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Not to mention anything else, the equipment alone is worth an infinite fortune on the market. This mission is of vital importance to Ning Fuchen; he must prove his strength.

"Crown Prince, all that has been confirmed so far is that the heir to the Earl of Peace lied. It hasn't been linked to you yet. Are you not being... a bit too impatient to jump out and demand that the Emperor clear your name?" Consort Yan’s eyes shifted as she looked toward Chu Yanzhi.

Since the incident, the Begonia of the Four Seasons had activated its defensive star formation, strictly controlling visitor entry. Visitors were required to be local residents, and each guest was allowed only one visitor at a time.

"That shouldn't be a problem." Ning Fuchen hesitated for a moment, glancing at the dozen or so raw stones remaining.

Finally, he climbed out from the stone pillar and reached the top. The summit was a vast, open flat area, larger even than the base of the pillar. It was unclear if this was merely a platform or if the pillar grew wider as it ascended.

"He didn't sell the item to me; that is exactly why I came to see you," Boss Wei said to Old Yang with a bitter smile, his expression a stark contrast to his previous smug demeanor.

"It was you! It must have been you who framed me! I had already thrown that handkerchief away; you must have intentionally taken it to frame me!" Xiao Xile suddenly pushed Mrs. Li away, pointing a finger at the tip of Xiao Xiwei's nose, her eyes practically spitting fire.

In this way, all mundane matters would be settled, allowing Ning Fuchen to focus on his cultivation without distraction. Only by resolving these issues could he hope to reach those legendary realms, or perhaps even ascend to immortality.

"What’s wrong? Not resting?" Wei Qianlan asked, having changed into his fur robes and lying on the bed, watching Gu Ningyan, who remained motionless at the table.

Poor Sazakmos had schemed and plotted with extreme cunning, but what use was that in the face of absolute power?

In his haste, he had no choice but to circulate his spiritual energy, gathering it at his back to withstand the wind blades with his spine. Simultaneously, he unleashed the Falling Goddess Astonishing Swan Palm, struggling to dissolve the incoming streaks of light.

"Please rest assured, Inspector. I shall certainly eliminate the bandit menace in the Guisui Circuit on this trip," Fang Hua said, bowing.

Tang Seng was startled. He was on the verge of reaching the Western Heaven to see the Buddha, yet how could someone say that heading west was a path to death?

"Actually, you already wounded him just now," Ziji, who had been silent for three years within the divine artifact’s space, suddenly spoke up.

Years later, Snow established a rule for the teams he coached. He would never forget that game—it was just a smile, a single glance. Chopin, who had been defending him with total focus, had not been paying attention to anyone else, yet after that look, he immediately let his guard down and lunged toward Allen.

At that same moment, the entire Three Realms fell into a sudden silence, as if something terrifying were about to emerge. Billions of living beings froze in place, trembling in fear.

With these words, the two struck out with their palms simultaneously, hitting Kang Min and Quan Guanqing, instantly reducing them to ashes.

On the other side, Taishang Laojun acted as if he did not see or hear the man's wild cursing and frenzy.

The bald, yellow-robed old man glanced at Chen Fei, eventually shaking his head with a bitter, helpless expression.

Because he was always busy with work, Ma Changkun married late, having a son only in his thirties. Later, he was persecuted due to historical issues, which caused his family to suffer as well, leading to a clear estrangement in the father-son relationship.

From the moment he was locked in the confinement room, Zhong Wei sank into a depression, until that night tiger walked into his dreams.

He seemed to see his own internal organs. Where was his head? Where were his feet? Where were his hands? It was a question.

As if afraid that Qin Beidou would make things difficult for Ye Shanghan, Ye Yongchun even pulled Ye Shanghan to his side while trying to smooth things over, looking as if he were determined to protect him.

The drizzle had been falling all day. Zhao Shiyu sat cross-legged on a prayer mat with a table before him, upon which lay a dozen jade slips and a pot of tea. He picked up one slip, read for a moment, then sighed and put it down.

Guan Erya was in the prime of her youth and had never even been in a relationship. Caught off guard by the attack on her chest, she instinctively cried out, scrambled to dodge Ye Shanghan's hands, and, in a conditioned reflex, swung and slapped Ye Shanghan across the face.

Her crying was highly infectious; almost everyone present was moved, each feeling a sudden urge to comfort her.

Tong Muhe was now just a soul residing within a piece of jade. He did not want to take risks; he knew that from the day he turned into a bird, his path to longevity had begun halfway through. As long as Shizi lived, he would never die. For him to perish, someone would need a rare treasure capable of shattering or splitting the Soul-Nurturing Jade.

Following the subterranean river southward, one would emerge from the mountains into the flat North China Plain. Another dozen miles or so would lead to highways and railway lines. Once those two bandits reached that point, capturing them would be difficult.

Dong Luyu and the others were clearly here to cause trouble. Since they disregarded their former friendship, how could Ye Shanghan be polite? With a cold smile, he brushed Dong Luyu's hand off his shoulder, and without another word, left with Mu Mian.

Even though she could have defeated her opponents and bested the Mercenary Empire's First Legion, Diana, as the commander of the Black Flame Dragon Legion, repeatedly ordered a retreat.

Fortunately, in the seventh game of the Eastern Conference Finals, the Celtics' wing player committed another error. Each of them was only thinking of his own performance, completely losing their team coordination.

Given Li Chen's attitude, Yafeinailin was genuinely worried that if they were to run into a powerhouse from the Divine Realm, Li Chen's arrogance might bring unnecessary trouble upon them all.

This forbidden technique required no magical elements and no source of divine power; it relied purely on the power of faith.

The Tang army had been bombarding Yun City for six days. The losses of Alada and his troops had only been four or five hundred men, but in the last half-hour, the losses were ten times that of the previous six days combined.

As an ambitious man, Yang Ji had long tried to crack the mystery behind the Tibetan curse, but after years of research, he had found nothing. Zheng Peng was an outsider who boasted that he could complete in five years what his predecessors had failed to do in over a century—what a blowhard.

The string of prayer beads expanded rapidly in the air, connected by a screen of light, instantly transforming into a solid barrier.