Chapter 47: Well... The Quantity Is A Bit Large

Even if she is a three-realm Best Actress, so what? As age catches up with her, Xu Mengyuan has gradually stepped out of the realm of youth idols and developed into a veteran actress.

This time, the white-robed weapon spirit did not emerge from the void, but stood upon the steps with his back facing Ling Tian, as if he had been waiting here for his appearance all along.

After giving brief instructions to the people at the hospital, Xu Jia hurried swiftly toward the address left on the note.

At the recycling station, Lan Yu paid a personal visit. Standing amidst this mountain of piled-up junk and waste, she could not help but frown.

While striking at the emperor wielding the heavenly blade, Ling Feng also confronted another figure, an emperor within whose body flowed the energies of Yin and Yang.

Hearing what Xiu Ren said, Old Xiu’s eyes lit up visibly, and he looked Xiu Ren up and down, scrutinizing him carefully from head to toe.

Thinking of this, Department Chief Jiang also shivered all over. If that were the case, then letting Hua Zijian ascend in the first place must have been a deeply laid scheme—this move was played rather too big.

In truth, I knew very well in my heart that they were merely using me as an excuse; they would never treat me well. In the end, they were bound to lock me up.

Ghosts are divided into many ranks; even for an ordinary ghost, becoming a mere ghost soldier is extremely difficult, let alone becoming a ghost king.

After tossing and stirring the dried tofu for a while, the maid poured the sliced green peppers, cut into slanted pieces, into the wok and stir-fried them. Stirring a few more times, she poured in some soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, and five-spice powder, and took up the spatula to toss everything together.

The latter turned her head reflexively, but what greeted her was not a person, but a slap. With a crisp snap, her body was sent flying by the blow. With a loud crash, she smashed into the wall, and at the same time, several cracks split across the wall behind Dongfang Zixuan.

Yet the game would not stop simply because there were no commands, and Wang Jue’s surrender did not mean the end of the game. The wheel of history continued to roll onward. If things went on this way, without a doubt, Uer would dominate the entire world with no opponents left.

These past few days, Bai Jie had been under immense pressure. Aside from the pressure exerted from within the police department, the greater pressure actually came from the Lin clan, as well as her own Bai clan at home.

"It won't do much to you, except that it can send you to prison to eat prison food," a cold voice rang out.

No one was more familiar with Lingshan than Su Yin. Coupled with her stealth effect, Su Yin and Xiang Hao easily entered the inner sanctum of Lingshan.

Although the Seventh Princess had chosen her husband, he knew that Jiang Yu was impossible; his imperial father would never agree.

In a trance, Old Zhu returned to Fulin Mountain, where Gao Cuilan was snuggling in his arms; or perhaps it seemed like Xinmeng, his first love from a past life, was singing a love song to him; in the blink of an eye, she transformed into the Fairy Chang'e dancing, her pair of beautiful eyes filled with tender affection.

Feilian, fleeing in panic, felt the speed of Xiao Feng's pursuit closing in from behind. His heart was filled with fury, and his face was covered with a fierce expression.

The governor of Jinping Prefecture led the officials, while Tang Monk and Friar Sand also arrived at the scene, and Sun Wukong prepared to slaughter the two rhinoceros demons.

A violent collision, a terrifying roar, and a blazing radiance shrouded the place, causing it to boil over. Those were the symbols of time surging violently, and the strength of Yunmeng's bloodline was simply mind-boggling.

"What is this thing?" At this moment, all of Qin Chuan's plans and purposes were forgotten; he only wished to immerse himself further, undergoing continuous transformation to reach his ultimate state of power.

Sword Saint Silon frowned, lacking his usual overbearing arrogance. He gazed at Agnes with a solemn expression, seemingly waiting for her decision as well.

This was also the only opponent their side had successfully slain. As for the other vampire warriors, no matter how hard they tried, they could not kill a single corpse-clan member; the gap in strength was simply that pathetic.

"It feels like Zhihe's aura, but it's thinner and impure. It probably isn't him," Han remarked.

"No, he's dead; he has stopped breathing." Perhaps to prove the truth of his words, the man held his long saber upright and stabbed it straight toward the back of the corpse's heart on the ground.

"Whatever I could do to help you, I have already done. As for how many benefits you can reap in the subsequent exploration, it all depends on your respective fortuitous encounters!" Having reminded them of a few more matters, Ye Xiyun dismissed the two of them.

Whether others believed these arguments or not, their impact on the Beastmen was, at the very least, abyssal. They were undoubtedly utterly baffled as to why the Royal Academy would enroll Beastmen. As for the raven issue, many bards understood too little and did not even mention a single word about it.

The gnolls inside the city had just noticed that a tree outside the city had suddenly grown tall, and while they were in the midst of confusion and reporting to their superior, they felt something flash swiftly through the air. Looking back, they saw that an arrow had pierced straight through their shaman's chest and was deeply pinned at an angle into the ground.

She possessed a slender figure and a peerless bearing. Even without a smile, even now when overflowing with a murderous aura, she still possessed an elegant sense of beauty—stunning and incomparable.

When we arrived beside the coffin, it was completely suspended in mid-air, with nothing pulling or supporting it. I recalled casting a glance earlier; having previously heard the sound of iron chains, it seemed that noise had not come from this coffin at all.

"Yes!" Upon hearing the sect master's command, the reporter felt exceptionally thrilled. Once profits were gained, they too would get a share.

"I don't want to!" Zuoxi blurted out, but realizing shortly after that this strongly reeked of covering something up, she simply shut her mouth, turned sideways, and stopped talking.

Among the three demons, Old Baize possessed the highest intellect but the lowest combat power, so he stayed in the center to command and coordinate. Qiongqi had the strongest combat power, so he stayed behind outside the cave to keep watch; in case of an enemy ambush, he could leave enough time for the three brothers to retreat. As for spearheading the vanguard, it naturally fell to Qingji, who was most familiar with the terrain and possessed no weak martial prowess.

The scene before her made Zuoxi freeze in the posture of lifting the carriage curtain. Although she had heard of Yuan Lin's decision from Ren Miao, she had never expected to witness such a sight.

Only then did Wang Shi realize just how vital the heritage left behind by their ancestor Wuji was, and he finally understood why ancestor Wuji had threatened him to take only half of the divine lotus.