Why, after all, is it so?

He strolled out of the school; since Tong Ling had opened a dumpling restaurant called Sister-in-Law’s Flavor, it was the perfect opportunity to try it out.

Feeling the Wood Source Array, Yi Feng finally understood the power of this formation; the vitality consumed by engraving the array was now being replenished.

This trap had been set by Zi Feng before his demise, designed specifically to deal with them. Yet who would have thought that in less than two hours, he would break through the trap and escape.

Now Wang Zixuan was completely undone, laughing inexplicably for the third time, clutching her stomach and squatting on the ground. He Tingting and Qu Liangyin couldn’t hold back either; they followed Wang Zixuan into laughter. Nearby, Xiao Lu, Zuo Ming, Hao Ge, and others also couldn’t resist and joined in the laughter.

Though she had long known that, aside from Mu Ru Yue, no one else mattered much to this man, at such a moment, she still felt a heart-wrenching pain.

Mo Xiaosheng had no malicious intent in deceiving the Three-headed Flood Dragon; through contact, he had already grasped its personality.

“No, it must be taught in person. Remember, come back immediately after the meeting!” Li Zhi said sternly, showing no hint of jest.

Among these cultivators, the lowest level was the Six Harmonies Mirror, each radiating overwhelming momentum that filled the surroundings.

Just then, trouble arose—a diner finished their meal and wanted to pay, but a quarrel broke out over the bill.

In Zhangbei City’s underworld, Brother Xue, who had been quietly dominant for many years, fell in this way. His demise further cemented and amplified Chai Hua’s reputation as a bringer of misfortune; now, merely mentioning Chai Hua sent chills through the underworld of Zhangbei City.

“That scoundrel learning Drunken Milk Fist is indeed rare, but this fool… I don’t think he has much skill,” Er Gouzi remarked indifferently.

The issue with the sword technique was resolved; now only practice remained. As for the essence of combining seventy-nine punches of the Fuxi Fist into one, that awaited further refinement.

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This seemed the least fitting temperament for Duan Hong, yet it was happening to him now. Strangely, people witnessing this found it perfectly natural, not at all abrupt.

Wei Feifei hurriedly said that, combined, their group and Jiang Lushi’s numbered dozens. If so many people fought the “Chuang” troops, amidst a hail of bullets, non-combatants like Yue’er would find it difficult to stay safe.

Though teased a bit, Monkey Three let out a sigh and chirped twice, lifting the alarm.

After finishing, I quietly sat aside waiting, but nothing happened for a long time. Drifting in and out of sleep, I endured the cold wind through the night. Suddenly, a loud crash of breaking glass startled me awake. I glanced at the sky; it was nearly five in the morning.

The white-haired man remained utterly fearless; he had no idea what this spaceship was, mistakenly thinking it was another of Lu Yu’s contingency plans.

Who would be so bored as to disguise themselves as Murong Susu and sneak into the police station to steal Red Skull’s files?

Slowly, he finally recovered, but Yang Yiyun sensed something was amiss—his grip on the hand felt strange.

When Jun Qianxi and the others went to the Immortal Mansion, Mingxi City was divided into a main city and two subordinate towns, forming a triangular layout.

As long as they found the person, things would be easier; knowing who and what had happened during this period would clarify everything.

With such thoughts, she barely slept all night. At dawn, she opened her eyes, tended to Zhao Yuteng’s rising, helped him dress and wash, and after breakfast, sent him off.

Without needing to strike, he could conjure ice shards, showing his profound illusion skills, at least second level. They, mere warriors without illusion power, had no means to resist such a formidable opponent.

“Is that all you’ve got? Always thinking about eating—why not just turn into a pig? But this guy eats a lot and never seems to gain weight. How is that possible?”

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No wonder she could firmly hold the central palace position among thousands of concubines. Beyond the emperor’s favor, her own cunning and intellect were crucial.

Meanwhile, Yun Jingchu also got out of the car and walked to the Shen family’s vehicle, knocking on the window.

Half-lidded eyes concealed the raging murderous intent beneath as he slowly gathered his inner strength.

Whether Ren Ying’er or Yuan Qi benefited from their master-disciple bond—or suffered from it—was a matter for others to judge.

The rotating circular array continuously disturbed the surrounding space-time, resembling the intricate inner workings of a colossal clock.

The Wangyue side had concentrated 180,000 troops: eleven infantry divisions, two cavalry divisions, one artillery division, plus two full supply brigades. The commander was a long-renowned veteran.

The bar was filled with military enthusiasts—some chatting casually, others savoring their drinks alone, enjoying the atmosphere.

For Gu Chenlai, Jun Hui’s decade equaled his own ten days. Thus, he hadn’t changed much. Jun Hui’s stark contrast was what made him feel so unsettled.

Step by step, he climbed upward, seemingly without end. He Qingfan didn’t know how long he had walked, only that his sorrow grew deeper, as vivid images flashed through his mind. In a star cluster where countless suns converged, a top-tier emperor rose powerfully, leading millions of troops to conquer the universe.