Chapter 56

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Blue Lilac was not in a hurry; she knew Meng Ziran wasn’t short of money, especially since Meng Anning had already mentioned that Si Yanli had given Meng Ziran a check for ten billion. Meng Ziran was wealthy.

Suddenly, all the energy points in his body seemed to awaken simultaneously. With the dual stimulation of true energy and spirit, hundreds of mysterious energy channels surged forth, layering like waves, cleansing every part of his body.

He was like Xavi, the veteran captain of Barcelona, though his style was not as graceful. Yet when he had the ball, there was no hesitation or delay; one solid kick, precise and assured. His teammates trusted him implicitly—once he took possession, the forwards and wingers were ready to spring into action.

“Must you be so ruthless? Or have you climbed up to King Li’s side and think you’ve become a phoenix, looking down on me now?” Qin Ziheng said, slightly angered.

They saw that Liu Ruyan was merely a young man, apparently not very skilled in martial arts, and certainly no match compared to the tall, formidable elder they had encountered earlier.

Murong Zhen angrily called Murong Jing aside. The two whispered urgently; their eyes reddened with anxiety. Murong Jing almost received a slap, her anger evident as she turned to drag Meng Ziran away. At that moment, the operating room door opened.

Night had fallen. After the family had gone to rest, Su Bao’er changed into her night clothes, slipped out through the back door, and climbed into a plain horse-drawn carriage.

Shamo Ke heard it, and a surge of emotion rose in his heart. Responding to the opponent’s palm thrust, he slowly pushed back with one hand to meet the airborne strike.

“Isn’t there anyone here?” Xia Han’s face showed a trace of doubt, her large eyes scanning the surroundings continuously.

“Strange, could he possibly fly?” Er Tong whispered suspiciously, looking at the empty rooftop before heading back inside directly to the ward.

With a sharp “shh,” Su Jin’s shoulder was clawed by Habibiri, tearing a large gash. Blood seeped out, staining his black clothes even darker.

Two palace maids rushed over to tend the wound. Ling Zhuang’s sharp glare intimidated them into shrinking back silently without a word.

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All the guests shifted their gaze to Gu Qingge. Though her youthful appearance remained, it could not mask the paleness of her complexion. Yet the stubbornness and endurance in her eyes compelled admiration; even now, she was doing her utmost to give Wang Hui a chance.

“Yu Yaozu…” Ha Song just released Bo Jin’s lips when he heard Bo Jin’s low, sinister whisper.

Such people demanded formidable martial skills and great spiritual power; otherwise, before you could strike, you would be consumed by others.

Gu Qingge plucked the notes with one hand, a series of clear, melodious sounds dancing forth. Qin Anjin’s sword suddenly flashed out—light and graceful, the swordplay soft yet fluid and unrestrained, drawing admiration from everyone present.

Zhang Yimei knew Zhang Hongli was a bottomless pit, but when he came asking for money, she dared not refuse. Zhang Hongli often threatened her with the incident of her being conned by that fake monk.

At that time, everyone believed that heaven was unwilling to let them obtain that food, so they declared they would hunt from then on and no longer cultivate crops.

In the fierce battle, although Gu Chuanxia was battered and bruised, the Solar Emperor also looked disheveled and exhausted.

Suddenly, I realized that Ling’er, at level 150, actually had the White Tiger and Qilin transformation skill—that was the Meteor Storm, wasn’t it?

As a journalist, Leng Yan somehow took to the profession with remarkable flair. Her impression on Xiao Han was that she didn’t speak much, which was somewhat at odds with her line of work.

“Understood, Young Master Feng!” Xia Rina knew Ye Feng had been waiting a long time. She naturally cooperated and stepped aside.

With that, the Seven-Star Lantern urged her horse forward. Another ghostly sword aura struck the dead tree but failed to pinpoint my location.

The Career Analysis Shop was a special kind of profession. They would assess your race, current job, skills, and physical attributes to devise the best combat path for you, even providing detailed training data. Such shops existed only in very rare areas.

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“You can follow me, but with your appearance like this, what if someone sees you and gets scared?” Xing Fei frowned, looking at the massive figure of Jiuyou.

“Have you ever been here before?” Xing Fei asked as he followed the shadow of the monster. The shadow now lost the childish demeanor it had before, seeming much heavier.

Though the process appeared beautiful, it was actually excruciating. Inside Yang Nan’s body, every drop of blood, every piece of flesh, every bone had become a battleground for three great powers.

Li Anni was still hesitant, feeling guilty toward Zhou Ziyan. Fortunately, Zhou Ziyan threatened her with the condition of helping Jiang Haoran, forcing Li Anni to agree to stay for now.

No one had never entered the Ancient Sacrificial Altar before, but no one had ever barged in like Li Xiang and the others did. The White Ape Princes, smelling blood, could no longer suppress their inner murderous urges and excitedly charged out.

The opportunity was missed. Clearly, a true commanding general had appeared on the other side. The soldiers had found their leader, and the coming battle would hardly be easy.

Jingtian came here so late hoping to witness another meteor shower and perhaps obtain some treasure. Hearing Tang Xuejian’s words, he quickly smiled, afraid she might compete with him for the goodies. “It’s nothing, nothing.”

Sun Buqi’s grandfather was a traditional blacksmith, spending every day by the blazing red forge, swinging a fifty-kilogram hammer hundreds of times. Years of hardship had bent his spine, and he was determined not to let his son inherit the trade.