Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Dramatic Little Sister Makes Her Entrance

"Are we going to cross this forest?" Ilona deduced that the forest was vast; at an ordinary person's pace, it would take at least two days to walk through it.

"Do you know why this soul artifact can be used by cultivators of all levels?" Zhou Wutian did not answer the question directly, but instead asked another one.

Liu Dingtian's other leg still stood stubbornly, though it trembled violently. Veins bulged on his forehead, twitching continuously, and his back was already slightly damp with sweat.

Young Master Wang would never take a mere stone seriously. With a cold snort from his nose, an attendant beside him grabbed Stone by the collar and tossed him aside.

Gradually, more and more grilled skewers were piled onto the coffee table. Estimating that it was about enough, I finally sat down completely and started chatting idly with them.

"Could it be that Organization X has called off today's terrorist attack?" Yun Chen asked with some doubt.

"Well, I suppose this works... but can you hold on?" Rhine was gripping both of their ankles at this moment. Although they felt a bit of pain, continuing like this was far more grueling for Rhine.

Right then, above the Hall of Spiritual Immortals, a rift of an opening descended from the heavens with a howling roar. A yellow palace seal—meaning the sect master's seal, the palace seal, which was the successor to the Divine Turning Pearl, representing the replacement and the ancestral spirit tablet of the sect master's void—shot forth from the void and instantly appeared in Duyuan's hand, who then handed it over to Chu Yue.

The gravity of the mainland vanished instantly. I landed on a ten-meter-long fragment of the continent and coughed up another large mouthful of blood.

"Young master, should we continue forward?" The burly man stopped the carriage and asked, raising his head. Because his build was so massive, he practically occupied the entire driver's seat, and with Lady Luo and her younger brother inside the carriage, Zhou Wutian had no choice but to sit on top of the roof.

Meanwhile, Jia Zheng, who was entertaining male guests in the Rongxi Hall, had originally expected Jia Cong to come and meet the guests upon his return. Instead, hearing the news that Jia Cong was wailing loudly in the mourning hall, he hurriedly sent word to Lady Wang, asking her to go and comfort him.

Jiang Changan was also stunned and frozen in place. Not even growth hormones or grafting could produce a python of this magnitude! It was fully three circles larger than the millennium flood dragon he had encountered at the bottom of the Moonlit Lake in Jiangzhou.

They were all residents of Yezhou. Even if they had long since ceased to live there, in some past stretch of time, they had peacefully dwelt in this place, much like the several cities the alchemist had passed through before.

Han Sanping offered just these two casual words of commentary, then tilted his head back and chugged his beer.

Good grief, I actually went and twisted a boy's head—and I've only known him for a single day. Am I out of my mind?

"Can I not answer?" Ji Meina asked with a wronged expression, putting on a pitiful look that made it practically impossible for anyone to refuse any of her demands.

In order to get ahead, he committed extremely vile acts without the slightest hesitation, indulged his subordinates in unbridled looting, and controlled administrators to serve him.

Fine, fine, fine. They always say "like father, like son," but since fate decided to saddle my old man with another old man above him, I suppose I'll just have to grin and bear it.

Dongfang Yunyang guessed to himself. Pondering this scenario, he couldn't help but harbor some thoughts: if a merchant vessel encountered some trouble, would he gain some renown if he stepped in to lend a helping hand?

Jia Cong led Yingchun, Tanchun, Xichun, Xiangyun, Xing Xiuyan, Miaoyu, and others out of the Shoushan Palace. Joined by their respective maids and the palace attendants waiting from the East Palace, the grand procession swelled to numbering in the hundreds.

He realized what was happening and raised his head in despair. He saw that the hidden mechanisms in the ceiling of the annular corridor had been activated; the concealed panels slowly slid open, and heavy machine guns slid down.

With a 60% degree of damage, Nie Fenghua herself probably wouldn't dare guarantee a complete restoration even if she came in person.

Suddenly, several slow, massive vibrations brought Lu Li's movements to a halt. The vibrations were exceptionally heavy and deep, sounding precisely like footsteps. Accompanying the sound was a ferocious and violent gale.

He meticulously washed every single finger, including the bloodstains lodged between his nails. He knew his father disliked a filthy person, and an aristocrat should pay attention to his personal appearance at all times.

It was only then that the sedan car following behind finally ground to a halt. Meanwhile, the bodyguards previously hired by Yamamoto Ichiro immediately rushed out from the vehicles. Scanning their surroundings with utmost vigilance, they sprinted toward Yamamoto Ichiro and the others.

Sun Bailu asked the vendor to open it up, inserted the straw, and instead of drinking, just held it in her hands all the way to Old Du's place.

Once the banquet concluded, he drove home dead drunk and crashed both himself and his car into the reef. When he was found the next day, his corpse was already cold.

When Gu Gu returned, people were astonished. They could never have imagined that Gu Gu could go to that place and actually return alive.

Number Three's heart grew increasingly cold, and a bone-chilling murderous intent slowly seeped out from his body.

He thought to himself, could it be that Shen Qielan saw no major progress since his entry into the Zou residence, and simply decided to write him off as a discarded pawn, handing him over to these two as an outlet for their anger?

Because beast transformation came at the cost of consuming a beastman's bloodline, and the vital essence consumed in each transformation took at least a year to recover, beastmen would never transform lightly unless absolutely necessary.