Volume 1, Chapter 23: Do Not Abandon Me

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A few people sat on the steps of the plaza, staring blankly at the sect that had been restored to its original appearance, yet it could never return to the bustling, lively sect it once was.

"Looking at it is fine, too. Perhaps one day, you’ll reach the top spot on the combat rankings? Exceeding you—that’s a day I can’t even imagine; it’s simply impossible! For instance, plan your next move, then plan the one after that! That’s a much better approach," Leng Lingfeng said with a smile.

Silence lingered in the hall for a long time before being broken by a cold, clear voice.

James slammed his hand onto the table, reluctantly pulling a brand-new thousand pounds from his pocket—the very cash Wu Bao had just withdrawn from the bank that morning.

Tohka wore a chilling, calm smile as she stepped into the living room with a slow, measured gait.

For some reason this time, Le Yi had actually taken the initiative to let him woo her; it was truly beyond words.

"Sigh, nothing gets past you. Yes, yes, it wasn't real. I did it on purpose so that Li Yaojie would hold me," Lin Jiachun sighed and said.

Splitting up is not as effective as grouping together. The two moved left and right, the light around them coalescing into a great sword. Flames burned, blue light shimmered with coldness, and they thrust straight toward a single point of darkness.

After hanging up, Lin Jiachun placed her phone on the table, turned off the television, lay down on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

Seeing that even the strongest disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Baobao, could not withstand a single blow from the Green Emperor, the hearts of Yu Yanran and the others sank instantly.

During this period, Shi Hao had ignited over a hundred strands of Dao fire to fuel his own body, successfully stepping into the Divine Fire Realm and leaving the bluestone path behind.

That afternoon, Luo Bu didn't just meet the latter; he also used mimicry magic to treat the dean's injuries and deliberately waited until the final deadline to arrive, allowing Roselle to recover nearly eighty percent of his strength.

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Seeing Fei Heng staring intently at his wound, the giant insect Ban Bu extended his forelimbs and tapped the floating insect armor; the plates immediately began to converge toward him, automatically dressing him.

"Wang Hongming?" Fei Heng’s eyes shot toward Fang Shaokun like sharp swords, thinking to himself that it was no wonder he knew everything—it turned out he had colluded with Wang Hongming.

Now, news had suddenly arrived that the new observers were on their way. Calculating by the speed of the spacecraft, this damned Chinar would arrive in the solar system in at most half a year.

Li Wei said with a wry smile, "It's nothing, just thinking of some sad things." At this moment, Li Wei finally understood why Alstoria’s expression never changed; she simply had no idea what was going to happen. Alas, it seemed tonight would not be as wonderful as imagined.

Not to mention anything else, the benefits of receiving direct guidance from such a creature would be unimaginable.

The facilities became increasingly complete. With bustling traffic and merchants coming and going, it had truly become a gathering place for adventurers.

Although Mu Fan was shocked by Ye Xuanyu’s words, he did not nod in immediate agreement. He knew very well that while his troubles were significant, they were not necessarily a dead end. The fact that Ye Xuanyu was willing to help him handle such a major favor showed just how much weight the request she was about to make carried.

"He knows who I am!" Li Dongsheng finished speaking, then transformed into a dark shadow and returned to Luoyang.

This fire burned fiercely, extremely domineering, containing a divine might within it. Compared to a moment ago, its power had increased by thirty percent. A massive phantom of a phoenix manifested, standing on two feet, looking down with disdain. Divine flames surged around its body, its eyes radiating golden light, and it cried out to the heavens incessantly. All birds bowed in submission, fully displaying the imperial majesty of the phoenix.

"Fine, since you know this young master's secret, then you can all go die for me!" Long Ruo sneered, gripping the Dragon-Slaying Sword on the ground with both hands, lifting it over his head, and slashing violently toward Qin Guyue, who stood not far away.

"That is well said. As for the mere matter of conferring gods, why would Teacher Hongjun care?" the Daoist Yuqing said with a smile.

This point also made Li Lingyi find it quite amusing. He wondered if those people knew he had already left with the scepter, would they be so angry they'd be stomping their feet?

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However, Ken was still in a state of great confusion and had no desire to fight, so naturally, he was no match for Nishio Nishiki.

After all, for a physiognomist, ore that could be refined to increase the purity and power of their arts was a treasure; the gold and silver circulating in the secular world were merely low-grade ore in their eyes.

Ever since the end of the War of Conferring Gods, many disciples of the Chan Sect had suffered a moral decline, leaving the Twelve Golden Immortals incomplete. They had to live in seclusion, ignoring the affairs of the heavens, and would never participate in the struggles of the various saints unless absolutely necessary.

Yang Yi was instantly energized. The sound of horse hooves thundered, and under everyone's gaze, the two warhorses drew closer and closer... Both spears were leveled at each other. Seeing the two metal-clad figures on horseback reflecting the metallic light about to collide, it had to be said, it was quite thrilling.

This might be a good breakthrough point. Being a woman herself, she would be able to talk to her. As long as Zhang Zhijie's fiancée was persuaded, wouldn't the matter be easily resolved?

"A powerful existence at the half-step Divine Realm? You are talking about the Venerable Huangquan who was suppressed by the system not long ago, right?" Duan Chen asked.

Look at my third son; in terms of appearance, family background, and ability, which one of them isn't the most outstanding in the world?

Grandmother Jia scanned Jia Lian’s face. Seeing the resentment in his expression, she was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening.

"Comrade Daoping, don't be so polite. Smoke this, it's the same!" Having run through several police stations, it was only here that he felt what it meant for "all police under heaven to be one family." Gao Xueping hurriedly stood up to welcome him.

If one day a sect produced a great virtuous monk who believed he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Buddha and insisted on turning a sect into a religion, would that count as a schism in Buddhism? This possibility is slim; the two who founded Buddhism were both saints, and the current Buddha is also of great wisdom—no monk would be so overconfident.