Chapter 118: Gale

Upon hearing the wails of Fugui and Tuanzi, Daoist Yangliu stepped into the room, holding a jade bottle in his hand with a disdainful smirk. "Now, everyone is finally here."

"Where are my Qiongqi and the Devourer of Heavens?" Qin Xiaomo demanded, peering desperately behind him.

Daoist Yangliu gave his jade bottle a shake. "With two divine beasts to nourish my primordial elixir, I won't need to wait seven days. In just one day, I shall recover my strength, and with their essence, my cultivation may even soar to new heights. Hahaha!"

"Where are they?" Qin Xiaomo shouted, her eyes reddening with urgency.

"Why, they have been absorbed into my precious bottle, of course..."

If she were to stake everything on a single fight now, she had a ninety percent chance of killing this wolf demon, but it would cost her at least seventy percent of her spiritual energy.

"No, I just feel that the world is not fair at all." Shen Nanxing shook her head. She could foresee that Zhao Rendong would eventually forgive Wei Peng.

This problem weighed heavily on his mind. The corrective effect of the "scurvy treatment" was still acting upon the "Jenova cells," which suggested that the cells continued to exert negative influences on his body. The warning from his "Observation Haki" was not without merit.

Pei Xihe moved like a swimming dragon, the Sky-Light Blade already in her palm. As the inscriptions upon it ignited, she swung it, unleashing a torrential wave of sharp, murderous intent.

The blade passed without a trace, and the flames vanished into ash. The external evil was finally reduced to a pile of black dust, leaving only an eerie, scarlet glint upon the edge of the Sky-Light Blade.

A chill ran through his entire body. He had not expected that even at her young age, Wei Junfu would have kept such a clear record of every single one of his wicked deeds.

Sheng Yeyi watched her with a foolish grin. When Nanxing put on the jewelry—the necklace and the bracelets—she couldn't wear the earrings, as her ears were not pierced.

The flying boat descended slowly. Jiang Yinxi stepped out, his feet touching the ancient floor tiles; the years etched into each stone were perhaps greater than the age of the Jiang family's founding ancestor.

After all, the guard had been sent by Cao Cao; he had not spent much time with him and would only obey orders.

Every gown looked stunning on Ruan Ruoyan and suited her perfectly, as if each had been tailored specifically for her.

"Its destructive principle is similar to an electromagnetic pulse bomb, capable of instantly destroying all electronic equipment. However, while an EMP bomb causes widespread destruction, our new weapon is a directed-energy killer. It is somewhat similar to a laser, yet its power is magnified countless times. Whatever it strikes is instantly obliterated; it never misses."

From a team of just over twenty technicians at the beginning, they now boasted over ten thousand excellent engineers across various fields.

The teacher dragged him straight out of the room and then returned to confiscate his phone. For the rest of the period, neither the teacher nor my seatmate returned.

"Fang Che, my big brother won't come, and he even warned me not to cause trouble for Fang Zheng. He says he's a Martial Master now and we can't afford to provoke him. But I don't believe it; my brother is just afraid of the head of the family." Fang Guan said, looking deeply disappointed.

Suddenly, something crawled over the top of her foot. She looked down to see a long insect. She simply leaned over to brush it off, neither screaming nor panicking, remaining entirely calm.

I sat in the surveillance room, smoking. Li Ang brought me some food. After eating a few bites, I kept thinking about what Zuo Zhu had told me. It seemed I had guessed correctly: one of Fan Zhe's subordinates was building an influence. Could he have already been developing power in CZ City long ago?

Now, Li Yuanyi also branded Li Shou with the charge of neglecting state affairs, stripping him of his status and returning him to his original form—which was not that of the Crown Prince, but his initial title, the Prince of Han.

With an overwhelming force, Yan Qi's defenses were pierced through like thin paper by the spear wreathed in bloody talismanic lines.

Yes, the "Old Monster of Black Mountain" was injured. And he was the very man who had left the "Daoist of Azure Clouds" with no way to fight back.

What is wrong with the people of this era? Have they lost their sense of right and wrong? Are they unable to distinguish black from white? Do they possess no subjective judgment of their own? They are led by the nose by others and lose their way entirely.

Chanxin's words were not without reason. Lady Guan felt a sudden jolt in her heart and began to feel a sense of lingering fear. White mist puffed from her parted lips, and her eyes were once again filled with trepidation. She was truly afraid of the Empress; had it not been for Chanxin holding her back, she feared she would have acted rashly and committed another mistake.