38 Choice

Beyond the comprehension of one's own laws, success depends on how much of the source artifact’s own legal power one can unleash. As for fully manifesting the might of a Tier 4 source artifact, even some Tier 7 powerhouses struggle to achieve it, let alone Tier 5 demigods.

And those "Immortal Officials" and "Good Citizens" touted by the Immortal Court—they occupy the vast majority of resources, but do they possess the corresponding abilities?

Li Yun ignored the fat boss and his companions. He simply watched the exhaust fumes rising from the van, his expression unmoved and indifferent.

Furthermore, he noticed that while these dozens of painted screens shared the same style, the motifs differed: peonies, red plum blossoms, crabapple flowers, orchids... Each was grand, vivid, and lifelike. Surrounded by them, one felt as if immersed in a garden of a hundred flowers.

Xu Jing’s hands remained steady; after all, having served for so long in that place, he had stood his fair share of military postures.

The interior of the dreamscape was hazy and grey, everything around it a chaotic void. The ground beneath him felt like a mass of gelatinous jelly, providing no sense of security whatsoever.

The scene shifted again. This time, Zhang Wei was in a different rental apartment, eating a char siu boxed meal and watching a variety show on television, occasionally laughing aloud at the punchlines. Then, a phone call came in.

I dare not hold your hand, but is it alright if I rest my arm on the back of your chair to show some affection?

Strike while the iron is hot! Yang Hao fired a Gale Bullet directly at the Shark-Lizard Beast, disrupting its movements. Seizing the opening, he swung his sword toward the creature’s dorsal fin.

It was a contradictory feeling. She was not lying—her destination was indeed the Mountain and Sea Realm—yet she seemed reluctant to head there immediately.

The others fared even worse. Relying on their physical prowess, they had become Malekith’s human shields, slammed into the ground dozens of times already.

Seeing them deep in discussion and beginning to stray from the topic, Chu Han hurriedly reined them back in.

After entering the interior of the pyramid, Beta floated directly into a gap beneath the central tetrahedron.

As expected, men say one thing and do another. Didn't he promise not to let her suffer any more grievances? What was this supposed to mean now?

Following that, after communicating with the Senate, the Palace Chamberlain of Nicephoritzes, and Michael VII, Hioelos underwent a shift in his self-positioning. In their trade with the Komnenos, they gradually moved toward a state of equality and mutual respect.

At that time, his swollen face had once surpassed his own, making him the snow leopard with the largest face in the center.

Before leaving, she cast a glance at Qin Mei. She didn't want to treat her this way, but seeing Young Master Su lying in her arms, she felt an inexplicable and intense pang of jealousy.

Therefore, he found it hard to discern for the moment: was Yan Jiefang a friend or a foe? Or did Yan Jiefang simply refuse to let outsiders bully the Yan family?

This time, having reverted to his normal human form, Striker lacked the ability to regrow a new arm. However, to Wang Teng’s surprise, even in his human state, Striker was remarkably stoic and did not let out a single scream.

The shop manager’s attitude had done a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Ning Zhixian was stunned; she had never received such treatment before.

Ye Qiong felt a soreness in her eyes, and tears began to well up, shimmering in her sockets.

I actually had some time today and wanted to write more, but the internet at home went down again, and I couldn't look up references. I'm posting this chapter from an internet cafe; I’ll write more once the connection is fixed tomorrow.

The youth was dressed in brocade robes, his features exceptionally handsome. Upon seeing him, Xia Xun seemed to realize something, and a blazing light ignited in his eyes.

Xia Xun did not reply. He took a pill from a medicine bottle, gently scraped off a trace of powder from its surface, and, encased in vital energy, sent it toward Master Qiao.

"Everyone, I have come here for Xia Xun alone, so I wish to speak with him privately. I ask for your understanding." Princess Yanyue finished, glanced at Xia Xun, and walked out.

Although the Demon Sect possessed many immortal arts, techniques, pills, and treasures, and he cared little for the Confucian inheritance or the contents of the Confucius Temple, the temple was, after all, their discovery.

Just as he prepared to dive deeper, he saw a group of people wearing multicolored clothing, like ferocious sharks, slicing through the silent lake and charging toward him.

Yue Qi got up to turn off the room lights, shoved the tape into the VCR, and then scurried back to the bed like a monkey. A moment later, static flickered across the television screen.

Under Perseus’s immense strength, the once-indestructible shield shattered directly, breaking into pieces.

The old man in the black robe’s face grew increasingly pale, yet he kept his gaze fixed on Xia Xun, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

There was a creak—a very heavy sound—followed by a large cloud of dust falling from above. It seemed no one had been to this dilapidated temple for a long time. Was Princess Qinghe truly imprisoned here?

But before Feng Chenghui could bring his arm down, Sun Yifan suddenly stepped forward, blocking him and grabbing his arm.

Fan Shengmei rolled her eyes, walked to the stairwell, and shouted a few times, but there was no response. She wasn't sure what was going on, but an old man shouldn't be in any trouble; it wasn't as if it were Leilei. She walked back, intending to move the chair back inside, but looked down and found half a flatbread under the chair.

Mother Ying poured Qiu Yingying a glass of water, patted her head, and left. As soon as she was gone, Qiu Yingying smiled. Such mutual consideration and shared burdens—it really felt like a family. She took a sip of water, feeling blissful.

The climate at the border was harsh. Once the Mid-Autumn Festival passed, the weather turned cold rapidly, and the school went on break.

She was right; even if Mu Yingchen did not love her, he had given her the title of Mrs. Mu. No matter how one calculated it, she was the rightful Mrs. Mu.

Not until his silhouette vanished from the ward did Xiao Zitian turn around. The bone-chilling cold from outside the window continued to seep in. She huddled her body; she had vaguely heard a sound coming from Mu Yingchen’s phone earlier.

There was nowhere to hide in the long corridor, so she had no choice but to keep walking, heading straight ahead.

Hero? A look of suspicion crossed her eyes. She didn't understand. She shook her head: "I just want everyone to respect me, so that when they hear we are from our country, they won't dare to bully them."

Luo Jianguo had risen in the official ranks, so he was naturally no fool. Although Lei Chen hadn't explained it clearly, after a moment of silent reflection, he understood his intentions.