58 Obsession

Seeing the puzzled look on Lin Yi's face, Tian He instantly realized he had spoken out of turn, quickly changing the subject while his expression turned serious once again.

Having just taken a shower, Li Qingyan wore only a bath towel, fully exposing the scars on his body. Hearing her delicate voice, his subconscious reaction was to drive her away, even if his voice might frighten her, but it was too late; he only wanted to conceal the ugliness upon his body.

Everyone in their hearts knew very well that this was merely the outer periphery of the Southern Mountains, and just how perilous the entire Southern Mountains range was, who didn't know?

Anyway, as long as it was something she couldn't resolve, handing it over to Luo Lingfeng was always the right choice, and Luo Lingfeng would certainly be able to handle it well.

Chen Xue's family lived in straitened and impoverished circumstances. Although her own part-time job didn't pay much—just a thousand or eight hundred yuan a month—it was still a significant source of income for her family. Yet now she had lost her job; although her parents and younger brother wouldn't say anything, just thinking of their disappointed gazes made her feel deeply distressed.

The burly man was stunned to find that he had already fallen to his knees. Just as he was about to burst into angry curses, a tremendous force directly pressed his head down onto the ground.

Shi Hua also asked back with a hint of anger. After all, he was a Ghost King, and there weren't many people who could make him apologize; in his view, apologizing to Hua Wuque was already showing him a great deal of face.

Of course, once the strength of the five races soared to a certain level where they could confront the Turbid Realm, they wouldn't mind spreading the secret arts throughout the entire Ether Void Realm.

"Trust me, I am fully capable of persuading them to serve the company wholeheartedly," Wei Zhedong smiled, though he had no intention of offering an explanation.

"Young master, you haven't sorted out the master-servant dynamic. The idea of a cruise was your own, after all; the rest of us originally wanted to travel domestically or around Southeast Asia," Xiang Xue corrected him.

Lian Rong could even feel his terrifying body temperature, blazing like a raging fire and scorching against her skin.

"3," Su Jin didn't even pause for breath, rattling the count off in one continuous stream. Tianxuanzi didn't even have a chance to react before he was miserably pinned in place by Su Jin's silver needles.

And since she was currently wearing flat shoes, even if she stepped fiercely onto the top of his foot, to Xiang Fan, it was nothing more than an itch and completely ineffective.

This scene simply gave rise to a sense of time and space distortion, resembling a grand spectacle of ten thousand deities paying homage.

Mo Qianxia pursed her lips, looking at her father with a sorrowful expression. At that moment, Lin Mohian's car arrived at the entrance of Mo Qianxia's home, and he pressed the horn to signal that he had arrived.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The stableman, who was busy feeding hay to the other horses, heard the commotion over here and hurriedly ran across. The two of them rushed over only to see a horse violently ramming against the stable door.

By the time Zhongli Luo regained her senses, that person had already reached her. Su Jin gathered her inner Qi in her palm, turning her hand over as a terrifying wave of internal energy erupted from within her body, stopping just one millimeter away from Zhongli Luo's heart.

Gu Fan, immersed in meditation, sensed the three distinct auras outside the tent lingering around in a protective formation. A knowing smile unconsciously appeared on his face as he settled his mind and entered a state of complete cultivation.

The phone call was from Gu Yi's grandfather. Shen Xinyi had seen it early on, but she simply hadn't expected Gu Yi's grandfather to hurl such vicious curses. Twenty-some minutes had passed and he still hadn't finished berating him; at this rate, it certainly wouldn't end simply.

"I'm coming in." Ever since that awkward incident when he last walked in on Mo Qianxia halfway through changing her clothes, Lin Mohian always knocked first whenever he entered.

After all, Tang Yu had already interacted with those races that had gone through so much, but as for this Spur-Rat race, if Sea Demon Heart hadn't brought them up again, Tang Yu would have almost forgotten their existence entirely.

Having spent many years navigating government affairs, Yang Bing had actually long since contracted a severe illness. Combined with the scars of his past being violently ripped open once more, he was unable to bear the burden and passed away suddenly from a heart attack.

In an instant, Ye Fan's heartbeat actually began to steadily grow stronger, and his breathing grew increasingly steady. Countless wisps of heaven and earth spiritual Qi quietly surged into his body, refined by the Myriad Calamities Heavenly Scripture into streams of pure true essence that condensed within his Dantian.

Moxi spent the entire afternoon running back and forth between the office and inspecting the sources of goods, so she hadn't paid much attention to the discussions outside. Everyone had spent the past few days in a rush of busyness, and although it was exhausting, fortunately, everyone had perfectly completed their tasks before heading out on their travels.

Under the cover of night, one could faintly discern an exquisite, lightweight, tailored limited-edition handmade suit that accentuated the man's imposing and heroic physique to the absolute limit.

Lena sighed with emotion, "What a pity that such wonderful scenery cannot be seen by some people." Hearing Lena's words, Ye Zixin shot her a fierce glare.

In truth, deep down I loathed celebrities. They merely played their parts on stage and screen, reaping both fame and wealth, whereas scientists who dedicated their youth and entire lives to the people and the country couldn't even match a celebrity's level of recognition. What a skewed world this was! I glanced at my watch; it was already around seven o'clock in the evening.

He didn't rush inside, instead surveying the surrounding conditions. Making sure there were nothing amiss, he then slowly walked toward the main entrance.

Luoluo ungratefully blushed, picking up on his previous remark, "What first time? You actually believe that remedial nonsense? Silly."

And it was very simple. Due to limited time and a heavy workload, you could only resolve one location.

This demon blood was a pale green, appearing crystal clear and carrying a faint, sweet aroma. It was hard to imagine that this substance had been refined from the kind of foul-smelling demon blood encountered just moments ago.

"Zhuge Liang, aren't you reputed to be a man of boundless resourcefulness? Do you have any good ideas?" Yan, momentarily at a loss, asked for advice.

The Bull Demon King swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was truly astonished by the sheer magnitude of the astral beasts.

Facing the true body of the Soul King at the third tier of the Samsara Realm, Lin Hao knew in his heart that there was no possibility of killing the opponent.

It wasn't that they hadn't considered other possibilities, but given the current situation, White Tiger Mountain didn't seem to have any animals larger than a mouse.

The altar platform was constructed from fine timber. Those who built the platform were ordained Taoist priests of Mount Wuzang, each with their hair tied up in high topknots, wearing white socks and green robes, their expressions solemn. The erected altar faced south with its back to the north, surrounded by a pure environment free of any foul or malevolent energies.