Volume 1, Chapter 53: Shocking Plunge into the Water

In the past, due to various reasons, Tianmen did not enjoy a good reputation in the world of martial artists. Its disciples were arrogant and lawless, and infighting among them was incessant.

Apathy, so apathetic that even death could not stir any emotion within me. I no longer wish to think; none of this is real, so what is there left to ponder? The falsehoods snared by emotions—I have grown too apathetic to even bother catching them.

Ruirui sighed, as if she had anticipated this day all along, yet a lingering sense of disappointment remained nonetheless.

"Rumble." In the sky, it was impossible to tell how many times such violent roaring had occurred.

Perhaps "my existence" is capable of perceiving all characters. Yet the thoughts of a character itself are merely a one-sided perception of that "my existence."

Qin Yu was filled with deep regret. Why had he gotten so excited just now? Why hadn't he seized the opportunity to finish off Elder Tian? What should he do now?

Ye Tian typed these words into the Skynet chat interface, but the response he received from the Skynet personnel was quite bizarre.

The difference was that she fought for herself, while he fought for the dying old woman upon the couch. Yet while she was at the zenith of her power, he remained entirely helpless. Thinking about it now, it truly seemed somewhat ridiculous and absurd.

Suddenly, an older woman wearing a red armband walked over, followed by several matrons. Ye Tian recognized her as Aunt Zhang.

At the stroke of midnight, the light at the top of the canopy grew extremely dim, resembling genuine starlight.

"It's not like that! During training, I always wear the school's gymnastic uniform, not this one-piece kind. Today is just an exception," Shinonome Heather shook her head. She was wearing nothing either above or below, which was a distinct difference from her attire at school.

Aside from her family members calling to check in, the school probably assumed she had gone elsewhere for a performance. Starlight Art Academy enjoyed a prominent reputation abroad.

In her anxiety, Sama Ren hurriedly wrote a letter to Qin Cang, hoping he would step forward to resolve the issue—though she was unaware that Qin Cang had already secured a future title of regent.

Upon arriving at the blacksmith's shop, "Is anyone here..." At that moment, the blacksmith appeared slightly startled upon seeing Xia Huanhuan, who promptly dashed straight into the room.

***

Well, Lu Sen felt his mind struggling to process things when he saw Anrou appear inside the submarine.

He looked around in disbelief, unable to help himself as he threw his head back and let out a long howl. The uniquely chilling sound of a ghost sent shudders through everyone present.

Giustiniani was a renowned general of the Genoese. He commanded immense prestige and appeal in Italy, to the extent that even the Venetians, who had traditionally been at odds with the Genoese, answered his call.

After Furukawa Toshirika left, Midorigyoin Ren picked up a coin and looked at the neatly tidied tabletop.

Yet Zheng Zhong remained immensely astonished. Ever since advancing to the mid-stage of Nascent Soul realm, as long as he drove his spiritual sense to the limit and encountered no physical obstructions, it could easily cover a radius of a thousand miles, and in a straight line, detect things two thousand miles away.

Zhang Dacheng's emotions were on the verge of collapsing, and I could no longer allow such a group of people to create such a massive uproar at the scene of the incident. According to standard procedure, Tan Yixing—the person who murdered Ruyue—was about to be brought back to the police station, where he would be required to recount the entire process of his crime.

Moreover, the consumption of magical power required to activate a divine weapon was indeed immense. Even the true immortals in heaven could activate a divine weapon at its full might at most three times consecutively, a fact Zheng Zhong had already experienced firsthand.

Although they were all rather looking forward to the confrontation tournament among the four major military camps and hoped to temper themselves through it, this could by no means be a reason for Xu Fengxi to look forward to it as well.

This was a technique devised by the Flame Dragon warriors when annihilating the demon race. It allowed them to condense the geocentric divine fire within their bodies into a single spear. This spear would pierce the enemy's primordial spirit with extreme, instantaneous velocity. As long as the enemy's primordial spirit was obliterated, no matter what terrifying moves they might deploy, they would be reduced to scattered ashes.

"You are truly disobedient. Because of you, seventeen clansmen have died in battle. Never run around haphazardly again in the future," the purple elf said with a stern expression.

Although the duck-like voice had not yet seen through his identity, no one could guarantee that he would never figure it out.

"Can you let me go see those two prisoners?" Yang Gang made a rather unexpected proposal. Although I knew he definitely had a reason for inviting me and Xu Nuo to dinner, I never expected he would want to see Li Qing and Zhang Haodong.

After we all finished eating, the old village chief motioned to Sandezi that it was time to clean up. We all chipped in to help Sandezi gather the bowls and chopsticks, and then everyone returned indoors to wait while Sandezi finished tidying up.

"It has always been tenfold," the researcher pointed to the illuminated digital display, sounding somewhat displeased.

***

Recently, Ningxue and Ningying had discovered that unless it was a song requiring a duet, there was entirely no need for the two of them to come and record songs together.

"Tuoniang..." What more could Yang Feng say? He could only tightly grip Zheng Tuoniang's hand, feeling deeply moved that having such a wife in this lifetime left nothing more to be desired.

Who could have imagined that the drug lord fleeing in such disarray would have the audacity to halt his flight and personally set traps right where he stood?

Yang Feng's words startled all of them. This fellow actually intended to abandon the sturdy city of Luoyang rather than defend it, and instead take the initiative to meet the enemy head-on? Was there something wrong with his brain?

He turned on the faucet once more, splashing water fiercely onto his face, letting it run down into his neck and soak his clothes without caring in the least. He simply wanted to sober up—to make himself clearer and more alert.

"Let's go with plump then. Ningxue, Ningying, come get your royalty payments from me first," Cheng Yun said.

The Yellow-Browed Monster's expression froze slightly, as he could tell that his opponent's cultivation level was far below his own. Yet, after all, this opponent was someone who had wreaked havoc in the underworld; heaven knew what tricks he might have up his sleeve.

"That is where you are wrong. Cure ailments if you have them, strengthen your body if you don't," Ye Zigao directly borrowed the old monk's advertising slogan from earlier.

Until evening, Cheng Li remained seated there in contemplation. The room gradually grew dim, but he did not turn on the lights, simply sitting there pondering.

Emperor Zhu naturally would not suspect that Geng Haoshi was the one issuing commands to him, because by now all the team members should have been in their respective rooms undergoing their shooting accuracy assessments.

"Du Sanbao, how many heads do you have? You stake your life on guarantees time and again. Let me ask you, how far can the regular infantry's crossbows of the Jizhou army shoot?" Qu Yi ignored Du Sanbao's grandiose declaration and instead asked in a deep voice.

Huang Xuanling opened the booklet and looked inside. It meticulously recorded the name of every cultivator, the materials they provided, and their detailed requirements for their respective magical artifacts. The records were exceedingly thorough.