Volume 1, Chapter 31: Brainwashing at the Bar

He and Xia Minglei both possessed the appearances of upright gentlemen, but they knew well enough what lay beneath; they were hardly virtuous men, or they would never have been "exiled to the frontier" by their families.

At this moment, as Wang Zhi spoke of Xu Wan'er, her graceful silhouette and her peerless, devastating beauty immediately surfaced in his mind.

At the final moment, the King of Muzhen successfully rushed to the trans-temporal device and vanished from the spot alongside the researchers.

A jar of water was precious, but if it could be exchanged for a peaceful life ahead, they were all willing to provide it.

To everyone’s surprise, not only did he succeed, but he had become so formidable, displaying an endless array of strange and powerful methods that left onlookers in awe.

He was considered the leader of the thugs in Seven Heroes Town, and ordinary people dared not provoke him. Chen Risong had assumed his father wanted to invite Li Zhuzi to help intimidate Song Yang.

After all, those who frequented a place like Panjiayuan were mostly wealthy and powerful; they would never dream of wasting money on a pile of fakes to fool people.

Just as Qin Feng began to feel a sense of disappointment, his gaze was suddenly drawn to an unremarkable black-skinned rough stone in the corner.

People in this era were simple and warm-hearted; when encountering such situations, few would stand by and watch coldly, so Wen Xi was not wrong in her assessment.

Although everything had been arranged, those two blockheads were indeed at risk of suffering a cultivation deviation.

Ultimately, it was the Empress Dowager's command, so Ye Ninglan complied. Without a word, she knelt on the bluestone slab outside, her face set in a stubborn expression.

Suddenly, the boiling magma pool erupted with a pillar of molten rock. Ye Chen squinted and saw an object glistening and rotating atop the pillar.

Cai Yu’s beautiful eyes blinked slightly, a hint of strangeness flashing through them. She was quite confident in her own beauty, especially since she had practiced a few charm techniques herself.

The speaker was a young man in his early twenties with a flat-top haircut; he had handsome features and a slender build. In one hand he held a blue flying sword, and in the other, a mirror. Both items radiated brilliant spiritual light, clearly extraordinary magical artifacts. It was no wonder he could single-handedly slay this seventh-rank demonic beast.

The giant dragon had already lost all hope, but when Meng Yu temporarily ceased her attack due to Shang Xin’s shout, it looked toward Shang Xin with gratitude, even though it could not understand what he was saying.

Before arriving, Mu Yang had already gathered information. This emperor, named Pang Gao, was said to be at the ninth level of the Spirit Vein Realm. However, Mu Yang felt he had already ascended to the Spirit Wheel Realm; that aura unique to the Spirit Wheel Realm could not escape his senses, though it remained somewhat volatile, suggesting a very recent breakthrough.

"Understood," Canaan nodded, then looked back at Rolf’s Niffler. It was tilting its head, staring blankly at Canaan, wondering what it might be thinking.

"Where?" Mu Xiao’s spirit stirred. Ning Ze had helped him many times in the past; if he were in distress, Mu Xiao would have to do his utmost to rescue him.

Tian Mumu knew her master had returned. She had kept watch over Xiyan, never closing her eyes. Because Xiyan had consumed too much wine, the delayed effect had hit her, and she had fallen asleep the moment she returned.

Tong Wanxin was startled by the sudden sound; she feared her flower-picking had been witnessed, as the flowers in this imperial palace were far too precious.

Being able to escape a lethal trap designed by ten Dream-level powerhouses certainly involved a stroke of luck, but it also gave him a glimpse of the dawn of tempering and evolving his Indestructible Golden Body.

The only change was that the wheel body began to emit wisps of silver light, which, combined with the complex and profound patterns on its surface, detached like physical matter and condensed in mid-air into a giant face.

Late that night, after Li Yihang finished his cultivation session, he suddenly heard whispering in the next room. He was staying next to the group of guests from the south. For some reason, a gossiping urge struck him; he crept to the wall, pressed his ear against it, and channeled his internal energy to listen intently to their conversation.

Unlike the last time he entered the Jing'an Tower, Ye Zi discovered as soon as he stepped inside that he had been separated from the others.

Li and Gao were both masters of internal arts; within the seven or eight hours of their unconsciousness, their physical strength and internal energy had been able to recover rapidly.

Before the words had faded, the phantom of the old man began to twist, transforming into a stream of light that circled Mu Tian before finally wrapping around him like a suit of armor.

In the residence of the Left Grand Preceptor of the Great Chu Kingdom, Qin Feng looked at Qi Buping, who lay dying on the bed, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.

Zhao Fu led the way, with Sun Chengpu following behind. After turning through several rooms, Sun Chengpu arrived before a greyish door in the backyard.

"Has everyone rested? If you have, let’s prepare to cross this corridor filled with fire traps," Blair said.

In the distance, the remaining four Earth-Fiend Demon Dragon corpses and the Blue-Robed Charm Ghost sacrificed their lives, acting with reckless abandon solely to obstruct Master Liekong.

The deacon responsible for staying behind and activating the defensive formation immediately followed his instructions, opening the first layer of the Cangyun Sect’s grand protective formation.

"This is a Spirit-Channeling Magnetic Field; naturally, there is no problem," Bai Libai said with a confident smile. At this moment, he displayed a rare silhouette, a temperament that combined confidence, arrogance, and detachment.

Yulong shifted from his previous glare to a cold sneer, "Of course, and I wouldn't want him either." The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

No one knew the state of their hearts when Meng Nan brought out the Nether-Blood Flower and told them it could enhance a martial artist’s potential.

Ye Kong watched for a long while and realized this was a protective formation, using the natural spiritual energy of the valley as its root to provide power and maintain the integrity of the entire array.