Volume 1, Chapter 54: Have You Ever Loved Anyone?

Sure enough, the moment Ma Chao saw that Ma Teng's military formation was in chaos, he immediately turned his horse's head around to launch a rescue. However, what Cao Cao did not know was that this direct order of his completely filled Ma Chao's anger meter to the brim.

Imagining how carefree his future days would become, Zhang Ze burst into uncontrollable laughter inside the carriage. Dian Wei, who was outside the carriage, had already grown accustomed to this side of Zhang Ze and did not find it strange in the slightest.

Since there was no way to cut down on expenses and save money, he had to find ways to generate new revenue. His daily living expenses could be covered by the salary and provided cultivation resources from the inspection team, and occasionally he could even sponge various high-end ingredients that the wealthy young lady Ye Li brought back home.

Blue plasma splattered onto the white armor of the Stealth Ronin, and the newly regenerated blue energy defensive shield flickered a few times before extinguishing entirely.

This was a purely instinctive reaction, seemingly because he had been startled quite a few times by the boss's words.

Xia Xuan exerted force, and Long Jiang immediately felt as though his hand was being clamped by an iron vise, aching terribly.

The carriage was still vibrating, as if struggling in agony. The engine roared violently twice before finally falling silent.

If Lin Bufan possessed a primordial spirit, with the powerful primordial spirit and his formidable physical body cooperating and complementing each other, even if the toxins within the Poison Rakshasa's true form were twice as potent, they still might not have been able to do much to him.

That night, Chang'an City plunged into chaos once again. Armed soldiers broke through doors to search for bandits. Finding nothing left in the commoners' homes to plunder, disappointment filled the faces of the soldiers, and some even began to berate and beat the citizens out of sheer frustration.

In this world, Pokémon did not learn moves the way they did in video games—where reaching a certain level automatically unlocked corresponding skills. Instead, it was closely tied to the Pokémon's own comprehensive attributes and qualities.

Seeing that Yun Feibai had successfully advanced and the conditions of the others had stabilized, Liang Hao finally grew serious.

"Jianquan, where do you think that Protector Wizard will flee to?" Feng Ji had escaped from the celestial prison on the very day of the imperial city's turmoil. With everyone busy dealing with the Grand Uncle's rebellious army, surprisingly no one paid any attention to him, allowing him to escape scot-free. Thinking of this, Yinmo felt a deep sense of regret.

Lin Youran was baffled; she could not understand why Yulan was so fixated on the handwriting she had learned. Could there be some hidden story behind it?

Ten thousand years ago, Yongxie, one of the Thirteen Divine Generals, tried to force his way prematurely onto the Ultimate Path, only to return battered and deeply wounded. It took him thirty full years of cultivation just to recover.

The next day, two large cauldrons were set up in front of the rice shop to cook porridge. At first, they managed, but as more people arrived, the supply fell short. Consequently, Long Feng sent men to buy six more cauldrons and set them up at the other three city gates. This prevented the disaster victims from concentrating too heavily and causing a stampede.

Jianquan opened his eyes wide with fury, his entire body instantly enveloped in deep crimson battle qi. With a swift punch that flashed past like a ball of fiery shadow, he rapidly struck Zhao Yi. Unable to dodge in time, Zhao Yi was sent flying directly into the air, losing consciousness before he even had a chance to utter a sound of pain.

"The young lady seems to treasure this very much. Could there be something important inside this bundle?" Ruohong asked out of curiosity.

Before the words had faded, Xu Gu chopped the back of her neck with the edge of his palm, causing her to lose consciousness before she could finish speaking.

After listening to Yuwei's words, Lin Youran found it easy to explain: Yuwei undoubtedly adored Yulan deeply and even took her as a role model for her own learning.

Hearing Shao Heng's lukewarm tone, Qu Shaoying raised his eyebrows and cast a half-smile look behind Shao Heng, his gaze finally resting on Gou You not far away.

However, even as Shao Heng recovered his stamina, his expression remained tense. His right hand never released its grip on the Heavenly Mystery Sword, and his vigilant gaze swept across the sky and the surrounding area.

Ling Xiao pressed his hand downward, signaling his men to halt. A trace of anger had also arisen in Ling Xiao's heart at that moment; Huang Shi's disruption was expected, but such an exorbitant price hike was truly going too far.

He harbored a lingering wariness toward Yebai's sword. She did not know whether, ten years later at the Dao Discussion Assembly, she would be able to transcend through reincarnation once again and enter that unknowable realm, but she did know that Yebai's swordsmanship must be kept in check.

A fierce gale raged, and Ning Qingyun felt as though she had never been so clear-headed. Following Shao Heng's gaze, she saw that the several colossal, sky-blocking tornadoes were already close at hand.

Mi Dou still could not wrap his head around it. Clearly it was a resurrection, and he was still himself without having drunk Meng Po's soup; how could this possibly be considered his next life?

Lin Tianxuan walked into the grand hall, only to notice that the crowd inside was gradually growing larger. Seeing Lin Tianxuan and Lu Yun emerge from the rear hall, people cast curious glances at Lin Tianxuan from time to time, but upon catching sight of Lu Yun, they immediately turned away as if they had seen nothing at all.

The reputation of being Danyang City's number one genius was something anyone would want to contend for, yet no one expected Lin Tianxuan to be this formidable.

"Senior Brother Zhou, is this the superior-grade immortal artifact-level Great Qin Battleship you acquired last time when you entered the ruins of the Great Qin Empire?" Yang Ao asked, looking at the warship with a face full of envy.

Had those demons and monsters all been wiped out by the magic users? Porma Cui wanted to continue driving his carriage and escape this death-trap of a ghost place, yet he worried that these demons might actually be too powerful and end up bringing disaster upon his savior.

With trouble brewing in the imperial city for so long, the Alchemy Sect and the Weapon Refining Sect had acted as if they had vanished, never showing their faces once. Public morale had fractured severely; even if they managed to persuade these two sects, would there still be many people willing to accompany them to Mount Xing?

As a law-abiding citizen full of a sense of justice, Lin Xuan's very first reaction was... to call the police.

No amount of external power could penetrate it; everything relied entirely on the Demon King's aura. Without that aura, one could not enter, and naturally, leaving once inside would likely be impossible unless the master granted passage.

They might have shattered, or they might have remained intact. If they had shattered, things would become somewhat troublesome; if the refinement failed, they would simply be reduced to scrap metal.

Wanting to rescue Long Jinyun, who was trapped within the Inner Demon Sect, while being unable to defeat Ying Zichun himself, Long Xiao had no choice but to resort to indirect methods.

Ferguson frowned. Neither Rooney nor Ronaldo had adjusted their mentalities yet, remaining lost and confused, which was far from good for the team.

"Unlike the loose coalition in the south, the lords of the western region have always been united, and in recent years, there has even been a trend moving toward a process of complete integration," General Su said, riding a northern reindeer as he walked beside Su Junyan, explaining in detail the background of the opponents they were about to face.

Naturally, a celestial rank merely represented one's status within the Heavenly Court and had nothing to do with actual strength. If a real fight broke out, General Chiyun could hold his own against quite a few first-class immortals. Thus, the Heavenly Court was not a place that relied purely on brute martial prowess.