Forty-Six Whales

"Your insight is like a blazing torch." Qin Yang said with heartfelt admiration, utterly sincere, as the other party grasped the crucial juncture with just a single turn of thought.

All around, the expressions of the hundreds of people present varied: some were terrified, some depressed, others panted heavily, and a few felt a sense of relief. Each wore a different look as they watched them depart.

Sun Feihu had originally been affiliated with the direct lineage and had even fought against the Northern Expeditionary Army. It was only in the past two years that he was pacified by the Nationalist Government, subsequently expanding his private army under the banner of righteousness. By now, he commanded a force of forty to fifty thousand men.

"Teahouses are a custom of the South, while cafes are a preference of foreigners. Let us rather chat over a dining table; that feels much more genuine," Mu Ming said, waving his hand.

In the original plot, Fang Tianmiu and Hua Feihua were evenly matched, but now Song Mingjing was holding his own against him, forcing Hua Feihua to temporarily retreat.

Hearing Jian Shuo put it this way, Liu Hong felt a slight sense of relief. However, he immediately shook his head again, looking somewhat hesitant.

It was impossible for the Magic Stone Holy Sect and the Spirit Terrace Holy Sect not to harbor such thoughts. Even if they hesitated, the affiliated sects beneath them and the members within the Holy Sect would inevitably possess this aspiration.

Like Lu Zhi, Zhang Bao deployed his cavalry forces on the two flanks of his grand army. On the left and right sides, roughly two thousand cavalrymen—composed of Northern frontier knights and wandering heroes—clashed with the Liangzhou cavalry and the Sanhe knights at the very onset of the battle.

Just like that, a situation that should have been certain death had once again turned somewhat bizarre! The succubus could not clearly explain the situation, but one thing was certain: the other two most troublesome ones were definitely not dead! Yet, with their guards up, those two fellows facing Ye Che once again would undoubtedly have countless defensive forbidden spells piled atop their heads, leaving him zero chance to launch another sneak attack.

After retching for a long while, the jade bottle still contained only a thin layer at the bottom. Who knew how long it would take to fill it up.

If the upper limit of the Dao of Heaven and Man depended upon this world and possessed almost infinite possibilities, then the upper limit of the Dao of Gods and Men depended upon the "deity" they followed, bounded and restricted by frames.

Lu Zhanfang was also stunned for a moment, thinking an immortal had arrived, but upon closer inspection, he recognized Li Yun, whom he had met previously.

Even bound couples can part ways, and the bonds of parents can grow indifferent, let alone friendships cultivated in later life.

Yuan Xiaofang did not wander everywhere; instead, she strolled around this Taoist temple. She deeply loved the tranquil atmosphere of the place. As she walked, she stroked the golden bracelet in her hand, her face filled with warmth and lingering attachment.

"Damn it, they are Cheng Jiahui's men!" Tang Zijin recognized his old rival at a single glance and said through gritted teeth.

His faintly gleaming golden eyes lowered slightly, remaining fixed without moving on the crystal resting in his palm.

In the world of exceptional individuals, she was one of the Four Beauties, a peerless imperial concubine whose Rainbow Skirt Dance was unmatched beneath the heavens.

Just as Li Yun was about to drive his Dharma form, Liu Ziqing before him looked as though he had seen a ghost. He collapsed to the ground, staring at the side where the Dharma form stood, his fingers twitching and the corners of his mouth trembling.

Yang Hao was in a miserable state now. He tried his utmost to dodge, utilizing thrusts rather than slashes when using his sword. Yet such efficiency in killing wolves was far too low; in the blink of an eye, he was covered in scars and bathed in blood.

Lin Yuming paired a composure and calmness that transcended his age with Han Yanhe's hypocritical expression.

After fully comprehending this, Da Meng blurted out such a remark, causing Bai Qing and the others to roll their eyes at him.

Qu Wei's eyebrows twitched. Her athletic figure sprang into the air, her slender hands striking out in a continuous series. Layered and intertwined shadows of palms transformed into a huge, exotic flower that blossomed mid-air, colliding squarely with the charging green ox's head.

It was precisely because he understood all this that Xuan Se did not dare to rashly reveal the matter to Leng Diedun.

This scene lasted for a full day and night. When Cheng Lingyu opened his eyes, all the fluctuations and all the darkness swiftly retreated, dissipating like smoke into thin air, revealing a azure sky.

"Right, so perhaps I should thank her." Han Yuzhe shrugged slightly with a helpless smile.

Emotions and desires are among the fundamental traits that distinguish humans from all other things. Family affection can warm the heart, and romantic love can render one fearless. Yet among them, the one that stirs the blood most passionately must be the bonds of brotherhood—the kind of brotherhood for which one can entrust their very life and death.

Presently, the doctor did not advise her to get out of bed and walk around, so she had no choice but to obediently pull herself up and stay in her hospital bed.

Cheng Lingyu understood somewhat. It was not that his accumulation of resources was insufficient; rather, he had yet to properly integrate everything he had learned, failing to recognize his own foundational path and truly merge his studies into it.

I poured a cup and left it for Gu Changqing, considering it a share for whoever was present, and he accepted it with a chuckle. Over the past three hundred years, I had visited him quite often, and this old man possessed a wealth of experience in all matters—he could well be considered a fine mentor.

Seeing this situation—four against four, with half already raising their hands in agreement—the remaining four exchanged glances. Finally, with a helpless sigh, two more quietly raised their hands.

Hearing this, Yamada stepped forward. The youth atop the arrow tower seemed startled by his recent roar and had ceased attacking. Yamada loudly stated their purpose; lately, he had shouldered the responsibility of operating the loudspeaker, so his lines were already memorized backward.

The wet nurse frowned, seemingly hesitant, her fists slightly clenched. Could she move? While she was still hesitating, a hand suddenly appeared, grabbed her shoulder, and without waiting for any reaction from her, dragged her into the spatial passage.

Yet now, coming from the mouth of An Wuya, the Yun family had instead become rebels and treacherous subjects, while they themselves had turned into heroes who suppressed the rebels and guardians who defended peace. Truly, there is no one most shameless, only those more shameless.

The heavy sword that was originally meant to smash into the mechanical sphere was suddenly swept horizontally by the Sea King, and [Survivor of the Interdimensional Dimension] was forcibly batted away! Ollie took 100 battle damage, leaving his life points at 3900.