Volume 1, Chapter 36: Ma Xiaolian Covets Wang Cui's House

Her writing style is decent. If she were to serialize a novel in today's society, while it might not make her a great literary master, earning some pocket money to supplement the household income would certainly be effortless.

Nowadays, the Wild Realm is in a precarious state. Qin Chuan and the others must fight for its future; the days ahead are destined to be filled with bloody battles, and the present is no time for marriage. That must wait for another day.

To be able to injure himself to such an extent, the level of amplification must have at least been a cross-tier boost for a short period.

If this power were held by someone lacking in virtue, harboring malicious intent, or possessing excessive vigor, they would likely have spent their days in debauchery, leaving a trail of broken hearts and illegitimate children everywhere—a new generation of stud, a walking, human-shaped engine of procreation.

On a gentle slope that sat noticeably higher than the surrounding terrain, an army suddenly appeared from the other side.

The leader of the four men shouted out, feeling as though his limbs had been bound by invisible chains.

"Excellent! Shall we declare our ages? With all the senior heroes present here today as our witnesses, let us swear our brotherhood now," General Guo Xi said with excitement.

This time, there was no sound in the great hall; it was deathly silent. Nearly a hundred living people stood motionless, staring at the notebook in Jiu Tian's hands with blank, stunned expressions.

A single purple-gold divine pillar was enough to suppress and kill most heroes. It was centered on the Emperor Fist that Qin Chuan had comprehended, with the Heavenly Emperor Stellar Sea manifestation presiding above the pillar, governing the battlefield and subduing the heavens and earth.

Casually slaying a ferocious beast, Hua Tian saw other cultivators stepping in to take his place behind him and couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief. A full hour of continuous slaughter, while not consuming much spiritual energy, was still enough to induce a sense of weariness.

"Hao, what are you saying? Have they all arrived?" Bi Yun asked from a distance, looking at Chen Hao.

Wei Qilang, however, was stunned. He had always been acutely aware of the environment he lived in and what he had been doing all this time, yet at this moment, a warmth he had never felt before washed over his long-frozen heart, like a flame reigniting a long-lost longing for affection.

The android, having become overly arrogant and lacking proper defense, was severely injured by the blow and sent crashing into the interior of the planet. Seeing this, Chen Hao was overjoyed; he quickly returned his Nascent Soul to his body, grabbed the Crown Prince Sword, threw it into the air, stepped onto it, and sped away.

"Being in a place like this is special enough as it is. I want to bring our Chinese New Year celebration here to the North Pole, hee hee," Bi Yun said, smiling at the two of them.

Wei Qilang did not speak. He lowered his gaze, pursed his lips, and his expression turned somewhat desolate.

Hu Pinzhi helped Zhang Xu sit down and took a seat beside him. Zhang Zanan had already served the tea. "To be able to listen to the teachings of Lord Nanpu of Shanxi is a blessing I cannot fathom how I earned," he said. The two then looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter.

This competition also gathered many Golden Core ancestors to observe, though due to the guidance of the Nether Venerable, the Nether Ancestor did not attend. However, Fang Cheng was currently a representative figure of the Nether lineage, and now that he had reached the Golden Core stage, his strength had skyrocketed even further.

Ye Xi walked to the table and chose a longbow. The bow body was crafted from dark iron and coated with gold leaf, while the string was made of fine rhinoceros tendon—it was a top-tier weapon.

Thinking of this, Madam Cheng was filled with extreme fury. "Back then, seeing how pitiful you were and that you had no one to care for you, my aunt took you into the Cheng household. Is this how you repay her?" she demanded coldly.

Walking back into the room, the drowsiness had almost vanished. He nimbly put on his official robes, though they were covered in wrinkles; such garments usually required someone to assist in putting them on, but the robes were simply too large. Yang Xu, however, could not be bothered with such details. With a grim, stony expression, he followed the bailiff to the yamen. Entering through the back door, he made his way around to the main hall.