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His lack of aptitude for cultivation had always been a thorn in Eleven’s heart, something he could never let go of.

The fourteen legions had half-encircled the star sector where the pawn was hiding, while the other half had formed a net, laying ambush after ambush along his escape route.

After hearing this, Shi Hao entered the General Administration Building of the Reception Platform, then went straight upstairs toward Mia Yun’s office.

Qing Wuchun shifted his foot. Golden light radiating from the spell formation poured into his body, and a gigantic fist shot from his hand.

The moment Lord Ghost Dao put forward his theory of prolonged warfare, the Cloudrest Universe Controller’s eyes lit up as though with a final burst of life, and he repeatedly applauded the idea. Darkson was equally stirred, his gloom swept away. He volunteered to serve as an envoy to the minor universes that harbored grudges against the invading minor universe, promising to complete the mission.

Shi Hao was in excellent physical condition, so he naturally took on the role of sparring partner. During combat, he demanded that everyone give their all, and without exception, he knocked them all to the ground.

“Cao Hong, you’re a cultivator. Is there any way to find the person controlling the venomous snakes?” Pei Linglong asked with a grave expression.

Ye Lingyue had been puzzled at first, but the moment she saw Ye Chenyu arrive as well, she immediately understood what Ye Hanyuan had meant.

Gu Fei was extremely displeased. He had finally encountered a classic on the Grand Dao of Space, only to have Sky River Instrument abruptly interrupt him.

Jin Man’er knew the truth, so she naturally supported her own side without reservation. Yun Jing had never had much contact with Tianchuan Fu or Rang Shengqiu, but even he could sense that the atmosphere was somewhat strained.

Tian Ze sighed softly. His palms gradually turned blue, while wisps of blue flame danced at the tips of his ten fingers.

“I’m Jin’er. I’m sixteen.” Jin Chu did not give the commissioner’s full name. The reason Luo Ling had been so certain that the commissioner had a destined partner was that she knew the commissioner’s name, the general location where they lived, and the exact time they had first left home.

Cultivating the physical body required not only enduring tedious, monotonous boredom, but also bearing the pain brought on by tempering the flesh.

They certainly could not take the chicken for nothing, but the vegetables were another matter. Most had been grown by the family themselves or gathered as wild greens from the mountain. Their value was relatively low, so accepting them felt much less troubling.

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Even so, Li’s parents still treated her coldly. They often mocked her with cutting remarks and reprimanded her at the slightest opportunity.

When he imagined the sizzling, glistening roasted meat he would soon be eating, he could hardly keep his mouth from watering.

Early the next morning, while Yuan Si was still asleep, the captain came over in person and delivered the two logs and ninety coins owed as compensation by Li Renzhong’s family. As for the earthenware jar, they would have to wait until market day to buy one.

Jin Ling said with a smile, “Brother Tang was the one who cured my illness. Otherwise, my father would have regretted it for the rest of his life.”

On the road, Xia Chuyi and Huo Shiqian walked ahead with their arms linked, while Peach followed at a distance, keeping watch.

Yuan Si did not see it that way. Her man’s fighting ability was indeed somewhat lacking. She would truly be uneasy if he went alone. If he failed to earn any money and ended up losing his life as well, it would hardly be worth it. She would feel safer accompanying him herself.

He had openly carried the bride away at his wedding and even impersonated a member of the Xiao family to make him curry favor with them. The humiliation had struck Xiao Zhenglong so painfully that he was determined to capture them at any cost—not to mention the importance Li Xueqian held in his heart.

Feeding on the living was something he had never experienced before, and he felt instinctively repelled by it. Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yang forcibly withdrew the black tentacles produced by the Soul-Devouring Art. Each tentacle, stained with crimson blood, vanished into his body.

“It’s astonishingly powerful. I’m afraid that if we want to defeat it, we’ll have no choice but to reforge the Four-Sided Jade,” Qianye Jinfeng suggested.

When Shui Xianghan saw that Chu Yuan had awakened, she sprang before him. With a wave of her hand, Chu Yuan felt a sudden chill throughout his body as a stream of ice-cold water battle power swept over him. In the next instant, the battle power that had been sealed away was restored.

“Wait a moment!” Qingyue said. She walked over to a corner of the wall, removed the object hanging there, and immediately revealed a hole the size of a thumb.

“C-Commander, Commander Mo Wuer sent me to tell you that the Han army is setting up camp right beside ours. This will restrict our cavalry’s movements, so we should attack before they finish establishing their camp.” At last, the messenger had the chance to finish relaying Mo Wuer’s words.

“Wait until tomorrow morning. Just you wait, hmph!” After saying this, she returned to her room, leaving behind the heavy sound of the door being locked.

“Oh, my dear Snake Brother, your little sister is truly sorry. I accidentally struck that handsome, lovable face of yours! It must be burning with pain, right? Come, come, let your little sister blow on it.” As she spoke, the Heartstealer blew lightly toward her right hand. A faint, alluring fragrance drifted forth and coiled toward the Snake King.

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Wei Changfeng pushed his long sword sideways, knocking Mo Wuer’s blade aside. Before he could withdraw his sword, Mo Wuer’s blade had already come crashing down again.

Next, under Zhao San’er’s guidance, Constable Zhang led twenty soldiers, along with Qingyue, Qing Bao, and Tang Jian, following Zhao San’er toward the remote river in the rear mountains beyond Phoenix Town.

“Who did you say was uncultured?” Han Li truly had not expected those words to come from Chen Wei’s mouth, much less to be directed at her.

Breaking through realms—and not merely crossing one ordinary boundary, but the gulf between the Tiger and Ghost ranks—was not unheard of in history. Yet such cases were exceedingly rare, scarcely more than a handful, unless one counted the era of the Most Holy Primordial Teacher, when heroes had appeared in profusion.

Lu Yan could not help sighing inwardly. The entertainment industry truly was a place that devoured people without even spitting out the bones. She had only been on set for three days, yet so many disasters had already occurred.

Yixin grew anxious when Jia Yifan failed to return. Seeing how worried she was, Wuming’er became anxious as well. Wuming’er kept darting up and down the tree by the entrance, yet Jia Yifan’s shadow never appeared.

Even if Chen Wei sang beautifully, so what? Could everyone really risk offending him just to applaud?

A vein twitched on Gu Mingzhe’s forehead. Suppressing the urge to throw a punch, he patiently took out his phone and called Han Liu.

She did not know what to say either. Her emotional intelligence had never been particularly high, and now she simply fell silent.

“My lord, I saw those two heading into the building just now, but they have already abandoned their physical bodies,” the ghost messenger said ingratiatingly.

Yan Yiran nodded and took several steps back. Watching the rainwater covering that handsome face, she found his bedraggled appearance bewildering. Could it be that things were not as she had imagined? Was he actually the one who cared more about her?

“Why did you agree to take part in this competition?” Jiang Si asked, propping his head lazily on one hand and tilting it as he looked at him.

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