Volume One, Chapter 31: You Want to Be the Village Chief

After smearing his essence blood onto the Bronze Immortal Sword, he struck the blade with the Soul-Suppressing Bell, which he had infused with spiritual power. The sword immediately emitted a dark red halo and began to drift slowly into the air.

Three years later, when her contract expired, she joined the Modu Station, which happened to offer her a favorable time slot.

Faith is the supreme essence for cultivating the soul; the stronger the power of faith, the purer the soul becomes. Qing Hu’s act of kindness today unexpectedly earned him a glimmer of the light of faith. In the future, this light of faith would bring infinite benefits to Wang Man’s cultivation, but that is a story for another time.

Therefore, Wang Jian did not care whether Dong Shuni and Rong Jiaojiao were sincere; as long as he could enjoy the benefits, it was enough.

True Person Yuding performed the Supreme Clarity One-Breath mystical technique. Everyone felt a rush of wind whistling past their ears and saw clouds and mist blurring before their eyes, arriving instantly at the territory of the Seven Kills Alliance.

He was far more than just an inner-sect disciple; as of two years ago, he had already become a direct successor, though for certain reasons, he now had to conceal his true status within the Wutong Sect.

Hearing this, Zhang Xin was startled, thoroughly snapping out of the breathtaking vision of snow-white skin, and hurriedly made his way to the restroom.

This was a space resembling a mountain cave; the surrounding walls were pitch black, exuding a foul, musty odor. Above, everything was hazy and obscured from view.

The future candidate for the General of Thunder County had to emerge from among them. Acting alone would surely be seen as having ulterior motives, whereas acting together would demonstrate the unity among the brothers.

Qin Feng walked toward his dormitory, filled with confusion. He had considered all sorts of outcomes, but never one like this.

Her movements were slow, the curves of her long legs wrapped in silk stockings looking exquisite. Though he had just released, Liu Tianming felt something that had been suppressed within his body beginning to stir once more.

"A political marriage? With He Qi?" Cheng Xueyan recalled that someone had indeed mentioned this in the back garden.

About half an incense stick of time later, the carriage drove out from the gate again. The coachman’s face was glowing, radiating a sense of pride, though it was tinged with even more annoyance. The butler of the Cheng estate stood respectfully at the gate until the carriage turned out of the alley before returning inside with the same reverence.

***

It was fair to say this, as it was the first time Lan Li had hosted a formal banquet. The atmosphere and environment were of such high standards and prestige that Hollywood simply could not compare; Chris’s nervousness was entirely understandable.

After regaining his composure, Qin Wuyan became increasingly wary of Jin Ping'er. He glanced at Gui Li and, seeing that the latter seemed completely unaffected, held him in even higher regard.

"You don't know him, but he seems to know you." The image of that blond bastard and the inexplicable sentences he spouted popped into his mind naturally.

"You haven't answered yet: what if the Tachibana family loses?" Tsunade stepped forward, looking at Shuntaro with a smile on her lips.

Cheng Cangyi drank in silence. As a bead of liquid slid down the corner of his lip, Qu Leyao picked up a water-blue handkerchief to wipe it away.

The bone blade carved a brilliant white arc through the air. The creature let out a shrill scream; its body continued to lunge forward due to momentum, but its head had been split in two.

Tang Che, who had been fighting Tang Ma just moments ago, had already restrained his opponent. Yet, somehow, Tang Ma suddenly surged with such great strength that with a mere flick of his arm, he tossed Tang Che away.

"Then close your eyes first," Mi Xue smiled, looking completely harmless. No one could guess what she intended to do next.

Guided by Tie Zhibang, Bao Feiyang arrived at the reception room in the middle of the second floor. The room was brightly lit, and Tian Gangqiang, the top leader of the provincial committee, sat quietly on a solid wood sofa near the window, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, gazing out the window at something unknown.

Seeing the second son of the Huo family charging toward him, Liu Yansong was not alarmed but delighted. He let out a low whistle, and a subtle wave of divine sense swept toward his opponent, easily affecting the Huo family member's mind and causing his movements to slow down instantly.

"No, sir. Shupite found the mole we had in the Amazon camp and personally delivered the original message and this contract to him..." The traveler below pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Muse.

There was simply no other choice. Although the puppet held no weapons, its hands still posed a massive threat to Liu Yansong.

"Eh? How?" Zhan Gui looked at his fist in confusion. He had clearly felt an explosive energy erupt from his punch just now, so why was there nothing?

***

Although Wu Siyuan was very famous in the Hong Kong film industry and knew many well-known and powerful people in the circle, that was Hong Kong after all; Taiwan could simply choose to ignore him.

It was already twelve o'clock noon when he left the Yellow River Hotel. Not daring to waste time, Bao Feiyang immediately hailed a taxi and rushed back to the Zhongtian University faculty housing compound.

"Uh!" Feng Yifeng didn't know what to say. He did indeed have plans to marry Nan Nan and start a family in the future, but that plan wouldn't materialize for at least another ten years.

When tigers fight, they rely on the strength of their hindquarters, but when tanks collide, what do they rely on?

Because of Sun Yumeng’s growth, the gloom of bankruptcy and deception was swept away in an instant. Sun Jianyong leaned back in his chair, a spirited smile once again gracing his elegant, masculine face.

Li Haoling wondered if he had woken Sun Yumeng up incorrectly. Had she fallen?

Then, Yang Dongqing suddenly retracted his spear, turning the seven-meter-long weapon into a one-meter-long short staff. With a sharp tug, he sent Fulin’s body crashing to the ground.

However, not everyone could grasp this loophole. Du Shaoyu, on the other hand, could, because they had undergone incredibly brutal training in this area.

The next moment, a wave of thought was released from his forehead, heading straight for the thorn ball without the slightest hesitation.