Volume 1, Chapter 59: When You Recover, Think of How to Thank Me

She had just begun to pass gas when Fu Jinzhou pushed the door open.
Su Li's face flushed instantly.
Fu Jinzhou's expression, however, suddenly relaxed a great deal. "I heard from the nurse that you hadn't passed gas all day, and I was getting worried."
Watching her daughter suffer terribly from going without food or drink all day, Liu Guilan's heart had been aching fiercely, but now she felt vastly relieved.
"I'll go buy you a bowl of porridge so you can eat a little."
As they drew closer, she sensed an aura of danger. He was certain there was a seventh-tier entity in the vicinity.
It was useful after all, and there was good news: Liu Qian discovered that the generation of these weapons had stopped, and no more heartless blades were appearing. As long as he managed to deal with the items currently before him, this first tribulation should be over just like that.
"Do you want to customize one? Are you short on faith?" Du Ziyuan asked in confusion. Could the God of Wealth ever be short on faith? That was truly the most ridiculous thing imaginable.
To have cultivated to this level in over ninety thousand years was simply terrifying. Spreading the word would be enough to shock the entire myriad realms.
A thirty percent chance was already very high! One must know that disciples with dual-attribute martial souls often only had a fifty percent chance of advancing to the Myriad Phenomena Realm.
"Yeah!" Bao Zhengqi nodded hurriedly. He was even more eager to leave than Tao Ruijie, because this place was more terrifying than hell in his heart, seeing as he had lost face here.
Liao Jingdong could not help but sigh, casting a look that even carried a hint of grievance toward Hanbing, who had clearly wronged him, before shaking his head and saying, "It is not that it cannot be repaired, but rather that there is no need to do so, simply because that secret passage was never built by the Loyalty Alliance."
No one knew how much agony Liu Qian was enduring at this moment, nor did anyone know how much inhumane torture he was suffering.
First, he activated the Dream of Yellow Millet. When he had just entered the Martial Sovereign Realm, he could create a one-year dream within a single minute, but now, as a Primordial Martial Sovereign, he had extended the dream tenfold.
After he and Mohan were transported to the Mechanized City via the teleportation array, Mohan, just like when he first arrived, was stunned by the surrounding scenery.
Ziyu had never heard Fu Zheng sigh. This man seemed incapable of sighing, nor were there any matters that could furrow his brow.
Although Fu Yan felt a tiny sliver of sympathy for Rong Duo'er, such sympathy was practically negligible compared to that for her own beloved sister-in-law.
If the motion of applying the human skin mask was not executed with absolute precision, the mask might be ruined entirely, forcing many things to be started over from scratch.
Considering how long it had existed in the Immortal Realm without ever once cursing or uttering a dirty word, it was evident just how furious it truly was.
Changde was, after all, Emperor Minghui's favorite confidant. In just a fleeting moment, he knew precisely what to ask so that he could go inside and report to Emperor Minghui.
And that was not all; violent gusts of terrifying currents suddenly swept across the plaza, darting about erratically and slicing wildly toward Mo Fengye's direction like sharp blades.
"Hand it over." Mu Ling reached out and took the scroll from Mutong's hands. Unfolding it, she instantly became amused, and upon seeing the emblem at the bottom of the letter paper, she grew even more delighted. Back then, Xili had been agonizing over how to design an emblem that others could not decipher.
The blood failing to merge was actually a good thing; it indicated that the Heavenly Soul had not yet been destroyed, though it could not be located at the moment, and it was unknown which realm it had drifted into. Once matters at the Administration Bureau were settled and the Heavenly Daos weeded out the false mirror planes, they could search for it among the remaining true planes.
The old man let out a cold snort. Such arrogant aloofness from Long Mochi displeased him greatly, yet in today's battle, things had reached a point where he was powerless to do anything about it.
Madam An asked casually, but An Xiyue immediately opened her eyes wide in astonishment and scampered over to Madam An's side.