanks to Cui Shao's strenuous efforts, the Xuanzhou garrison had merely grown by a couple of hundred men.

Therefore, he agreed to break up with Shen Yunshu, and under the fervent pleas of his mother and the tearful entreaties of Shen Yunxiu, he consented to be with Shen Yunxiu.

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Yet one thing she was certain of: the two individuals who had tripped her just now were undoubtedly fans of Lu Nianxin.

A large part of the reason he agreed to help the Xia family cure Elder Xia was because of Xia Yu.

Should Li Yun achieve prosperity in the future, the Zhuo family, by following his lead, would have no need to worry about matters concerning farmland whatsoever.

If given the chance to choose all over again, Qin Cheng would definitely never choose to be with someone like Li Ping.

Even if Li Yun mustered all of his troops, at best he would only be able to clash with the vanguard of the Pingtian Army, and in all likelihood, they wouldn't even match up to the enemy's vanguard.

Given Jin Cheng's current high-spirited and deeply confident state of mind, it was obvious that he could not be persuaded.

"Rats are actually capable of doing such things!" Ye Chui stared in utter astonishment. He had never heard of rats directly gnawing through a large tree before. However, before the apocalypse, ordinary rats lacked subjective intent, so why would they chew through a big tree for no reason? Their gnawing power was indeed terrifyingly astonishing.

"My dear, genuine leather is divided into top-grain and split leather. What you are referring to is top-grain, and what I mentioned is split leather, but both are undoubtedly genuine leather." The seller's attitude softened slightly.

Steeling herself and bracing to endure yet another round of unwarranted grievance, she dialed Teacher Gu's phone. After many rings, the call was finally answered. "Hello, who is this?" Elder Gu's deep voice came through the receiver.

However, now was not the time to celebrate. All these wonderful prospects were built entirely upon the premise of successfully inviting Mu Haoxuan to make an appearance on their radio program this time around.

Seeming to guess the lingering doubts within his old subordinate's heart, Hong Kui shook her head, though it was inconvenient for her to reveal too much.

He knew that this younger cousin of his did not hold him in particularly high regard, but as the elder brother, he could not afford to abandon his dignity.

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"Preposterous!" Mei Lin's face darkened. Her original intention was to have the clockwork fairies cease their attacks and lower the airship to rescue Vansak as well. After all, they had all entered together, and personal grudges should not supersede the bigger picture. She had never expected Vansak to act with such utter lack of reason.

"You didn't pay attention before, but he's actually quite formidable. His gnawing ability is definitely extraordinary," Ye Chui explained.

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"Master, don't..." the Iron-Blood Great Emperor shrieked. Just as he attempted to flee, he felt a chilling sensation engulf his entire body, his consciousness plunging into a daze as he completely lost control of his own physical form.

"We cannot be careless. You must be sure to rest more and take care of yourself—the body is no laughing matter!" Wang Panshi earnestly admonished.

Long Ziyan's feigned arrogant expression was caught by Dong Yinan and Li Qiguang, and the moment he turned around, they burst into uproarious laughter.

From the perspective of the merchants in the Southeast Consortium, the coastal regions held far greater advantages than the interior provinces, whether in terms of human resources, financial capital, or international connections. Consequently, the central government's approach of showing favoritism inevitably drew whispered grievances from the merchants.

Wei Yang had not expected this Sakunta to possess such a gossipy streak either. Shaking his head, he stepped out the door as well, feeling quite pleased that things had been resolved with such unexpected simplicity.

As for the clamoring scholars and commoners gathered outside the gates, these inspectors who answered directly to the Cabinet could not be bothered to pay them any mind.