Chapter 59 The Way of Dual Cultivation

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On the way back to the cave dwelling, Jiang Heng felt utterly dazed by the sudden stroke of fortune from the heavens. She had unexpectedly obtained a celestial-grade cultivation technique, specially designed for women, which surely meant greater efficiency.

Suddenly, something dawned on her from the information Han Jie had revealed, causing her heart to jolt.

The crescent-shaped boat halted abruptly in midair, hesitating to move forward...

Han Jie was selecting suitable auxiliary items for Jiang Heng’s advancement from the storeroom when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

The "red-faced" old man shook his head and said, "I don't know them. I’m an only child, no brothers or sisters, so..." Before he could finish, the rabbit raised its hand and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek.

The vanguard of the allied forces remained Sun Jian’s troops. With the absence of Lü Bu, who had been a formidable barrier, the entire vanguard surged forward like a battering ram, swiftly breaking into Luoyang.

It was the Footprints in Snow! Such a feat required profound skill, yet the young boy appeared so tender and inexperienced.

People are often strange—desiring something or fond of something, yet outwardly showing extreme indifference, sometimes too lazy even to glance at it, while inside their hearts burn fiercely like claws and bites, their impatience almost palpable.

Feng Mo suddenly woke up but seemed even more confused, apologizing softly, "Sorry, I went to the wrong side," then turned to leave.

Huang Kui made no pause but charged at the venomous snake with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, clearly intent on killing the man without mercy. Indeed, his blows left no room for leniency. However, this time he did not use his hands; from behind, he drew a gleaming, cyan-tinted sword. With a flick of his wrist, the tip buzzed fiercely as it swiftly thrust toward the snake’s chest.

Niu Sanjin was strangled at the neck, desperate to break free. Using his hand, he blocked Feng Wushuang’s stabbing sword and countered with an elbow strike to Tang Niu’s left rib. The rib cracked audibly, yet Tang Niu did not release his grip. Instead, his arm tightened like an iron hoop, choking Niu Sanjin’s neck even harder.

Meng Sanxing, the King of Thieves, watched the blood mist enveloping the armored giant as if watching a play. A sneer curled at his lips, as if silently challenging, “Who’s the prey here?”

Mo Langyue, after Chu Yi and Shiwu turned away, quickly stripped off his clothes and plunged into the water. The warm pool instantly relaxed his tense body.

Song Zhiyun was somewhat bewildered, often losing her sense of direction and unable to find her place. As long as given a hint, she would follow it blindly.

With his hands buried in the earth, his mind involuntarily recalled the heart-pounding scene just now. Her first ‘kiss’—was it lost?

When Yan Li entered, Qing Cang sat alone in the chair, his movements unchanged from before. It was as if he was trying to grasp the air he held close, as if it were his beloved.

Though his question was subtle, the young master’s expression grew increasingly cold, forcing the speaker to fall silent.

At that moment, Zong Sheng truly thought so: to leave with Zong Youxuan, go far away, and care for nothing else.

So, Gu Zhihan used a talisman and softly recited a few incantations. Effortlessly, they arrived inside the haunted mansion.

“Very well, I will leave it to you then,” Qing Cang said, recovering from his shock with a light cough.

“I see both of you are free now. I happen to have a matter needing some help. Would you be willing to find a quiet place with me so we can sit down and discuss it calmly?” Qu Fan’s tone was sincere.

While the young man was still smiling slyly with his head bowed, Xia Wan’an inched forward step by step until she quietly slipped into Classroom A.

The warriors, having resolved to die in battle, felt a surprising ease. Their shooting was measured and composed, marked by a steady rhythm.

After the host livened the atmosphere for a while, he invited Xiao Yueqi to sit on the sofa and, according to plan, began interacting with the other actors. Since Zhou Mo arrived slightly later than Xiao Yueqi, she took the seat next to him.