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"Order the servants in the estate to search for that half of the jade pendant; do not leave a single corner unchecked," Yu Kezhou commanded.

[Er Gouzi: Have you lost your mind, or have I? Tens of thousands of them? I would have been obliterated by a great master by now. And yet, he really is a formidable figure. No wonder the Alliance Leader told me to focus on business; he must have known something.]

To continue adding points to Alchemy, two attribute points were required per upgrade. However, as there were many important branches within Alchemy, Yan Xun prioritized allocating these points to the Elemental Transmutation branch.

"Who are you?" she asked, but she could not hear her own voice; it felt as if her throat had been sealed shut.

Ten units of silk could be crafted into one piece of silk fabric, while a silk quilt required one hundred units; the current quantity was only enough to make three.

Having gathered the chaotic loose immortals of the West Sea, the Demon God Kong Xuan dispatched a portion of them to gather news of the True Immortals.

Fan Ze finally understood that the neighborhood committee knew a great deal about his situation, including the fact that he had earned money to purchase the courtyard house.

A single sheet was worth only one or two supreme-grade spirit stones, but hundreds of them together could easily fetch ten to a hundred times that amount.

Had the subsequent concealment methods not been so masterful and devoid of any trace, it would not have been suspected by Princess Huiyue as potentially linked to the Fierce Ghost Clan.

"Ye Xiao, you must understand that I am not negotiating with you; I am merely informing you," Venerable Wine-Crazed said indifferently.

At this moment, Chen Tianfan returned to the security office and sat cross-legged in meditation, feeling that he was still a vast distance away from the next realm, as if it were completely unreachable.

Sliding down its body, I slowly jumped off and went over to Xu Zhi and Fang Peng to set them free.

Lu Yuansheng pondered seriously for a few seconds and, finding no disadvantage to himself, looked to Chen Rang for advice.

Often, it is not that those in power are smarter than you and thus make wiser decisions; it is simply that they possess far more intelligence than you do, which naturally leads to better outcomes.

"Yes, Sister. Godfather is truly wonderful. I think only a man like him can be called a real man," Qin Yujie said sincerely.

The crimson lightning mark on his forehead emitted a faint red glow, like a demon that could devour human souls.

"Forget it, I won't ask you. I'll go buy it myself," Mother He said, waving her hand as she turned and walked into the clothing store alone.

Despite possessing supreme power, he unfortunately dared not use it; if he did, the system would terminate him.

Li Lu’s mouth twitched violently, and before he could say a word, she grabbed him and pulled him outside.

She sheathed her sword, as if tucking away her razor-sharp edge, and Bai Yujing bowed in greeting.

Lou Xiaoxiao underwent training on set every day. Whatever scenes were being filmed nearby, teachers would explain them to her one by one or give her scripts to practice, providing guidance as she performed. This training method allowed Lou Xiaoxiao to improve rapidly, helping her master many fundamental skills and techniques.

"A-Mo, why have you been out for so long?" Because Su Mo had not returned for a long time, Bai Yanxi came out to look for him.

Having escaped death, Feng Tianxue let out a pained roar, suppressing the invading foreign warrior's energy with his own wind-attribute blood essence. A horrific bloody hole had appeared in his leg, and he hurriedly pressed his fingers against the acupoints on his leg to stop the bleeding.

"Baishuang studied under the divine physician Shen Tang of the Shen family; her medical skills are refined. Steward, you should lead the way for Baishuang," Yu Heng said calmly. His voice was as ethereal as clouds, yet weighed as heavily as mountains and rivers.

People began to discuss it, and the underlying theme was the same: as long as Magistrate Fang was there, everyone felt at ease and full of drive to do their work.

Realizing the importance of the fish soup, Emperor Mu Xuan hurriedly fed it to Murong Jiu one spoonful at a time.

In truth, when manifesting the sword formation, even Bai Yujing himself was unsure of what the effect would be.

"Help her walk; her water hasn't even broken yet. It has only just begun, there is still quite a while to go," Dr. Ye said, watching Rong Ting’s tense, grim face, and couldn't help but feel nervous herself.

It was exactly as Wang Mingyang had said: Yu Haochen was not invincible; he was simply adept at hiding his emotions. Like now, his face remained as it always was, but inside he felt as if he were suffering from the same stomach cramps as before.

Before the Daoist Xingye, there were no masters of the Life and Death Realm on the Xingye Continent. Daoist Xingye was an anomaly; while others struggled even to reach the Extreme Dao Realm, he was able to reach the Life and Death Realm in a very short time, and even successfully survive the tribulation to ascend, which was truly astonishing.

Zhu Di knew full well that time was not on his side. Once Sheng Yong saw through his intention to strike directly at Yingtian, he would surely pursue him relentlessly. With little time left, rather than being attacked from both front and rear, it was better to fight forward to find a glimmer of victory. Having made up his mind, he immediately rode back to camp and issued the commander's order for the generals to lead the army out of camp to engage the enemy at dawn.

Later, that great master of the West Extreme Island drove the invading Sea Clan into the Nether Demon Sea. Logically, given that person's strength, he could have driven the Sea Clan much further, so why did he stop at the Nether Demon Sea?

Laziness is the prerogative of the fortunate. In the past, Li Shihong would have lounged on the sofa in the air conditioning, contentedly watching TV, playing games, or listening to jazz while sipping coffee.

The autumn wind was bleak, and in the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, the busiest time of the year for the harvest. Outside Da Ning City, farmers and soldiers were scattered across the endless fields, busy with the reaping.

"Hurry back to the set!" Da Fa could cover for him for a short while, but if he disappeared completely, it would be impossible to explain.

As his thoughts shifted, Bai Yi hit upon a method: he tried dripping a drop of his own blood into the barrier, letting it fall onto the golden lotus.

Luo Zhiyuan suddenly lost interest in Huang He. He felt that Huang He was superficial to the extreme, and continuing to argue with him would only lower his own status.

Seeing his opponent acting so arrogantly, Kun Nuo was incensed. With a roar like a tiger, he crouched down and charged at Nasutai. He took a heavy punch to the back, but his arms tightly locked onto his opponent's right thigh, and he followed up by hooking his right foot behind the opponent's ankles, attempting to trip him.

Likewise, the environment Sun Zhuo lived in was not like the atmosphere in the United States, so his toughness was also considered an act, with people believing that he was actually terrified deep down when a real conflict arose.

The Wang and Xie families, in particular, were clans of nearly a thousand years' standing; naturally, they cherished and valued the reputation of their respective families in Jiangning even more.