Chapter 29

Xu Zhi left the Shaolin Temple and followed the original path back to the pool by the waterfall. All around, flowers and grasses flourished, trees grew lush and verdant, and mountain rocks were layered in scale. A massive torrent of water plunged from above with a deafening roar, unstoppable as an army of thousands.

It stood to reason that once Xun Yi and Su Wan emerged, the Law Enforcement Guards stationed there should have immediately inspected the memories of their time in the secret realm. Yet, in the current atmosphere, doing so seemed clearly inappropriate, so they all remained silent, staring at the patch of shimmering silver light in the sky, with no one stepping forward to take the pair away.

The python, stung by pain, coiled its long tail around the wild boar's neck, struggling and constricting its body with all its might to pin the boar firmly to the ground. Held in the snake’s grip, the boar began to struggle for breath, yet it bit frantically at the python's tail.

Zhixia was delighted by Xun Yi's quick wit. She was currently in a state of sudden enlightenment, where silent contemplation and reflection were far more effective than the venting of scriptures and sermons, so she said nothing more and silently closed her eyes.

These negative reports easily stirred the patriotic sentiments of netizens, making people feel that as a fellow citizen, her shameful behavior abroad was a disgrace to everyone. This led directly to Mu Qing’ai becoming a target of public scorn both online and in real life.

Magic wands are absolutely excellent items. Any profession can use them as long as they meet the attribute requirements. Magic wands cannot be crafted by blacksmiths; every wand must be discovered by players through exploration, and blacksmiths can only perform modifications on them.

Shui Tianlan was stunned. She wondered how this old man knew—among so many continents, how did he know they had come from Butterfly Valley?

There were tears of humiliation in the corners of her eyes, yet a faint smile lingered on her lips. This smile caused the man watching her to feel an inexplicable heartache.

The next day was cloudy. The weather was not particularly good, perhaps because it was going to rain tomorrow.

The door they entered was also made of building materials, but a protruding mark had appeared on it; judging by the shape, it was clearly made by a fist.

That sentence spoken after the final exam last semester—he was surely just saying it casually and didn't take it to heart at all, right?

On the bed lay the pale pink lace-trimmed underwear Jiang Lianghuan hadn't had time to wash, resting wantonly on the pristine white sheets.

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Why, they engaged in all sorts of illegal activities—trafficking, smuggling, you name it, they did it all.

Jiang Lianghuan looked up to see Gu Yi’s stern, unsmiling face. His hand gripped his broadsword so tightly that his palm was cut, blood dripping drop by drop onto Jiang Lianghuan’s face, a shocking and piercing sight.

With a baring of teeth, a few droplets of glistening, foul-smelling liquid dripped from the corners of its mouth.

The heavy artillery sent by the Amy Federation far exceeded the performance and craftsmanship of the domestic equipment previously utilized by the Saint Norman garrison.

Unlike them, each one was like a hedgehog, ready to prick you with a needle at any moment.

"Those two ships are not ours," Augustus said, shaking off Di Si’s fist.

Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang was not angry with him, but had instead genuinely abolished the incredibly cruel system of human sacrifice, Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Hearing his son’s excited voice, a slight warmth stirred in Ying Zheng’s heart. He looked warmly at his son, Fusu, just in time to see the look of pure admiration in Fusu’s eyes.

Long before the plane pierced the sea of clouds, Qin Yibai had already left the cabin, concealing his form with an escape technique to observe this world-renowned international metropolis from high above.

Although as a nurse she knew one shouldn't be a picky eater, and she always advised patients in the hospital against it, she truly couldn't stand that strange taste; no matter how many times she tried, the result was always the same.

And so, Ryoma’s birthday gift was decided—a custom-made tennis racket. Though perhaps not a novel gift, Chinatsu still hoped Ryoma would like it.

Since Lin Yu began studying alchemy, he hadn't come into contact with any great masters other than Huang Shi. He didn't even know the names of the alchemy masters famous throughout the Qianyuan cultivation world, let alone guess whose hands these two bottles of pills came from.

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These two guards were two of the Wheel King's shadow guards. Before coming, the Wheel King had stated that as long as these two were present, even if an immortal descended from the heavens, they could not harm a single hair on Qi Donglai’s head, which showed just how formidable these guards were.

"Oh no, the second brother's illness has flared up." Master Haikong launched a powerful strike, gathering energy in both palms and slamming them directly toward Master Haiyuan’s back. Sensing danger, Master Haiyuan struck back with a fist; the collision of the two forces instantly sent Master Haikong flying, landing him right in front of Qi Xuanyi and the others.

Upon hearing Atobe’s name, Jirou shivered all over and consciously scrambled off Chinatsu. He recalled the inhumane training he had received after returning that day—it was truly the most memorable experience of his life.

This "Hell of Extreme Flames" was one of the ultimate moves he had comprehended upon mastering his fire attribute. This was his first time using it, and he hadn't expected the scale to be so massive. Looking at the pale flames that nearly filled the entire arena, describing it as "hell" was no exaggeration at all.

"No." Originally, he had only meant to tease her; taking her before they were married would have been a highly irresponsible thing to do.

Eunuch Yuan realized it in a flash. After hearing it, he felt that this was the only reasonable explanation! Given Qiao Dongling’s temperament, how could she possibly have such kindness toward the Prince of Xian?

Seeing the dazed expression of the Prefect, Xiao Yuanqi, Shen Lingxi knew that this official definitely recognized her.

Lan Nonghua had changed her surname after entering the palace, as only by changing it did she qualify to compete for the throne of Nanyuan. Nanyuan was an open country that did not obsess over the legitimacy of bloodlines, instead upholding the principle that the capable should rule.

"I can cook both Chinese and Western food. What kind of flavors do you like?" Thinking that the butler had just returned from the United States and might have different dietary preferences, Zhao Ke specifically asked.

Unlike in the past, his style had been refined. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the metal chain on the temples of the frames added a touch of retro fashion to his look.