Volume One, Chapter 70: The Seven Mysteries Sect Has Disbanded?!
“They’re out…”
Ji Die followed the old madman onto the altar at the last moment. After the sensation of his body being shifted, he found himself once again in the familiar hall. His curiosity about the old madman’s identity grew—he actually knew how to escape.
But just then, several gazes landed on the two who had suddenly appeared.
“A seventh-level Qi cultivator, and the one beside him… a mortal?! The Seven Mysteries Sect has already disbanded; where did they come from?”
The abrupt, unfamiliar voice snapped Ji Die back to reality. He swept his gaze over the hall, spotting the stone tablet that Zhou Xu and his group had brought earlier, as well as four unfamiliar faces. He was utterly confused!
These people were only…
A rich, mellow voice echoed as Chen Lie poured his heart into the song, its heavenly melody washing over the ears of three million live fans.
“If you’ve seen my work, you should know I command three thousand spells—not concrete manifestations, but exchanges,” Lin Mo spoke confidently, though inwardly helpless. As expected, the so-called [Source of Imagination] had its limits; the abilities originally described were greatly diminished, divine laws reduced to mere magic, all show and no substance.
At dusk, under the last glimmers of sunset, Lin Feng drove his BMW X6 to Kong Sheng’s doorstep, accompanied by Zhao Liying and Xi Xi, both dressed with care.
Chen Duo could feel it—she and Ye Cheng’s wife, Liu Zhaoqing, got along well, their minds often arriving at the same place.
To avoid the topic, he sidestepped the pleasantries and hurried Chen Lie into his private museum.
“The Angel has vanished,” Dalier exclaimed, flipping from his seat by the window to sit before Kuang San.
For the Iron-Blooded Swordmasters, the Qinhuai River was the most difficult place to land—a surprise to everyone.
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After a day of hard work, it turned out to be all for nothing. How could Li Guoping not be disappointed, not be angry?
At that moment, the world was eerily silent. Everyone felt cheated, their minds in utter chaos.
Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction. Compared to Sun Wutian’s Super Saiyan, Jiang Yuan was clearly stronger.
Gargorgon spun, whipping his long tail to force X back, then blue-white energy gathered swiftly in the two side heads, sending bolts of electricity toward X and Dimagorzan.
Impossible! The Controller cannot exist in this world; that path was severed, and no one can ascend to that realm.
“Haha! Monster, come claim your fate!” The Beast Transformation Pill’s effects lasted only an hour, but the Eagle Fort’s chief believed it wouldn’t take half a cup of tea’s time to slay the monster.
Even if he ignored the risk of exposing his own identity, he had to consider whether Asuna would believe him.
As Lin Tao’s gaze swept the crowd, it quickly settled on a tear-streaked face. No one knew if those tears were from joy or sorrow.
“Dong Jian went to the mountaintop cave to find Qin Baoyu, who’s undergoing arduous cultivation,” Wu Qianlian quickly replied.
The servants instantly fell silent, not daring to provoke Lin Tao, fearing a verbal lashing.
The Beast God Alliance’s leader still couldn’t fathom how someone as wise as Bai Ye could let Ling Xiao run amok.
Just as Dong Li basked in her own “formidable reputation,” nearly forgetting the day, Ruo Xuan seized the moment and finally slipped away unnoticed.
Wang Tianfeng never held back in moments of death—ruthless, he never joked about it. Yet Ming Fan had only learned half; Wang Tianfeng’s trials made him understand, but Ming Fan’s stubbornness left his teacher feeling helpless for the first time.
“That won’t do. Fate brought me to this car and saved my life; I have to repay you somehow. Give me your phone number—I’ve got something to do now, but I’ll call you later.” The roof was dented; though not serious, repairs would need a locator worth ten thousand.
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Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t watch her step. One foot plunged into a snowbank, and, failing to keep up, she tumbled headlong into the snow.
Shi Xiaofeng suddenly grew nervous, a strange excitement stirring, while Manager Fang remained utterly calm, chatting idly, never touching on work.
“Yufei, who gave you the right to decide? I’ve already chosen the bridesmaids and groomsmen myself. Why did you take it upon yourself to pick a brother? Go tell him you were just joking!” Unexpectedly, it was Liu Yufei’s father, and his tone was harsh.
Long You suddenly understood—Mother Qingshan had known he was her enemy all along, admired him, but never spoke it aloud.
The Jushi Village was built beside water and mountains, the rear called Huoba Mountain, later renamed Luoying Mountain, part of the Wuling range, rich in coal.
With the door closed, Shen Tong, Shu Ming, and Wu Yuan began their disguises. Shen Tong donned a beard and glasses.
After hearing the news, hope that had long been harbored collapsed in an instant. After all the hardship of finding the ancient Miao people, the final answer was that, due to tradition, they could not treat Qingxuan.
When the three survivors of the Iron Lady squad returned to the surface, the explosion in the fourth-floor cell had just finished. As the smoke cleared, no sound came from the corridor—everything was eerily silent.
“Am I pregnant?” someone said with a solemn face, raising a surprisingly serious question.
Standing before the dense network of caves, Doro’s heart skipped a beat, then settled completely.
“Boss! Their rocket launcher just fired a stink bomb outside the woods! Should we dig it up?” Ahu asked Lesha for instructions.
Even the most benevolent noble would struggle to keep a kind heart after losing eight thousand sheep. For the not-so-advanced animal husbandry of the Celtic Empire, a flock that could yield wool endlessly was tantamount to a gold mine.
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