Volume 1, Chapter 41: Raising the Price on the Spot

With a crisp, metallic clank, the sharp sword in Yu Jing’s hand came to an abrupt halt, suppressed by an immense, mountain-like force.

Without experiencing the fires of war or the perilous brink of life and death, no matter how high one's cultivation realm might be, one remains merely a hothouse flower! Although the sword cultivators of the Profound Sword Sect did not lack combat experience, they fell significantly short when compared to the vast arrays and brutal melee slaughter of a massive army.

How unlucky. This terrain makes me feel completely blind. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to see if there was a chance to escape from the tribe tonight, but now, even if I were allowed to run, I wouldn't even know which way to go, Zhou Jiping thought gloomily.

Watching Han Yan's furrowed brows, Yang Mi could not help feeling a sense of worry and began to question him, while continuously lifting the cup of tea to her lips.

"In that case, please forgive our offense." The pale-faced man instructed his subordinates and Earl’s logistics team to dismantle the fire-control computer of the main gun first, followed by dozens of important electronic devices. Only after making sure that it was impossible to operate all the large-caliber naval guns even manually did they feel relieved and leave with everything.

"You don't need to try to trap me with your words. Since I agreed to your request, I will certainly fulfill it. Rest assured!" Buse slightly knitted his brow and said with displeasure.

More crucially, Lin Qi's support for the continuous expansion of the Japanese branch was also intended to disrupt the development pace of companies like Nintendo and Sega.

Along the way, Han Yan and his party encountered Cao Hong, who was offering his horse to Cao Cao. Seeing Cao Hong limping toward him, Cao Cao dismounted, gave him a tight embrace, helped him onto his own mount, and then had one of his subordinates lead another horse over for himself.

"Is she out of her mind?" The old fisherman glanced at Zhu Nianhan behind him and made a throat-slitting gesture toward the woodcutter.

Another Wuji embraced Motong with one arm, while a huge golden ring hovered beside him, upon which four colorful spheres constantly orbited.

Any means are fair game in the struggle for power and profit, but stooping to use such tactics against children is utterly unforgivable.

The Apocalypse Emperor was his student after all. Although he hadn't taught His Majesty for many days, he still held the title of a teacher. No matter how much he looked down on the Emperor, he could not hurl excessive abuses.

"I never intended to kill you directly. I wanted to capture you alive, to make Yu Jiuzhong submit to me and grovel at my feet! But now, I only want to tear you to pieces." Feng Huan's eyes flashed with a fierce glint as she violently clawed downward with one hand.

Simultaneously, massive surges of heaven and earth spiritual energy converged toward the ring, where the pale purple spiritual energy burned silently, and the auspicious flames continuously refined the spirit-storage ancient jade.

Once a genetic mutation occurs, a person changes from the inside out. Some changes take several generations to become slightly apparent and cannot be inherited. Others are inheritable; for instance, many children are clever because their parents are clever, and they possess certain talents if their parents do. Aside from the influence of upbringing, genetic inheritance indeed plays a role.

"I will not allow you to harm my son." Ji Yunshu wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes flashing with a chilling, bone-deep frost.

Everyone stared uniformly at Wang He, pondering what exactly he intended to do. Did he want to confess that the letter was not written by him, that it was merely a prank, or did he want to apologize to Zhen Luo?

"Where?" Li Zhiming asked in shock, his hand involuntarily moving backward to rest closer to the pistol grip.

Duan Xing parked at the entrance. After entering, Li Zhiming prepared to find a seat, order some drinks, and wait for Duan Xing. Before he could even find a seat, he had somehow acquired a "wife"—anyone in his shoes would be utterly bewildered.

"Hmph! Yuntianyu, possessing a middle-grade heavenly artifact is indeed beyond my expectation, but how many times can your strength sustain an attack from a middle-grade heavenly artifact?" Chu Hong sneered coldly and said deliberately.

"So that's how it is? If one could travel to the very southern tip of this world, and then continue further south, would that lead to the very northern tip of this world?" Hua Qingcheng murmured with a sigh.

Sister Yu heard that Meixia’s marriage had been settled—to the eldest son of the third branch of the Ye family in Xiushui Village.

This process was very slow because the moonlight at night was not very bright, and the materials and tools were far too simple; making it sturdy was no easy task.

After winding through several streets once more, he finally stopped near a small courtyard.

Before long, Duan Yi first toasted the ceramic pot over the fire. Once the moisture inside and out had evaporated, he added the Tieguanyin tea leaves he had picked outside.

San Wei slowly walked upward along the jade-paved floor specially left open in the middle of the grand hall. Gone was his usual playful grin; he raised his childish face and stared straight at the ugly face seated in the seat of honor.

Now, he no longer had the capital to fight him. Even if he felt resentment, it could change nothing. He had never been someone who would make a meaningless sacrifice driven by momentary impulse.

During their play, they occasionally emitted bursts of sound—sounds of peerless sweetness, resembling the most beautiful music in the world, evoking a genuine sense of emotion and moving one to instinctively step closer to listen to their conversation and voices.

As the familiar voice sounded from behind, Leia felt a warm, broad palm gently cover the top of her head.

Two hours later, he had comprehended almost the entire Great Mystery Art of the Jade Purity. Having practiced cultivation for a long time, he could easily grasp the core essence of such immortal cultivation techniques with just a brief contemplation.

Looking at the elegant and ethereal Bai Suzhen before him, Xu Xuan felt a lingering reluctance rise inexplicably in his heart. Yet, what Bai Suzhen spoke was also the truth, and he could only nod softly.

Standing by the window, the Son of Heaven scattered the grains of rice he held in his hand into the lake water, attracting countless fish to scramble for food.

Aside from everything else, just the strategy Zhang Yue had devised for him to "clear away the residual poison of the traitorous minister and his son" had already achieved resounding success.