Chapter 104

So, Li Yu transformed into a colossal divine image, made a brief proclamation, then encouraged the disciples before handing over the floor to Xiang Qian.

At present, the fundamental principles he had just begun to grasp were power, gravity, destruction, and the law of devouring—the latter gleaned from the Northern Abyss Divine Skill through his spiritual incarnation.

Judging by the current situation, it seemed the entire cultivation world was doomed to face catastrophe; he had to prepare himself for the possibility of dying in battle.

Since Cui Xiufang was one of the few reliable employees who had always served as an assistant, Lu Haoran specifically called her over with plans to promote her.

To uncover the truth about these individuals, Jiang Fan also joined Jiangbei University, believing that only by staying undercover could he seize the initiative.

Shen Luoqi felt an odd unease; his lineage was merely a branch of the Shen family, incomparable to the main clan.

Checking his phone, he indeed found a message from Lin Xiao, stating she would pick up Kai Kai in the afternoon.

Shen Xiyan finally understood why this tea was called green tea—the fresh taste was truly unforgettable.

“Old Deng, have you forgotten the great-grandfather’s hopes for the young master?” Bao Quyi asked Deng Sihai.

Outside, the sky was a brilliant blue; it was time to return. Li Rong stretched lazily, exhaling the stale air of the prison and inhaling the fresh fragrance of wild herbs. This journey, filled with love and hatred, felt like a lifetime—after returning, it would be as if reborn.

He tried to control the solitary cell with his mind but found the control system was housed in a room several hundred meters away. His fundamental power could not extend so far.

When Xue Ning and the senior leaders of the Xue family arrived at the underground nuclear research facility, they found an oppressive atmosphere unlike usual.

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The crowd’s cheers crashed like waves; it was clear that the people of Kosman City had today affirmed this future Snowman King.

“So what?” Lin Xiu, who despised threats above all, retorted sharply.

Therefore, Murong Fei’s martial arts were not yet formidable—otherwise, he might have already killed the Dragon family head.

Yuna had accepted the engagement as truth. Heartbroken, tears streamed freely, yet her face bore a smile. She greeted all acquaintances politely. Those people stared in confusion, but Yuna hurried on with no one able to ask what had happened.

At the same time, her heart pounded wildly—could it be that a confession was imminent?

The official was beaming, reading the comments in the livestream as he cheerfully exchanged greetings with Liu Jianing in the game.

Their company had just bought this somewhat aged manor, planning to renovate it thoroughly.

Wu Lao could only laugh bitterly—if those apprentices dared speak to him like that, he would have slapped them long ago.

The two cars drew closer. Tang Luo’s keen eyes, even without the heavenly vision, clearly saw the fierce expression of Peng Hao in the opposite vehicle.

He didn’t want Mo Cai to outshine her, so she bluntly said she had brought clothes, then asked if it was convenient to come in now.

It made no hesitation, handing the three an axe each, taking spatial rings from the young and middle-aged men. The two attendants had nothing valuable, not even a spatial ring, which earned his sharp disdain.

Behind Mo Dengxian were two men—one tall and one short, one thin and one stout—each carrying wild game like rabbits and pheasants, peering slyly into the house through Mo Dengxian.

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When Tang Luo met Han Ruobing’s murderous gaze, he felt helpless and withdrew from the bedroom.

After enduring Zhu Yan’er’s harassment for some time, Qian Ye couldn’t help but complain inwardly. Suddenly, he recalled when he had subdued the soul of Dao Zonghe on the statue—he had relied on the Lingxu Scripture to judge essence, energy, and spirit, employing the highest Dao technique he had seen then: the Yin-Yang Chronicle Lock.

Thinking of her acquaintance with Tang Luo and the scenes up to now, she felt a strange emotion swell within her.

As the footsteps behind gradually faded, Murong Qingwan finally unclenched her fists. Her lower lip was bitten raw, her breath thick with the metallic taste of blood. The pillow beneath her was soaked—not just with sweat, but more with tears.

They had only followed orders to test whether her skills had regressed after five years of absence, but they had not expected such a reckless stubbornness that could not be ignored.

“Your servant,” Sang Qiao tried to find Liang Yuanxin, but saw no sign of him, despair creeping in. This “illness” might mean her life was over if she rested.

For the past two days, the dean had kept them confined to the inn to prevent further incidents.

“Did he ever mention me?” Fang Ya sipped her tea, eyes fixed on Ziyan as if trying to read a secret from her face.

To strengthen ties with the Luo family, Liang Yuanshen had completely shed his princely airs, following Luo Lingjin daily to help with funeral arrangements as a junior relative, only returning at sunset.