Chapter 64

To be fair, Number One was not really lying. Given the exceptional individual combat strength of the Purgatory Legion, they indeed had no need for any entry passes to breach this kind of military compound. They could come and go precisely as they pleased. Could the guards possibly spot them? Unless they grew an extra pair of eyes—and even then, they would need the heavenly vision of Erlang Shen.

Qi Yun'er had truly experienced enough for one evening. First came the tasteless banquet and the bizarre sisters of the Qi family. Having barely survived that ordeal, she was then stuffed with a mountain of food. This time she could actually taste it, but the scorching gaze fixed upon her from the side still left her feeling a bit mentally indigestible.

Violent gales swept through the air, yet the surrounding fog displayed none of the fluid properties of gas. Propelled by the fierce winds, the mist merely stirred with a faint ripple before falling completely still.

Having narrowly escaped death, Ao Yu's back was now completely drenched in cold sweat. If that previous blow had truly landed on him, with less than thirty percent of the Tianqu Power remaining in his body, even if he survived, he would undoubtedly have been severely crippled. By then, the fiercely glaring Qu practitioners surrounding them certainly would not have let him off.

The cultivators of the four clans understood the situation instantly, and their complexions turned exceedingly unsightly. Moreover, the ability to take a life in the blink of an eye demonstrated that the ten individuals they had dispatched possessed extraordinary prowess.

He likely also considered leaving himself open to "accepting advice," which was why his office was located very close to the operational areas and frontline employees. This ensured that whenever his "brothers" had a brainstorm, they could come knock on his door at any moment to speak their minds.

Suni replied, "Is there anything money can't accomplish? Let me put it straight for you: interviews and character assessments are all just a formality. After a single meal with the director, she barely paid any attention to me at all."

Thus, he began adding small amounts of water-qi medicinal herbs to the food and gradually began to sense results. Consuming food infused with water-qi herbs truly accelerated the circulation of his water qi, leading to his breakthrough. Of course, he also considered that Muxi's water-attribute qi meridians had once been injured, and sustained consumption would eventually heal her wounds.

Naturally, aside from all this, he would also spend a month assisting Han Ying, the person who had taken him in.

Tell me, what does so-called independence ultimately point toward? Is it "freedom"? Or "relative stability"? Whichever of the two it might be, for today's young people, achieving either is, in truth, no easy feat.

Everything became clear—why Beirut held him in such high regard! Beirut must have intended for him to achieve the status of a dual-element Sovereign! At this thought, Arnold felt a surge of excitement rising within him.

This movement lasted merely a fraction of a second. In the next instant, his body shifted sideways into a throwing stance, instantly deflecting a semi-intangible attack outward.

Baffled by his inexplicable irritation, that dangerous yet scorching aura made Yi Huang yearn to flee on the spot.

"Those are tears of joy, tears of happiness." Lin Yimei gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"The wind...!" Just as he was speaking, Feng Chen gave a sudden start and sprang to his feet nervously. He glanced around his surroundings, then moistened his fingertip with saliva and flicked it into the air to test the breeze.

"It's nothing much, I just wanted to make sure you were awake. I was afraid you might miss your flight," she confessed, voicing the worry she held in her heart.

The rabbit felt puzzled, tilting its head with an even more adorable smile, while the Liao tribesman had already stepped into a shop along the street.

Having calmed down, Zheng Yun fixed his gaze on the machine itself, and at last, he understood what felt amiss.

Even after all these years, the moment he laid eyes on the Golden Light again, Feng Chen recognized it instantly—and not merely because this airship was the very first hunting vessel the young hunter had ever boarded upon setting foot in the hunter world.

Watching Kakashi's expression, Tsunade beside him revealed a very gentle smile. Such a man was truly so dependable.

Wasn't he locked up here precisely to trade for a chance at Xiang Jin's survival? Now this girl actually wanted to die alongside him; what meaning would all his sacrifices have then?

If the Fallen Demon Sect were not ranked second among the eight great sects, it probably would have been suppressed by the other factions until not even ashes remained.

When Zhenyuanzi discovered that the ginseng fruit tree had been burned down, although he showed a trace of surprise at the time, that startled expression looked entirely feigned.

Forget it, I won't save him. I'd better not get myself dragged into this as well; besides, there are no cute girls around—why bother saving anyone?

At any rate, his English was fluent, his appearance was presentable, and he was completely at ease with all the etiquette of Western dining.

"Very well, if this is the extent of your business, the Empress Dowager should return and rest!" Shen Qingling waved her hand impatiently, too lazy to even entertain the matter.

He was born a walking hanger, blessed with a domineering and noble temperament that allowed him to pull off virtually any outfit with distinct flair.

"Perhaps," Chang Maihang said, casting his gaze into the distant horizon as if pondering Gu Yeheng's previous words.

A Heavenly Human Venerable has already transcended the secular world and begun stepping into the Holy Realm. This realm comprises only three stages, each requiring the unlocking of a specific acupoint.

Unable to swallow this bitter resentment, Liu Hao fished out his phone, intending to call a group of thugs from his father Liu Hengxiang's company to clear the venue.

Two bespectacled fellows peeked and glanced furtively while our comrade Feng Lin indulged in Japanese romance films, drooling so profusely that it fogged up their thick lenses.

Consequently, she could only drop her luggage off in the dorm and rush over to eat immediately. Arriving at the hot pot restaurant, she found Momo and Xiaoxia already feasting furiously. Upon seeing her arrive, they merely signaled her to sit down with their eyes while their mouths remained busy chewing.

Zhiyuan and Hong Feng consulted with one another and decided to leverage the favorable terrain to fight another battle. Ahead lay a town called Sanyang, bordered by a vast wetland to its east, and further east still, a massive potter's field for the unclaimed dead.