Chapter 60

After soaring proudly in the sky for a moment, the massive roc descended rapidly toward the ground below.

Sigel could not have wished for anything better; she immediately instructed Red Moon to fetch her prized vintage wine, inwardly feeling a secret thrill that she shared a hobby with her master.

"Spring bamboo shoots really aren't as flavorful or as chewy as winter shoots," Yanyu said, sitting under the veranda to soak in the warm spring sunshine while directing the chores of the maidservants.

At this time, Lu Shu could still see that the area was cordoned off and placed under strict security, with the military tents remaining completely undismatched.

Such a scene was profoundly heartwarming. The harmonious and loving ambiance truly resembled a pair of lovers who had made vows to last a lifetime, leaning against each other with such intimate tenderness. The scene was breathtakingly touching, yet utterly out of harmony.

Seeing this, Nangong Yunyao hesitated no longer. He reached out with his right hand toward the grill, picked up a white-striped fish directly, and then walked out of the palace.

Nangong Yunyao also noticed the abnormality behind him; realizing he was being followed, he figured out the situation upon a moment's reflection.

This Heaven-Smiting Sword was artificially created through magic; the moment it left the Sword Emperor's hands, it would instantly disintegrate. If Xiangye wanted to use this sword, he had no choice but to hold onto the Sword Emperor's hands.

Afterward, the two discussed a few more details before Li Youjiang rose and departed. Having laid everything out completely, he left Gao Quanhai to wrack his brains over it.

Not only him, but all the other Daoist Genesis class students went straight home, each of them eager to return and begin practicing.

Chi Xia herself had no clear concept of this yield, as this was actually her first time planting sweet potatoes.

"Understood. Just make sure Lord Xun keeps his promise when the time comes." Turning around, she took the peacock feather and left.

Before long, the four of them departed from the spot, right as their figures completely vanished into the sky.

Baili Zhi walked over and took hold of Night Chenrao's wrist to check his pulse. The more he felt it, the gloomier his expression became.

He chose not to climb the mountain, because the mountain was more dangerous, and the rugged paths would waste a greater amount of physical energy.

Yet this obnoxious old fogey actually used such a trick within Xuanwu City. It showed that this fellow had extremely poor proficiency in sound-transmission techniques, or perhaps didn't know how to use them at all.

Although Jiang Xiuhua had been married into the family for quite a long time, she still did not know much about Xu Jianshe's situation.

Although most students at the school were already on vacation, for the seniors in their final year of high school, classes still had to be attended on Saturday.

From the moment he stepped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Yinsi experienced one shock after another, to the point where he had grown somewhat numb by now. He simply could not understand how his Fourth Brother, a man of such steadfast composure, could be persuaded by such absurd and ridiculous rhetoric. Frowning, he prepared to persuade his Fourth Brother not to believe in such hodgepodge nonsense.

Erha's mother likely heard the commotion outside from her bed, struggled to her feet, and walked to the doorway, yet did not dare to step out, fearing she might infect anyone else in the household.

Vying for power, dark conspiracies and open stratagems, direct confrontations, assassinations and kidnappings, despicable and shameless tactics—they stopped at nothing.

Could it be that the wine was only effective on men? Was it that kind of wine? Did Uncle Jin know what this wine was capable of doing?

"Qingxue, it's a good thing you came this time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. So during the period when Yuge is apprenticed to you, I must still trouble you, Qingxue," Shui Jinghan said, looking at Qingxue.

"Dismiss that thought. If you're hungry, drink more water; if that doesn't work, tighten your belts," Li Hu interrupted his brothers.

Baimo Yu looked at the person in the distance. The lotus seed candy in his mouth slowly melted, bringing a slight bitterness amidst the sweetness—a very strange feeling—and then he gave chase.

Dozens of soldiers of the State of Zhou all around thrust forward densely with lances, halberds, javelins, and other weapons, sealing off all paths of retreat for Guoyang.

The widest part of its upper deck was approximately equal to one-third of the ship's length, while the waterline section was exceptionally sharp. There were seven openings on each side of the hull, equipped with a total of fourteen cannons, and on the deck itself, there were two additional movable cannons.

Gu Bei and Bai Luoshi turned around to look, and saw that the chest was filled with gleaming silver—ten-liang ingots neatly arranged. Under the sunlight, the brilliant silver reflection was dazzling enough to blind anyone.

Xu Yingnian stepped out of the confinement cell; the guards outside lowered their heads in a bow to see him off, while Zhou Liangye had been waiting for him outside the door all along.

"Grandpa, nothing good ever comes out of your mouth. What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Qing Fox glared angrily at Master Wild Fox.

"Exactly. If he refuses to teach us, we'll just ignore him." Wang Jun walked to the left side of Yue Mei and, alongside Blood Begonia, took hold of Yue Mei's arm. "Sister Poison Cloud, what do you think?" Among them, Poison Cloud was the eldest and therefore possessed the highest seniority. Of course, everyone knew that in Zhang Tao's heart, Yue Mei probably held the most weight.

Magic was merely a simplified term. In reality, the abilities obtainable through enhancement in the Main God Space—though producing the same effects, yet fundamentally conflicting and entirely distinct—numbered at least seven thousand, eight hundred and ninety-three types. Not to mention magic with entirely different effects, which were simply too numerous to imagine.

Although Ma Zhong was rather fond of joining in the excitement, he was in a bad mood right now and only wanted to drink, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Da Wuhun and Shang Ge clashed once again. This time, Da Wuhun did not hesitate in the slightest; turning a deaf ear to Shang Ge's words, he focused entirely on attacking him.

Soul didn't even glance at Jun Wuyan, spitting out three cold words without the expression on his face changing in the slightest.

Megatron had stripped away not only the ability to transmit information, but also the capacity to receive it. Unable to receive messages, Starscream was as deaf and blind as could be; unable to send them, he was as mute as stone.

The so-called preparation meant that Lin Xiaoren's personal guards—or perhaps, once on the battlefield, they should be called his elite troops—were instructed to ready themselves for a counterattack.