Volume 1, Chapter 65: Forging the Culinary God

Suddenly, a gust of wind stirred from behind as Lin Yi leaped over his head, striking out in mid-air to shatter the dazzling vortex of light. His own body was thrown high into the air, pinning him flat against the rock face above.

There was no other reason. The fierce outburst of the mother beast just before parting took Ye Ziluoid by surprise, prompting him to instantly leap into his own spatial dimension to take temporary refuge.

Tang Jin's wrist was gripped so tightly by Wang Yiqing that the fingers sank deep into his flesh. Finally waking from the pain, he hurriedly released his hold, only to find that the other person had already passed out cold.

Conversely, if one were to adopt a genial and pleasant attitude in an attempt to win Jin Chengwu's favor, this utterly clueless idiot might simply take advantage of the situation and push his luck, genuinely believing himself to be someone extraordinary.

Guyan placed the storage talisman and the jade bottle in front of the burly rogue cultivator and said indifferently, "Since that is the case, these black stones now belong to me." The burly rogue hurriedly nodded, fearing that Guyan might go back on his word.

He patted Lin Yi's shoulder and continued, "As for my identity, you need not waste your energy guessing. Ultimately, what I am doing is for your own good."

When Xingluo walked into the Zizhi Studio once more, she instinctively headed toward the entrance of the Jingwei Hall. It was not until she saw the three prominent characters "Jingwei Hall" that she suddenly froze. After standing dazed for a long time, she turned and walked toward the distant Hongyu Hall.

The silver radiance vanished, and the swirling wind ceased. Immortal Master Wu Kuang stared in absolute shock at the countless mottled spots all over his immortal armor, gently stroking them with a heart-wrenching ache.

Extrapolating from this, could it be that his bonds with Guan Yuxue, Ye Hongling, Cheng Yurou, and even Beigong Lingyu were also forged because of this unique affinity?

Lin Yi felt as though his soul was about to drift away into the boundless void, and he could no longer maintain the circulation of his inner breath. Yet, lost as they were in this wondrous realm of ecstasy, who would care, and who would even spare a thought?

Judging by this battle rhythm, completing the challenge mission posed no great pressure for Yang Yan.

Carrying a somewhat depressed mood, Fang Renran opened the window and looked out at the sky. Judging by the newly risen sun, the vast majority of the patrol guards in Tianjiang had already withdrawn by now, presumably having searched the entire realm thoroughly through the night without finding a single suspicious individual.

Six swords materialized before Leng Xiaohan. After pondering for a long time, he still could not determine what exactly lurked within the water.

What he found most unacceptable was that his twenty-year-old soul was trapped within the body of a mere toddler.

She did not yet know the extent of her own strength. Facing the elderly person before her, she could only sense a realm even more formidable than that of her Sister Huaqing, and naturally had to give her absolute all to respond.

The next moment, Sun Bing had already arrived before the ethereal domain of flying immortals. A vast yet precarious aura rushed toward him, faintly carrying a terrifying pressure.

He had no pleasant words to offer, and I gave him no warm look. Stepping out of the vehicle, I slammed the door shut with unsparing force. He smiled helplessly from behind the rolled-up window, and in a flash, the car vanished from sight.

After Sherlock finished speaking cheerfully, he seemed to already envision the near future: whenever those player lords distributed wages to other NPCs, a portion of the magic stones would inevitably flow back to him. The more people he hired, the more magic stones Sherlock would earn.

Shuoming could never allow Bai Zixox to enter; how could he ever face Bai Ruxue if he did? Oh, just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Upon entering the room, Li Qiao seemed to let down her guard. However, just as she was about to take a shower to welcome the first time in her life, she received a knock on the head.

"...Alright, Fei'er, I will give you time to consider. I only want you to let you know that I don't deny my playboy nature, but I am definitely never a scumbag. For the person I love, I will love her with all my heart." Liu Yong still gazed into Su Fei'er's large eyes with an earnest tone and a profound look.

"Whoosh!" Mr. Hai's figure darted swiftly forward, and in the midst of his rapid charge, a silver needle materialized in his hand.

Chen Mo watched as Star-Lord and the others drank and flirted, while he walked over to the wall inside the bar and stared closely at its surface.

Faced with the suddenly intensifying pressure ahead, Chu Feng's expression tightened slightly. A dagger appeared in his hand out of nowhere, and instead of retreating, he surged forward to meet the tiger head-on.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng snapped out of his wondrous reverie. Only after snapping back did he perceive through his spiritual sense that a very peculiar aura had just attempted to burrow into his cerebral cortex, presumably seeking to control his mind.

The Right King narrowed his eyes. To be honest, he was quite startled when he first laid eyes on this country girl.

Chu Feng pondered inwardly when suddenly, he sensed a fluctuation of auras—or to be precise, several auras.

Finally, lacking reinforcements, these three hundred thousand rebellious soldiers marched toward their doom, fighting to the last man under the onslaught of countless imperial troops.

As for Xia Jianghai, needless to say, he and Zheng Jianmin split up, each taking charge of separate duties while he dedicated himself entirely to this specific task.

Yet the next second, Yu Xinshen extended her leg, caught the egg smoothly on the instep of her foot, and with a flick of her ankle, kicked it right back into her hand.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Huang Yulong raised his voice and shouted, "What is going on in this household? The dog ran away and nobody cares?" His intent was to use the dog as a conversation starter with the master of the house, paving a relaxed way for the impending negotiations.

Listening to the cryptic conversation between the Senior State Official and Luo Hao, Kuang Tian felt utterly bewildered and could not help asking.

"Alright then." Qin Xiangyang rubbed his nose. Such a scenario was indeed imaginable; since the goal was to look ugly anyway, it didn't matter whether it looked good or bad, and intentionally cutting it a bit ugly could even save some money—killing two birds with one stone.

This trick no longer worked on Wen Ya. She smiled and instead took the initiative to peck Qin Xiangyang lightly on the cheek.