Chapter 36

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The chief of Kunlun Void, Mo Yuan, had forged a magical fan and intended to select its rightful owner from among the disciples. At this moment, the Divine Yan Zheyan of the Ten-Mile Peach Forest came up the mountain with Bai Qian, the youngest daughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox Emperor Bai Zhi of Qingqiu, seeking to apprentice. Since Kunlun Void never accepted female disciples, Zheyan transformed Bai Qian into a male form and gave him the name Siyin. Although Mo Yuan saw through Siyin’s true gender, he had no choice but to accept him as a disciple because the fan had chosen Siyin as its master. He bestowed the magical fan upon him and named it the Jade-Pure Kunlun Fan. On the same day, Siyin and his senior brother Zilan descended to the mortal realm to set up a fortune-telling stall. They encountered the Divine Yaoguang, who was being harassed by bullies. Recognizing the Jade-Pure Kunlun Fan, Yaoguang learned Siyin’s identity and, jealous of Mo Yuan’s favor toward Siyin, vowed to deal with him. Just then...

“Nonsense! You say you went to rescue your sworn brother, but who knows if what you say is true? How do we know you’re not seeking the Demon Sect to wipe us all out?”

“Is that legend about the descendants of the Netherworld Tribe left behind in Divine Continent true?” A sect disciple with access to the ancient scriptures couldn’t help but ask.

The woodcutter was even more puzzled. How did this monk know what the local demons looked like?

As he spoke, Li Yi clenched his fist and suddenly struck toward Zhuo Yang’s face. Zhuo Yang instinctively dodged, narrowly avoiding the blow by a mere centimeter. He hastily countered with a punch of his own.

Tang Fengya quickly followed, intending to enter the room together, so Qin Jian would be powerless to act.

This was not to blame Yu Sang; she clearly understood Feng Lin’s strength. When Yu Sang was injured, her body nearly immobilized Feng Lin. Even though he was strong, he had only just entered the Soul Realm.

Tang Fengya couldn’t help but smile, quickly turning away to suppress her laughter as she strode toward the living room with long legs.

Meanwhile, far away in the royal palace of Wujiguo, forty miles distant, a man resembling the Wujiguo king suddenly sat upright on the dragon throne.

Before them, a Belgian position armed with a heavy machine gun frantically fired at German tanks.

Several disciples noticed Tang Zeng suddenly fall silent and ceased their playful banter, quietly following him on the journey.

Liao Fan was not afraid of any tricks. After all, his life was now firmly in his own hands.

Songjiang, a key coastal stronghold of Eastern Wu, could be reached in half a day by cavalry raids, placing Jianye City within striking distance.

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Watching its comical antics, Bu Hui recalled the arrogant Shippo from Inuyasha and decided to call it Shippo.

To be carved into a statue and enshrined in the Nine Palaces, guarded by two luminous giants at the Tricycle Mind Realm, indicates the immense reverence the statue’s original held within the Nine Palaces clan.

Then an overwhelming tingling sensation rose beneath the covers, causing Taeyeon’s claws to curl, accompanied by a faint sense of envy.

Although narrowly avoiding a fatal attack, Bai Xijing was drenched in cold sweat. Reaching behind, he found his waist wet and sticky. Pulling back his hand, it was stained crimson. His eyes darkened; the injury was far worse than he had thought.

During his escape, he did not cease firing at the pursuing guards. The Red-Clad Guards, hindered by his light machine gun, could not approach within three zhang of him.

“This is what you call martial arts? We call it National Art, Chinese Kung Fu!” Li Donglai said, gesturing with his fist.

“I’m truly fine now.” Bu Hui couldn’t help but laugh. Her monthly ailment was normal, the pain had lessened, and she no longer felt chills—she was really alright.

The southeast wind howled by the Yangtze River, over the ruins of Hanyang City. Qin Yang, clad in golden scaled armor, faced Zhang Liang, who wore a white mask.

Gu Jian Zhai closed his eyes. Huoluoba finally sat down, exhausted. The onlookers had various insights. Zi Yun seemed to have understood something but failed to grasp it fully and sought guidance from his master, Lin Yue.

Taking this opportunity, they hoped to motivate Hou Junji, to show him that there are always those stronger beyond.

Dr. X screamed in agony, unable to withstand such fierce power, his knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Before anyone could act, Wang Haokai’s expression grew grave. The surrounding chatter abruptly ceased; all eyes were stunned, fixed on the man with his blade drawn.

The palace hall was empty. Since it was daytime, the light was stronger than at night. The Tyrant King disliked firelight, sunlight, and lamps, so the palace had very few light sources, and those were dim.

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Perhaps because Xu Bin was once an ordinary person, he possessed excellent physical fitness and, given the dangers of his profession, naturally learned hand-to-hand combat.

The scythe dragon noticed Liu Hongming, turning its heavy body to face him head-on.

At that moment, Lin Yu had drawn his bayonet, eyes bloodshot with rage, summoning every last ounce of strength.

They were in the border wilderness, where the realm’s barrier space had been broken. This place was connected to other domains.

Separated from the others, I sought them out, suddenly sensing a figure moving through the dense fog, but the mist obscured the face.

Boom! Despite the armored carrier’s thick plating, it could not withstand the combined fire of over three hundred heavy cruisers. In the first clash, the fleet led by Sorens dealt it a devastating blow.

Dingdang let Leng Zixuan tease him by stuffing the enormous waxberry into his mouth playfully; his jaws opened and closed mechanically, chewing the sour-sweet wild fruit.

West ‘Mons’ was struggling terribly with the cursed slippery terrain. Although his steed was a rare fine horse with excellent horseshoes, he had traversed worse roads before. Yet, simple physics like slipping was beyond his control.

Lin Xiaoxiao was helping Elder Gu handle troublesome vegetables when she heard the eldest senior brother’s words. She looked at him in surprise, then exchanged a glance with Su Qingyu. The two silently decided to remain quiet—after all, that green melody was their own.

“…Did you hear that?” Lin Xiaoxiao felt awkward; when she pulled Su Qingyu away earlier, she thought he had not heard.