46 If You Won't Drink, You're No True Mondstadter (Minor Revision)

Even so, George Alstar still transmitted a message to the upper echelons.

"While there is life, there is hope? What does that mean? It sounds rather profound," Feng Wanli muttered in surprise.

Although spiritual energy existed here, it could only be utilized rather than absorbed. His mental power could not be recovered for the time being.

Feeling a sudden sense of disillusionment and no longer wishing to linger on this chessboard that seemed to govern the universe and all creation, Li Song said nothing more, turned around, and flew down from the chessboard.

Yet he never expected that a sage would be so terrifying. The combined attack of the top ten quasi-sages was shattered without taking much time. Yiyang was struck with shock and horror; for all his immense talent, this was the first time he had faced death at such close quarters.

"Let's notify the officials from the bureaus of agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, and water conservancy to hold a meeting tomorrow," Zhao Zhengce said with a smile.

"Don't listen to my eldest brother's boasting, I don't have any such remarkable ability," Zhao Zhengce said somewhat awkwardly. He chuckled dryly, feeling it was too much to have one's own family praised in such a manner.

Youitian stood right beside Jialian. Jialian had seen the sorrowful battle with Lio clearly, and Youitian was naturally no exception.

Amidst the bustling discussions of the crowd, large barriers began to dissipate one after another. As the barriers vanished, tens of thousands of spectators burst into cheers once more.

Billowing ominous clouds emerged across the horizon. From within the dark mists suddenly materialized a blade a hundred meters long and three meters wide, pitch-black and churning with baleful vapors. Gazing through the all-encompassing clouds from afar, Zhuang Wanggu saw the cold smirk on the lips of the Martial Qu Xingjun within the mist.

Then, under the resonance of the nine heavenly stars, the next instant, beams of starlight flared brilliantly, dazzling to the point that everyone's eyes were completely filled with the radiance.

Upon hearing that he was to be married, Mou Bin was the first to present his wedding gift—a pair of mandarin duck concentric locks along with two hundred taels of silver.

Although Shen Yu had never gambled on raw stones, he had read plenty of relevant materials. Spouting such professional jargon made it impossible for anyone to find fault, and although the young man was extremely furious inside, there was nothing he could do.

Yet today, right here, she had interceded and begged mercy for others time and time again; this had already reached the absolute limit of what she could endure as the First Lady.

Thinking this, Li Zhen could not help but offer a bitter smile. Looking at the kitchen she had tidied up so meticulously, a trace of reluctance unexpectedly arose in her heart.

"This pill is far too precious; you should keep it for other uses, Master! Yu Meng even survived the Ninth-Grade Purple Essence Heavenly Thunder, so why would she fear this mere gale?" Yu Meng knew that Shen Yu possessed only two Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pills and was unwilling to use one on herself.

Heavenly Dao formed a hand seal, and the stray red cord and the Heaven-Controlling Seal flew into his body, vanishing without a trace.

As a peerless figure who had once fought evenly with the Ninth Qiu, losing by only a hair's breadth, Jin Sheng was brimming with absolute confidence. No matter who he faced, he dared to stake everything on a desperate struggle.

When Bai Jiancheng and Chi Zhengyuan entered together, everyone gathered here seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and one after another, they leaped into the vortex. After all, the backgrounds of Bai Jiancheng and Chi Zhengyuan were far from ordinary.

Qin Shuang was merciless to herself and even more merciless to her enemies. Without giving the Chu family's formation any chance to recall their troops, she single-handedly slaughtered all the remaining hundred-plus Silver-Badge Heroes.

Zhao Xiyun nudged Ruixue, pointed at the intensely focused Zhao Xixian, and covered her mouth with a quiet giggle.

Zhaoao frowned slightly; doing this was ultimately somewhat discourteous... Consort Yi waiting so patiently could also be considered a show of considerable sincerity.

Yet... she felt that the time spent with him was rather joyful, carrying an indescribable sensation she had never experienced before.

Zhao Xihou extended two fingers to peel back a corner of the gauze and peeked at the contents inside. It was a mandarin fish with its scales still intact, yet it emitted a foul stench. Unable to bear it, he jumped backward once again.

Parker immediately lunged forward, but he was a fraction of a second too late, watching helplessly as the scorpion beast threw itself recklessly straight into the mouth of the fissure.

However, as they drew closer, Gu Ruan and Wei Jin acted as though the scene wasn't lively enough. Instead of being as cold and aloof as usual, they performed various signature gestures to stir up the fans' emotions.

Ji Haifeng looked into Gu Xi's eyes, where light seemed to be rippling, but it lasted only for a fleeting second before returning to her usual calm expression.

After slaying dozens of members of the demon clan, Ji Fengyan rushed hastily to the plaza. Stepping on her flying sword, her entire body was stained with blood. Her arms and back were crisscrossed with wounds left by the demons, and blood continued to ooze out, weakening her aura drastically.

"If we walk on foot, it will take at least half a night to go from the palace to the Ji family," Xinglou reminded her out of nowhere.

The craftsmanship of the Sacred Dragon Shield was exquisite, and its spiritual energy was exceptionally dense, falling just slightly short of the Azure Blood Exquisite Tree.

Yin Mo said nothing, only smiling at her. She had already known he was handsome, but this smile was outrageously charming, making even the sunlight overhead seem a bit brighter.

"Alright, of course it's fine," Yin Mo released Hua Lian, watching her immediately jump off the bed and back away from him, unable to suppress a smile. *Yet this is not your hometown, and it never was,* he thought to himself.

"Drink your soup first! Help yourself to whatever you want to eat, take your time, we're not in a rush," he said gently.

Upon the execution platform, Imperial Noble Consort Yuan was bound to a wooden cross. She wore a blood-stained palace gown, her hair was a disheveled mess, and not a single ornate hair accessory remained on her head. She had been exposed to the scorching sun for two full hours without a single drop of water to drink; her lips had cracked into several painful splits.

Therefore, she kept her head down, burying herself in her food without even looking up. Who would have guessed that halfway through her meal, she glanced across the table to see someone sitting opposite her? Just from that imposing aura alone, she knew without looking up that it was none other than the Ruler of the Underworld.

The next morning, Qian Lan awoke at Mo Zichen's home. If she had been seventy percent sober last night, recalling those events now made her feel as though her face was burning with intense heat.

On the second-floor balcony, rows of weapon-crafting materials tumbled down into a chaotic mess amidst the aftermath of the battle between the dragon and the cat. It was a scene of utter devastation.