36 Sunday, a Master Baker

It was a pity that the White Tiger King harbored immense ambition and was unwilling to bow to anyone. In his eyes, Zhao Lei was weak and isolated, making him a manageable opponent, but the Dragon Clan was an entirely different matter. Even if he exhausted the full might of the Southern Forest Demon Realm, he would be no match for them.

The gargantuan, blood-red spider possessed four pairs of compound eyes, appearing truly terrifying. The bristles surrounding its head had transformed into gruesome, blood-red barbs.

On the contrary, the ancestors who had been overthrown by the collaboration of alien races and traitors were being heavily criticized, wantonly insulted, and distorted beyond recognition, as the perpetrators sought to have future generations view them as archetypes of failure.

Duplication, however, was merely the imitation of certain moves and martial techniques; it did not involve the manipulation of energy, consuming only focus and mental power.

In a flash of lightning and a peal of thunder, a beam of white light suddenly appeared with a "ping." Immediately after, a strange creature wearing a white jacket, wielding a bow and arrow, and draped with a wolf soul tumbled onto the ground.

Shi Yufang felt deeply impressed by Xu Bansheng’s strength. He tossed Master Yin Dinghua and his grandson out, shut the heavy door, and remained expressionless.

At this point, everyone had a clear understanding of the Eye Realm and internal energy, and their goals became exceptionally distinct. At the very least, they had to achieve what Qin Tian had. If Qin Tian could do it, they certainly could too. Even if they were not as talented as him, as long as they worked hard, they would reach that level sooner or later.

His entire body swelled as if it might burst from the power brought by his unparalleled fury, and the Tiger Soul Blade in his hand trembled violently.

A sound of metal shattering followed, and a faint bloodstain unexpectedly appeared on Luo Zhu’s arm.

This was the combined effect of the Sound Dao Pattern and the Weakness Dao Pattern. Chen Pan had fully mastered the technique of materializing Dao patterns and was beginning to experiment with combining two types to forge more powerful artifacts.

Indeed, Ying Zheng and the Candle Dragon had come to a halt. Their massive gold-and-red bodies hovered at the edge of the firmament, the eighteen lotus blossoms erupting from their bodies frozen in place. A pair of dragon eyes, burning like fire, shifted slightly, gazing down at the newcomer who had arrived just in time with an arrogant and majestic demeanor.

Han Huiyang dodged repeatedly. Seeing that his peach-wood sword could not harm the black zombies, he began to perform footwork to evade them. However, under the control of the corpse-raiser, the three black zombies pressed in relentlessly, eventually forcing him into a corner.

Although he did not know the reason, he didn’t need to think twice to know that the other party must have been displeased with Lan Yu’s situation.

The Yaksha was a ferocious monk. His nose was split down the middle, as were the corners of his eyes, his mouth, and his forehead. Bright red flesh writhed behind the torn skin—injuries caused by the chaotic internal energy rampaging through his body when he failed to break through as a Grand Fist Master. Beneath his clothes, these gaping wounds were even more numerous.

Looking back, it seemed there was no need to pass any cameras to get from there to here. She looked up at the towering building, lost in thought for a moment, before parking the car leisurely and heading inside.

Lin Wan gasped. She had considered paparazzi or news reporters, but the one person she never expected was Nancy. How could she be here?

As for the twelve generals of the Heaven-Seizing Stronghold, the eleven men respected Hong Wanxing, so they naturally gave face to Lan Wan'er. Furthermore, over the years, they had come to genuinely admire the business acumen and military leadership of Tantai Yueling and Lan Wan'er.

Zhang Jue shook the wiretap and tapped his phone; the conversation between her and Shen Qing played clearly from it.

Unfortunately, just as the spear pierced through the mist, a hand grasped its tip. It was like the Buddha picking a flower—seemingly effortless and relaxed, yet it carried the weight of an entire kingdom.

Since the only path forward was to enhance his own true qi, he could not rely on easily finding solar or lunar energy here, but for an alchemist, that was not a major difficulty.

The trees in the forest were all unimaginably massive, their dense leaves blocking the entire sky. Occasionally, a beam or two of light would pierce through the foliage to hit the ground, but it only illuminated the immediate vicinity and could not change the overall gloom of the forest.

Chu Wuli possessed a powerful divine sense and could perceive the various auras around him. He remained calm, leading the way in the correct direction to avoid incoming demon beasts as he continued to head deeper into the Miaoyu Forest.

The excitement of condensing a void core vanished completely after Liu Rufeng was annihilated. Tie Yahan and Zhen Lin, feeling listless, propelled the Fish-Tail Shuttle spirit boat toward Companion Moon Island, the image of Fang Yan occasionally surfacing in their minds.

Outside, eight burly men pushed the pulleys to raise the thousand-pound gate. As they watched the gate slowly rise, the warden introduced the impenetrable entrance to the dignitaries with great pride. However, he suddenly noticed that the dignitaries' amiable expressions had frozen, as if they had seen a ghost.

Xu Yunlong narrowed his eyes. "That Duanmu Jianfeng actually dares to profane Yiruo, and that Wang Renchu, hmph!" With his cold snort, the air in the room instantly chilled.

Although he was smart enough to hear that Lan Jiasheng seemed to be planning to leave him for somewhere, Di Renjie did not ask, simply nodding to show he understood and taking the bottle.

The middle-aged man continued to ask, seemingly oblivious to the existence of Dong Quanzhi. Even the people behind him stood coldly in the air, not looking at the shouting Dong Quanzhi.

Gradually, Ling Shaoqi’s "Taiji Heaven-Opening Art," which had not yet been practiced to its highest level, began to fail against Duanmu Jianfeng. His internal organs felt as if they were churning, and his true qi became obstructed.

Chidai was bitten until her whole body went soft, and she "gritted her teeth" to "bite" back at her husband’s vital point, launching another great battle.

Just as Gu Yue passed the two guard posts, he paused, then raised his right hand to give a military salute to the two men. The two soldiers at the posts returned the gesture, one with a hand salute and the other with a rifle salute.

After leaving the teaching building, Chen Feng made me walk in front while he held onto Liu Meng behind me. Brother Liu brought a group of security guards over and asked me what was going on. I could only shake my head at them and left the school with Chen Feng.

After saying this, Murong Yu left. Murong Yan walked to my side and said with a smile, "What do you like to play? Let’s go play a few rounds."

Su Yun went to pick two of the fully grown gourds and filled them up for Ning Zi'an.

Shan Shan was his god-sister; he couldn't possibly be a "thief" in his own house and actually become "intimate" with his sister, could he?

Having made up their minds, the group arrived at an entertainment complex called Hezhong. This complex could be considered the most luxurious in the capital: the first floor was an arcade, the second was karaoke, the third was a gym, the fourth was a swimming pool, and the fifth was a billiard room.