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The cooks, terrified that the medicine might not be potent enough, went overboard; a mere pinch would have sufficed, yet they stubbornly dumped the entire packet in. Wang Xi and Wang Nan were completely at their wits' end; at this moment, Xu Fan was the only person they could rely on.

Seeing Li Yue claim to be his fiancée, Yang Hao’s mouth twitched, though he ultimately did not voice any objection. Nevertheless, he remained deeply resentful of his sister for betraying him.

Although a great disaster was imminent, Wu Dazhuang knew that all of this was the fault of those people before them and had nothing to do with Xu Fan and his companions.

Yet, at the same time, as she caught a faint whiff of the masculine scent clinging to Ye Xuan, she felt a strange sensation stirring within her.

After much deliberation, he decided it would be better not to be the sect master; it would be best if the three Gu sisters found someone else to fulfill their wishes.

Had Fengyun Yongheng not become a disciple of the Immortal Linglong and obtained the Immortal Seed, he might not necessarily have been a match for Gao Dan.

Although holding one's breath for a long time would weaken one's vital energy, Yun Fan could eliminate the colorful monkey long before that weakness set in.

"From this day forward, this general lives only to follow His Majesty's commands." Anyone could see that the words spoken by this honest, straightforward man came from the bottom of his heart.

The team regrouped. The group of twenty decided not to linger in the Lost City; they summoned their respective mounts and raced toward the location of the Tower of Lost Souls.

Although Lin Yu shook the old Dragon King violently, the latter continued to mutter to himself, his blood-red dragon eyes filled with nothing but confusion.

Just as he prepared to leave, Ling Feng’s phone rang; it was Zhu Lei. Ling Feng knew they had already arrived at the hospital.

On the Japanese aircraft carrier *Kamikaze*, the soldiers at the anti-aircraft stations, under the command of their officers, howled as they fired desperately. A hit "Heinkel" light bomber spiraled and crashed into a Japanese destroyer, triggering a chain of massive explosions.

Zhang Xuewu nodded in satisfaction. As the chief of staff of an armored brigade, Chen Kebin was indeed quite qualified. He asked about the critical points of tank design balance, demonstrating a grasp of troops, equipment, and tactical application—the most fundamental requirements for an armored commander.

***

As for his unromantic and redundant gestures, Zhu Zhu simply ignored them. He might complain, but he never forgot to buy flowers every Valentine's Day. After gaining experience in flower-buying, he eventually just started purchasing reasonably priced flowers a day or two in advance.

After a long silence, Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed: "Namo Amitabha, this disciple will strictly follow the Buddha's decree." With that, Guanyin said no more, beckoned to Sun Wukong, and walked out of the main hall. Within seconds, Guanyin and Sun Wukong vanished from the Mahavira Hall, leaving the Buddhist disciples behind in deep sorrow.

"No matter how difficult, we have no choice but to do this. Regardless, our goal is to enter the Inheritance Tower. The worst that can happen is that the difficulty increases. Of course, if the Fifth Maiden is willing to help you enter the tower, things will be much simpler," Ye Canxue sighed.

Wu Haoming's business was gradually improving. Without the heavy burden of supporting his family, he allocated his time more flexibly. Aside from traveling abroad to earn money, he set aside more time to play with his son; he did not want to miss his son's growth because of money. Although he spent less time abroad, he still maintained an average monthly income of forty to fifty thousand.

Master Qingyun and the others felt some concern upon hearing this, wishing to offer more advice but not knowing how to speak, so they all fell silent.

Reaching the end, Xue Luoyan saw three prison cells. The people inside had their limbs bound to wooden beams, with iron chains embedded deep into the stone walls as if to prevent any chance of escape.

Of course, based on the full story as told by Company Commander Kuang, everything became clear and lucid.

This immense pressure made me shiver involuntarily. I discovered that I felt an indescribable fear toward them, and all of this made me realize that perhaps what Company Commander Kuang said was extraordinarily true; we might be facing a challenge of unprecedented magnitude.

Xue'er choked back sobs, calling out in her heart. Had Brother Wuqing really met with misfortune? It was very likely. If not for the white-clad man she had never seen before saving her, she would surely have died already.

In truth, at the beginning, he felt nothing toward the Demon King's invasion of the Western Barrens; he opposed it simply because he hated war and did not want the Demon clan’s people to be harmed.

Clenching her teeth, she propped up Situ Feng, but the man was now completely devoid of strength, leaning heavily against her.

"Yes, yes, that's the Spiritual Stone. Very cheap, right? Only two," the boss continued to peddle his wares, oblivious to anything else.

Fatty is right; we are now like caged beasts. With no means of resistance, we can only wait to be slaughtered. We must seize the time to leave this place, but can we really escape successfully?

"Come to think of it, there is something you can help with..." Chen Erhui said, holding his wine glass.

***

After the vengeful spirits let out a few screams, they entered the black mist and vanished. A deathly silence fell over the surroundings; the villagers could hear nothing but their own breathing and the sound of their tense heartbeats.

"It was because Tian Feng had no heirs back then and held only my cousin, Tian Yu (Tian Guorang), in high regard. He repeatedly wanted to adopt Guorang, but my uncle never agreed, so the matter was dropped. If Guorang were traveling with me, this matter would be eighty or ninety percent certain," Tian Chou remarked.

Li Mengyao’s face turned crimson; she kept her eyes straight ahead and quietly shifted to the side.

Zhang Yuanhao rubbed the rough texture of the wooden pillow in his hand and caught the fragrance wafting from it, his mouth and tongue feeling somewhat dry.

For this very reason, the disciples of the Changchun Hall were considered the most humiliated in this arena, and over time, they were even dubbed the "Kings of the Bottom Rank."

The scarred man tried to rise several times, but his body remained as stiff as if it had taken root in the ground, completely unable to move.

As things developed, because Luo Yao feared the Zhengyi Dao, he never dared to head toward Hanzhong. Finally, after Zhang Daoling ascended to heaven, he led his followers into Hanzhong.

Mengyao smiled and said, "It's fine, Captain Xu. I am a mage, too. I've seen plenty of those things; I'm not afraid. Alright, let's not waste time, let's go!" With that, Mengyao pulled Li Yunhui by the arm and headed out the door.

"Fine!" Chu Feng knew the system's temperament all too well; if it said it wouldn't answer, it wouldn't answer, and asking more would just be a waste of breath.

Every secret, prying spiritual sense was viciously stung by this sudden, violent display of power, and like something scorched by fire, they retracted instantly, not daring to pry any further.