Chapter 51 Woodcarving

"Ah! Senior brother, I'm leaving first. Being with you completely ruins my previously good mood," the middle-aged man in linen said with a huff of annoyance. With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and left.

Could it be that his previous evaluation of Ye Xuan was still too low, falling far short of what Ye Xuan was truly capable of?

The six figures were forced to first intercept the blade light, while Jiang Yuan, employing the Shadow Step, had already materialized behind one of the clones. His long blade drove straight into the clone's body, shattering it instantly.

Aside from the Bai Yi and Bai Yao sisters, the only living souls left on the Great Snow Mountain were the three Taoist priests from the Nine Yang Temple, Grandmaster Fu, the Yeti, and myself.

After twenty minutes of relentless pestering and cajoling, beneath the warm, pale-yellow glow of the lights, Qin Ming finally achieved his heart's desire.

When Liang Shifa stepped outside, his clothes were soaked through with sweat. Alongside the lingering fear of having cheated death, there was also a surge of excitement and secret elation.

He had assumed Lin Yu still couldn't get past his own mental barrier—after all, being unable to avenge one's own son was a deeply painful ordeal.

He never expected such a coincidence, finding his gaze locked directly with that of Lin Ling.

This was actually designed for easy identification of one's identity during peacetime, and for recognizing the wounded or fallen on the battlefield, making it simpler to collect the bodies and notify their families.

Who else could it be other than Zhao Shuqing, the man so overjoyed to see Wang Chunlin regain consciousness? Zhao Shuqing's complexion was also somewhat pale, clearly having worried a great deal over Wang Chunlin.

There was not a shred of excitement in Nolan's heart. These walking corpses were his ultimate trump card; if Rollins possessed any means to counteract them, he stood no chance of winning.

"No matter what, we need to find Qianqian a husband. If she keeps acting up like this, there's no telling what kind of trouble she'll stir up next," Prefect Jia sighed, shaking his head.

Of course, Miaomiao would never admit that she was worried about Wang Peng's state of mind. Her primary fear was that an idle Wang Peng would find time on his hands, stumble upon her secret chamber, and ultimately derail the boss's master plan.

A nameless wave of pity welled up in Jia Qianqian's heart. Beneath that icy exterior of Long Xiao, just how much hidden gentleness remained?

Yanjun let out a sigh of relief and shot Zhenrong a reproachful glare. Zhenrong stuck out her tongue, not daring to utter such words within the Hall of Gathering Jades ever again.

"A servant from the Zhao family? Your Zhao family really is wealthy; even a servant drives a Lamborghini," Ji Mo gave her a sideways glance.

In Yanjun's mind, she already belonged to the Lian family; the wedding was merely a final formality. Yet with her household registration still delayed, she couldn't help but fear complications.

As they spoke, the disciples of the Immortal Dao Academy burst into uninhibited laughter, acting as if no one else was around. To be honest, there was very little in this mortal realm that they could actually deign to look upon.

They bantered back and forth about this and that. The more Yanjun listened, the more awake she became, unable to return to sleep. Suddenly, three rhythmic knocks sounded against the window. Mistaking it for tree branches tapping in the breeze, she waited a moment, only for the three knocks to ring out once more.

Just how deep was the enmity between himself and the Heavenly Gods? It seemed every single cycle of his reincarnation was dedicated to ascending to the heavens to seek vengeance against them, only to be utterly destroyed by them time and time again.

The four-eyed youth immediately wore a look of envy. Generally, those who entered Class One were disciples of top-tier aptitude, possessing a Star Root of at least Medium Grade or higher.

At the final four words, Long Yu intentionally heightened his tone with nervous tension, only to hear Ouyang Hua say, "I appreciate your good intentions, but I am now the master of Comet Peak. When Shushan faces such a catastrophe, how can I stand by with folded arms? Your grandfather is right; you should hurry down the mountain as well."

Wrong! Wasn't Yu Fei the one who was injured? Why is Yu Fei supporting Tiantian instead? The thought merely flashed through Longyang's mind without him dwelling on it.

Sensing the dense earth-attribute spiritual energy in the air, a layer of undisguisable excitement bloomed across Ye Zhiyun's face.

Gu Qing and the two others gave chase, landing close behind, and stared in confusion at the Spirit Demon, eager to see what on earth he was up to.

Time is the most powerful force in the world; it can pulverize the mightiest fortress and obscure the most glorious of pasts.

She turned her body around, locking her eyes onto Lin Jingyi's, having heard once that eyes never lie.

Next came several rather strange garments, resembling space suits yet not entirely the same. In his mind, space suits ought to be extraordinarily intricate and complex apparatuses, yet the ones before him, aside from their slightly peculiar designs, were as ordinary as could be.

Pity that his cultivation was insufficient. Had the academy dean been present here, he would have undoubtedly witnessed Yang You radiating a blaze of merit as bright as the midday sun.

"Big Brother Stone is going to take Nizi to buy lots and lots of things! Sister, do you also study at Nameless Academy? Nizi studies there too, so why have I never seen you before?" Nizi asked earnestly.

Liu Mingchong took a slap to the face and flew into a blind rage, cursing, "Stinking bitch, how dare you hit me!" He launched a kick straight toward Su Xiaoxiao. But how could he possibly match Su Xiaoxiao in combat? With his bodyguards nowhere in sight, Su Xiaoxiao grabbed his incoming stinking foot and gave it a swift yank, sending him crashing heavily to the floor.

Yet regime leaders with scrambled brains always manage to overlook this issue—though in the case of some nations, it is simply due to a lack of history.

"Oh, what's all the commotion gathered here for? Is something lively happening?" A frivolous and unbridled voice drifted over.

This reasoning was something Jiang Gao had never anticipated. Still, why would he choose to wade into muddy waters unless there was something wrong with his head?

Xie Liuying instantly drew in a sharp breath, forcing all her emotions down. She had already exposed her "name," expecting this fellow to show curiosity and ask who she was, or perhaps... exchange a few words to grow closer. Instead, he had stubbornly declared he didn't recognize her.

When Zhu Yanman arrived at the restaurant, she found the waiters and manager huddled in a circle by the window.

Xie Liuying lifted her gaze as the pale light of early dawn pierced through the paper window, brushing gently across her brow.

Under extreme circumstances, if human consciousness is sufficiently concentrated, it can even neutralize the impact effect, turning the tables to inflict damage upon the attacking resentment ghosts.

As the paper money in the paper parcel gradually burned to ashes, a sudden gale whipped up outside, shrouding the sky in dark clouds and flashing lightning, while raindrops the size of bullets hammered against the earth.

The maidservant brought out two plates of pastries and set them on the tea table. Their appearance was indistinguishable from those made by the chef himself, prompting Prince Jing's eyes to widen in genuine astonishment.

When he had departed, the Black Bear Demon had offered a veiled reminder to linger a while longer in the Nanzhan Buzhou continent. Clearly, he was aware that Buddhism was secretly supporting the Golden-Winged Great Peng, instigating internal strife among the demons of the Xiniu Hezhou continent. He had hoped to steer him clear of the feud between the Bull Demon King and the Golden-Winged Great Peng, sparing him from becoming mere cannon fodder in their conflict.

Though viewed from the grand perspective, launching a campaign for the sake of an imperial prince—even the most promising one—was an act of extreme irrationality, many matters in this world cannot be measured by mere reason alone.