Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Pavilion of a Thousand Gold and the Divine Martial Pill

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To survive, they cultivated rice, used digging sticks, made pottery, stone hoes, and shell knives, while also engaging in fishing, hunting, and gathering.

The tall man standing behind him made no move to stop this; in fact, his eyes held a touch of paternal tenderness.

Varuni floored the accelerator, pushing the truck to its absolute limit as it tore across the final kilometer of the bridge. Since Bart had already disabled the security system, the iron gate was now nothing more than a decoration, and the truck smashed right through the southern checkpoint.

She fell silent after saying this. On the display screen, Shi Tianci's face revealed not a single ripple of psychological change—this was a duel between two high-intellect minds.

I recognized that tiger as a formidable predator of the deep forest. Although I had never ventured out of the forest before, the education within my tribe had made me familiar with this creature.

Luoshang squatted on the grass outside, and Erxi mimicked her, squatting down right beside her.

"Good. Follow my orders in a moment." As she spoke, Su Jun returned to her cold demeanor.

Feier nodded and walked side by side with him. Shi Xiaofeng gently took her hand; she shuddered slightly, but did not pull away.

These two were Su Jun and Angela. Although neither of them wanted to attract too much attention, their stunning looks made it impossible to avoid the gazes of others. They might as well let them look—walk your own path and let others stare.

Despite achieving victory, the magical city was battered and bruised, having lost its former glory.

Indeed, during the scrimmage, He Yiming's shooting touch was phenomenal, going four for five in three minutes, hitting midrange jumpers as well, and scoring 30 points in that brief training session.

Corazon, that good-for-nothing older brother, was too deeply entangled with Doflamingo. If Doflamingo didn't die, Corazon would sooner or later become linked with him again.

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Stepping out of the hotel lobby, Lu Lu shook his head to clear his mind and calm his emotions. His fan value was now close to fifty million, bringing him one step closer to unlocking the livestreaming permissions for the next parallel world.

"When I came here last time, although those fish-men were somewhat afraid of humans, they were nothing like this. What on earth is going on?" Heracles asked with equal confusion.

Just as everyone was at their wits' end, Keyan produced a portrait and instructed them to record their jade talismans according to the appearance depicted on it.

He had stood vigil since last night and was bone-tired. No doubt the others were in no better shape; one only had to look at their bloodshot eyes to know they had stayed up all night, busy until this very moment.

To his surprise, however, the middle-aged man was exceptionally arrogant. He merely stared back coldly, uttering not a word, his narrow eyes faint with a hint of dangerous intent.

As long as you hold military power, the road ahead is long. Even if you Mojave people draft a constitution, what can it do?

Mandola's Tiger-Wolf Marine Corps, serving as frontline elite infantry, naturally stood guard before the artillery positions. Mandola was a veteran at suppressing Japanese military uprisings; however, he had only ever suppressed feudal-era Japanese soldiers in Japan—suppressing a modernized, firearm-wielding Japanese military was a first for him.

Currently, the three core executives of the Wold Pirates were: Sebastian the "Fish Giant" specializing in combat, Gairam the "Cube Fruit User" specializing in research, and Nagi the "Traditional Chinese Medicine Boxer" serving as the ship's doctor. If he also chose to join, he would likely do so in the capacity of head chef.

The underground passageways extended in all directions, looking very much like an abandoned subterranean laboratory.

Upon returning, Yue Yun went straight to Zhao Fuxin's room, where Zhao Fuxin was currently admiring his jade pendant at the table.

One could imagine that back in the day, Prince Qi Li Yuanji, who ruled over this place, must have maintained a certain number of palace guards. And the fact that Emperor Gaozu could comfortably place Li Yuanji in this position perhaps meant that among his three sons, Yuanji was the one he trusted the most.

After all, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, you certainly won't live past the fifth. If you forcibly save someone you are not supposed to save, you must forfeit a human life in exchange to the King of Hell—such is the law of balance in this world.

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Meanwhile, Xiahou Ce's mind was in a turmoil of thoughts. He stared at it for a long time before suppressing his emotions, retrieving a black sandalwood box, opening it, and placing the card inside. Four or five cards were already neatly resting within—all previously sent along by Song Yiyi when she brought meals, each one carefully collected by him.

"This... if you really want me to say it, it's just intuition... I feel certain we can find him!" Akame said with such earnestness that Mine and the others were momentarily stunned.

The Blue-Tooth Wood had already begun tunneling underground. Transforming into a two-meter-diameter, dozen-meter-long entity, it used its reservoir of spiritual energy to easily push aside the subterranean rock, literally carving out a passage beneath the earth.

The wet nurse looked in terror at the man before her. Although a faint smile hung on his face, his eyes were as black as obsidian, and a dangerous sense of oppression washed over her, instantly beading her forehead with a light sweat.

The old man emerged from somewhere unknown. It turned out that the village was frequently raided, so the village chief had led everyone to dig tunnels. Whenever danger approached, they would slip into the tunnels, which were ventilated, dry, and equipped with viewports to observe the outside.

As soon as Li Bin's voice trailed off, the Taoist priests in the square began whispering among themselves, murmuring and discussing animatedly.

"Father Chen knows my mind best. I'd like to ask, in or around Wenzhou, who makes the best dummy figures?" I asked hurriedly.

While speaking, he glanced around at the Imperial Academy scholars in the inn, only to find that everyone had stopped their discussion, fixing their eyes entirely on him and the fat, ten-pound rabbit in his hands.

Nanong Yu was utterly shocked. He hadn't expected so many people to emerge from all directions, and their intentions were clearly targeted directly at them. Nanong Yu's heart plunged to rock bottom—it seemed Ye Xiangtian had prepared this long in advance. In the capital, the only person capable of mobilizing so many people was Ye Xiangtian.

At this moment, Grandpa Gui, though looking elderly, was spirited and robust, with piercing eyes and boundless vitality, and was in high spirits.

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