Volume One, Chapter 32: If You Want Me Dead, It’s Not That Simple

Chen Bo lacked that kind of focus; he would usually cultivate for a while and then play for a while, no better than Ye Qingli.

It was mentioned above that Shimura Danzo had once mobilized the Root to surround the Uchiha clan, ordering them to stand by.

Since the greatest risk did not exist for Zhuge Bai, what else was there to worry about?

The Dao Integration Realm, as the seventh stage of cultivation, is a crucial phase for entering the higher realms of immortality. It requires the practitioner to synthesize the Dao established during the Saint-Passing stage, and then use that Dao to open up the spiritual sea and divine altar, thoroughly merging it into the "self" generated during the Seated Reflection stage.

The two kissed, completely lost in each other. Jun Mo felt his spirit soaring and was about to take things further, but Yu Jiu'er quickly hopped off his lap. "I forgot to tell you, my Prince: among the four hundred thousand allied troops, only one hundred thousand can be trusted."

Listening closely, Chu Jiuli frowned. The sound did not resemble a wild cat stepping on roof tiles; it sounded more like a human doing so.

He truly longed for "freedom" now; after all, they were always "harboring ulterior motives" toward him.

When they reached the area where the lantern riddle activity was held, they realized there were far more people than they had imagined—it was no exaggeration to say it was a sea of people.

He stepped directly into the Taiwu Ancestral Grounds, arrogantly disparaging the entire place as lowly commoners from the lower realms, trapping Wu Qingcheng inside, where she could neither live nor die.

These patrol members had previously taken orders from Yang Fan, and since He Zuhua had only just arrived, he had yet to fully integrate with them.

Hearing the wails of the Abyss Scar tearing apart, Wu Hao was somewhat puzzled. Didn't this guy claim he could resurrect? Why was he so afraid now?

He turned back to gesture for Xu Yan to proceed, then instructed someone to prepare a private room first.

At this moment, the voices criticizing Qin Feng were growing louder. Many began to jeer, though some sensible people chose to trust the official reports.

Despite being older than Wang Ran, he called him "Brother Ran" without a second thought; Zhang Moxuan did not find it strange at all.

"Let's go, we'll talk when we get back." Yang Qingfeng pulled Qin Feng's hand toward the car, while simultaneously instructing a guard to ensure that provisions and food for the land reclamation were properly purchased for Qin Feng.

At this point, Qin Feng could not care about anything else. He used his water-spraying skill to clear a path, forcefully carving out a road for everyone.

After kowtowing to them, he hoisted a corpse in each arm and headed outside the ruined temple, intending to dig a pit to bury them.

Just then, an ethereal and lingering sound echoed all around, and a massive figure swept past them.

With a violent burst of strength in its four limbs, the beast lunged toward Xu Chu's throat with its claws. In the blink of an eye, the donkey-headed wolf was already upon him.

"Old Yao, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us about it," Xu Yuan pleaded, shaking Old Yao's sleeve coquettishly.

"No need, the master is busy. Wait until he finishes that clay figurine." Liao Geng hadn't looked yet, but he was currently observing it with eyes full of wonder.

The other two ships were given to Trisong Detsen; he only had the right to use them, and could send items back or bring them here at any time via the airships.

Calming his mind, he walked to the fiftieth step, sat down, and began to meditate and cultivate.

Elder Wang Hao could clearly feel the immense power of this sword energy; it was definitely not something he could easily withstand.

Shi Xia was awakened by the sunlight outside. She froze for a second before remembering she was filming a show. She hurriedly packed her things, washed up, and headed downstairs wearing a light-colored hoodie.

At his words, Zhang Xiao remembered that the Elven race's hearing was many times sharper than that of humans. At a distance of less than a hundred meters, Jennifer must have heard everything he just said.

The onlookers were astonished. Usually, even when the local authorities administered punishment, they would strike areas covered by clothing. No one had ever struck as openly as Song Ning, as if fearing others wouldn't know.

He gripped one end of the Golden Cudgel with both hands and spun his body violently; the massive staff swept across in a wide arc.

Zhang Xiao moved with lightning speed, drawing his dagger to strike, but was met with a crisp "clang!"

Shi Xia recoiled in fear, and when she looked up again, she only saw that arrogant car disappearing into the midnight street.

Many dull-witted disciples of the Heavenly Gate had accumulated deep spiritual power over long periods of cultivation. Recently, having grasped the "Seeking Defeat" realm, their cultivation had advanced significantly, guided by the elevation of their mental state. Today, as the curse seals within the dust began to dissolve, their breakthroughs became nearly unstoppable, with heavenly tribulations descending one after another.

Just then, Yin Sha suddenly noticed that the elderly men beside him were now floating in mid-air, as if walking on flat ground.

Mao Pijiang felt his hair stand on end at Hong Niangzi's glare, his eyes widening in slight terror.

In the following time, besides working and writing, An Liang spent his days at home chatting with his parents and taking his third sister out to relax.

It was as if at the very beginning of the writers' annual meeting, what should have been a pleasant awards ceremony—with thundering applause and polite exchanges—turned into such a lively scene.

The Manchus had indeed treated him well; they not only trusted his talents and followed his strategies but also granted him high office and generous pay. Even the sons of the Manchu nobility had to show him a modicum of respect. He was more revered than any Han prince in the Qing camp.

While Helis sighed, Broly, who had been blasted out of the planet into the cosmos, was not dead.

As a five-clawed golden dragon flag appeared in people's sight, Zhu Cilang and his three hundred thousand troops finally returned to Beijing from beyond the Great Wall, laden with a great victory.

However, the scene before him truly exceeded Luo Chen's expectations. Ao Hong's move had completely suppressed his attack. Without a doubt, this round had rendered Luo Chen's strike entirely ineffective.