Chapter 62

Zhang Sheng silently swept his gaze across the people seated around him. Some were indifferent and unconcerned, some wore expressions of excitement, and naturally, a few harbored looks of disappointment. He took in every single nuance of their expressions.

With that, the old beggar moved sideways like a crab, his eyes locked intently on a corner in front of the opposite shop.

Liu Big-Ears had achieved success and fame, hosting a banquet to celebrate his accomplishments. Everyone vied to add radiance to the occasion by singing his praises, save for Zhao Yun, who maintained a shred of sobriety. He poured cold water on Liu Big-Ears' plan to distribute merits and rewards, bluntly stating that the fields and houses in Chengdu could not be divided, because countless commoners still had no land to till and no roof over their heads.

She insisted on giving the bracelet today. Xie Anruo thought to herself that whenever she looked at this bracelet in the future, she would be reminded of today's events, and it annoyed her to death.

Yet the next second, two gigantic fingers descended directly, enveloping the entire Meiluo and plucking the Meiluo Heavenly Court right between them.

Upon learning that a postpartum hemorrhage had occurred, Lord Song's legs turned weak for a moment. Hearing shortly after that the crisis had passed, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and, without even removing his official robes, hurried to the courtyard where Song Qiuyun resided.

Given the bravery—and even recklessness—he had always displayed, he should never have left the enemy behind his back, exposing his vulnerable spine to them.

Above these human-fat lamps, three heavily decayed corpses hung from black ropes, wearing hideous and ferocious expressions.

"I know you won't listen to my advice, but I still hope you'll take better care of your health and avoid pushing yourself too hard!" Shen Jiayou urged with heartfelt care.

As the chief researcher of the angels, Heshixian—Hexi—loved unknown technology most of all. In truth, given the endless passage of time, if she did not find something she loved to anchor her mind, she feared she would go mad.

Wang Yijian fell silent. Neither he himself nor his past life as the Azure Emperor had much of a mind of their own. In the past, he followed the Eastern Emperor, and after the Eastern Emperor left, he followed Gouchen. He merely wished to be someone devoted entirely to the path of the sword.

The tattered clothes on his body were stained with so much blood that their original color was no longer distinguishable. The style appeared ancient to the extreme, rendering it impossible to tell to which era they belonged.

I swung the long sword in my hand and said, "I would rather die in battle than compromise with you!" With that, I charged forward with the blade, a surging wave of burning fury carried within the weapon as I rushed toward the masked man. The masked man sat motionlessly in his chair, while the fake Long Xuan beside him drew the Chengying sword from his back and met my attack.

As the avatar of the Black Mountain Old Demon was destroyed, the massive mountain that had previously blocked their path vanished along with it. Yen Chih-hsia mustered his remaining strength and performed a spell, forcibly ripping open a gateway in the void. A faint glow spilled through—it was the breath of the mortal world.

"You!" The Jade Emperor was somewhat helpless. Ziwei, standing to the side, nodded to indicate there was no problem. Only then did the two of them follow behind Chiyou toward the passage leading from here to the celestial realm.

Amidst the cheers, David and Ian could no longer contain their eagerness, itching to roll up their sleeves immediately and tear open this ancient wall.

When she woke up, the sky was already bright. She was lying on a makeshift bed, the scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. Footsteps could be heard inside the room, accompanied by purposefully lowered voices. Listening closely, a doctor was doing morning rounds and inquiring about Qin Fangbai's condition.

The moment Xia Yang finished the apprenticeship rituals, marking his formal entry into the Jingwu Sect, the Myriad Realms Pearl within his sea of consciousness suddenly began to slowly rotate, transmitting a stream of information directly into his mind.

Turning around to survey the old courtyard before the banyan tree, he felt a strong urge to go inside and take a look. Subconsciously, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Nursing a deep grievance inside, Lin Sese found herself unable to write a single neat character. Moreover, the mere sight of those thousands of pages gave her a headache, causing her handwriting to grow increasingly chaotic.

Haixing's body trembled even more violently, large tears welling up and spilling down her face. She fought to keep from sobbing aloud, yet she could not stop the tears from overflowing.

Word had it that Zheng Liangzhu had originally intended to pour a massive fortune into film and television investments. Now, however, the two had turned on each other; not only did he refuse to invest further, but he had also withdrawn his previous funding.

At this time, Kisame was still a far cry from his later demeanor. The future Kisame would crush the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki in frontal combat, almost beating him to death even while holding back, whereas the latter's greatest achievement against him was merely scratching a shallow cut on Kisame's cheek.

I turned my head to look at him. This uncle appeared to be in good health and looked quite robust, but when he mentioned things like horizontal lines at the bridge of the nose, I could indeed clearly see a deep crease running across his nose bridge, remarkably distinct.

Far from venting his anger or putting him to death as others might have imagined, he even politely bade farewell to a figure like the Gale Divine Fist before taking his leave.

"Yes, messages are sent to the sect every day. The Tenth Elder sent them when he was here, and I am responsible for them when he is away." Upon meeting Sima Youyue's gaze, Elder Wu did not dare to play any tricks.

When the first episode reached its halfway point, she clenched her fists tightly in excitement, her eyes flashing with a radiant, eager light.

Of course, if conditions permitted, Shinnai Kan also longed to go into secluded cultivation for several decades, emerging only after mastering an arsenal of ultra-S-rank ninjutsu, at which point he could sweep across the ninja world directly! However, this was clearly unrealistic.

In the Bright Moon Palace, Hua Weiyang kept her face taut, looking indifferently at Chu Yunxuan with anger that clearly had not yet subsided.

Because Mengmang had not drawn out any magical treasures, Yi Xuan simply lashed out casually with the Thunder-Shaking Sword to test the waters. Mengmang took a step forward with his left foot, bent his right knee slightly, and thrust his left arm upward with a punch. A fist aura struck the oncoming flying sword dead-on, actually sending the Thunder-Shaking Sword flying with a single blow.

Hearing that he would leave everything to her arrangements, Xiaoyao's heart thumped wildly. *Have I found love? Can she trust me now, going shopping together with me?*

"Have you all decided which arena to enter?" Bai Yunxia asked. Since they had already agreed to join forces, hiding things and negotiating stealthily would only give rise to other problems.

In any case, there were no outsiders at home, so the young woman dressed quite daringly in a yellow-green slip nightgown, the hem just barely covering her rounded buttocks, revealing two plump, milky-white legs that were endlessly alluring.

"Don't be afraid. There is a pouch at my waist. Untie the cord and take it out," Zihan said kindly as she watched Chunhua crawl to her side, offering words of encouragement.