Chapter 36

As their cultivation plummeted rapidly, the Patriarch of the Fengyu clan attempted to repeat his old trick and swallow a pill to restore his strength, only to be struck with astonishment: the pill was gone. He searched his entire body, but found nothing.

In her eyes, these people were merely superficial friends who, behind each other’s backs, regarded one another as enemies.

Therefore, in that split second, no one could react in time. Ni Yexin was still waving his hands and calling out that it was cold when they heard a thunderous "boom."

Upon hearing Gu Zhaojing’s voice, Chou Wuyi looked up, let out a startled "Oh my," widened his eyes, and hurriedly rushed over, reaching out to support Gu Zhaojing by the waist.

Living as a mere shell without a soul, drifting through life in a daze each day, she grew increasingly weary of her current existence. How she longed to go out and wander, to reach a place where no one lived; or perhaps, to go somewhere crowded and cast away her youth.

Master Zhu was shocked to hear that a former wife of his had come looking for him. He had no such wife, so he felt perfectly confident in his plan to coax the woman away.

The Divine Commanders, Army Generals, and High-Ranking God Generals were all prepared, waiting to see what tricks this Demon Consort had up her sleeve and what kind of person she would send.

Hua Qingyan did not refuse Wei Xiao's kindness. She waved him off, telling him to make himself at home, and turned into the kitchen. Before long, waves of sweet, cloying fragrance wafted out, enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

Perhaps for some reason, it could not descend in its true form, which is why it chose to hide within the physical body of Gongsun Xin, using his vessel to escape that realm.

To protect the injured Shi Yao in his arms, when the attacks from those two descended, Shui Xizhi did not hesitate to place his own body in front of her.

Yuan Ling returned the jade slip to Min'er, feeling that something was amiss. Through the memories of Qian Laiye, he knew that while the items being auctioned were rare, they were not exceptionally precious; they could be bought at any ordinary auction house and were not items that were priceless or unavailable.

"Ling Xiaochen has been dissatisfied with me for more than a day or two. But since my good brother Qian Feng has been apprenticed to him, it is difficult for me to say anything," Qian Ye said.

Rong Wanxi smiled to herself. She knew that while she appeared brainless, she was, in fact, quite calculating.

Murong Qingwan felt a wave of warmth flowing from her palms through her limbs and bones, helping her resist the cold air rushing toward her.

The Empress was ill, yet the Emperor would not allow imperial physicians to examine her, nor would he even prescribe medicine. Every day, she ate nothing but boiled cabbage in water and pickled radishes—food so meager that even the servants refused to eat it, yet she did not mind in the least.

No one knew what was going on in the minds of these two three-year-old children, nor could anyone be sure that such a surprise would truly move them.

"Besides, did I tell you to poison the arrows? Did I tell you to kill my father? Are you suggesting that just because you poisoned my father to death, I should be grateful to you?"

The corpse fragment was about two meters long and over a meter wide. It appeared incomplete, as if it had been severed by some immense force, with numerous clear signs of breakage along the edges.

After they died, their bodies were invaded by evil, transforming them into beings that knew only slaughter—and they were powerful! Many of these corpse-ified experts from the Ancient Tombs of the Heavenly Sword possessed strength not even inferior to experts of the Nine-Shatter Realm.

"Actually, regarding this matter, while Father was not entirely wrong, he was not entirely right either. It’s hard to say."

If someone in the know were to see this, they would certainly express surprise, for these two characters represented the Qingyun Team, one of the top competitive teams in the country. However, the player using Zed was only a member of the second team.

For people like this would not only be of no help, but would also hinder progress at critical moments.

"The satellite was shot down directly. We couldn't capture a photo of the opponent," Yamagishi Takeshi shook his head.

Suddenly, the blood bead Li Shan kept hidden in his robes stirred. The once icy temperature turned scorching hot in an instant. With an "Oh!" he hurriedly pulled the bead out and threw it onto the table.

"You're so cheesy!" Shen Mengqing tapped Lin Feng on the chest. Despite her words, her face was brimming with a happy smile.

Lin Yu gave a wry smile. With a graceful movement, he transformed into a stream of light and flew into the gate of light. As time and space shifted, he found himself in a desolate land upon regaining his focus. The strange aura drifting all around exerted intense pressure, making it difficult for Lin Yu to breathe, so he hurriedly adjusted his internal energy.

Li Shan agreed without a moment's thought! Whatever, he would just coax her to stop making a scene for now. What kind of place was the Demon-Releasing Sect? It was the lair of the demon cult. Asking him to go there to die? What kind of scheme was that?

On the contrary, as the origin of the world gradually flowed into every one of his cells, the color of these flames began to change.

Milicic walked onto the stage with a shy smile. On the way, a staff member handed him a green hat; there was no way around it, all rookies drafted by the Celtics had to wear a green hat once. Wearing the hat, Milicic looked even more green. He stepped forward to shake hands with Stern, revealing a bright smile.

In the circles of the powerful and influential, carrying a coffin depended on one's background—and not just background, but also virtue, character, talent, and so on.

"Gorgulich?" When Homenis heard the name, his mind was filled with question marks.

The "Tang Dynasty Immortal" who had been rambling in front of the Bolu nobles and chieftains added another layer of mystery to his legend. If a canned-food Taoist was this impressive, how powerful must his boss be?

His pace was casual, as if he were strolling in his own courtyard, showing none of the tension or murderous aura typical before a great battle.

With a clanging sound, the entire scene burst into activity. Chefs from various famous hotels began to cook, heating oil and chopping ingredients; the area was soon filled with a cacophonous noise.

Xin Han and Thor were transcendent figures among the Avengers. With their stance, the matter was settled. Even if Fury was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do. He nodded with a cold face and called Coulson to leave immediately, even canceling his plans to attend the victory banquet.