Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Consignment Shop!

This battle was the first major engagement for Song Jiang after joining Liangshan; he was determined to conquer the Zhu Family Manor to bolster his prestige. During the first two attempts, he had suffered greatly due to the treacherous, winding paths surrounding the estate.

Xiao Yi understood how powerful a cultivator who had survived the heavenly tribulation could be. Although the Li Erhun before him was quite formidable, to Xiao Yi, he seemed like nothing more than a child.

After a busy day, Xuanshui could finally take a breath once night fell. He walked out of the fortress on the mountaintop and wandered aimlessly toward the western slope.

"Big Brother, what happened to your arm?" Li Dong approached a middle-aged man whose sleeves were rolled up, revealing a large, jagged gash.

The group looked toward the fish scales, only to see that they were as steep and imposing as towering mountains. As the island made contact, the entire scale erupted with a heavy, destructive aura.

"You have locked it in a stalemate, and that is enough. Do not attack again; leave the killing to me," Gu Qingshan said.

There were many ghost cities, divided into front, back, left, and right districts. The front, left, and right districts stood in a row, with the back district positioned behind the front, forming a shape like the character for "protruding."

With the experience gained from the Qingzhou branch, their objectives were clear: bustling commercial districts and upscale financial streets were their primary targets. Of course, the presence of residential areas nearby would be an added bonus.

"I finally understand why some people wish they could go back to being under thirty," Gu Qingshan murmured.

Claudia quickly agreed. She had already spotted her sister and Segrina, dressed in clerical robes, standing near a carriage in the distance. After giving her reply to the attendant, she hurried to meet them.

Lu Li swung his demon-slaying blade repeatedly, sending ripples of space radiating outward. Warriors burst apart one after another, and even the formidable experts of the Divine Realm could not withstand the force, exploding into bloody mists.

As time passed, the talented contenders in the tower gradually surged toward the sixth floor. Others fell in the third, fourth, or fifth levels, only to consume a life to resurrect on the next floor and challenge it again, though no extra lives were granted upon completion.

Xia Chan was almost smitten by his attentiveness mixed with a hint of feigned pride, and she giggled aloud. The movement caused her body to tremble, pulling at her wounds. She winced instinctively, yet a smile remained on her face.

She didn't find the cigarettes, but instead discovered a rectangular velvet box. It looked exquisite, wrapped in gift paper and still sealed.

Yet, this illustrious man had taken a fancy to Zhao Li, a martial arts school disciple. After three years of persistent courtship, Zhao Li had finally, albeit reluctantly, agreed to be with him.

"Snap." Tunan, having been thrown over a shoulder, landed nimbly, using one hand to steady himself before coming to a firm stop.

Furthermore, after what happened last time, if he were to deceive Chu Nan again, he suspected he would be the one ending up as a captive.

"Give the phone to him!" Her nose tingled with emotion, and she found herself speaking without thinking.

"Ugh." I heard a sound as if Zhan Zhao had actually fallen for my trick. Honestly, this was the first time since we started dueling that I had heard such a genuine sound of him being struck, and it was truly surprising.

However, speed was not her strong suit, and with the occasional obstruction of earth layers, the distance between Monica and the three vehicles continued to widen.

Mo Qingyu's eerie voice echoed through the palace, sweeping away the joy Luo He felt at having just healed his companion. His expression inevitably darkened.

Inside the dilapidated temple, a biting, cold light surged. A flash of blinding silver glinted, and bright red blood sprayed out like a fountain. A heavy thud echoed through the temple, though it was drowned out by the roar of thunder.

Huo Lingfeng flew to stand before Huo Yuning, his eyes flickering. With a wave of his dark red sleeves, he effortlessly dissipated the incoming gust of force.

At this moment, Ming Xin was constantly scanning the surroundings. Pan Yuhong hoped to detect any danger early, so they would have time to prepare for emergencies.

They were searching for the other segment of the golden hairpin, which was another reason for their presence here.

To say they were "looking" at it was giving Pan Yuhong and his companions too much credit, as they could only see the creature's eye; they were unable to perceive its full form, for that single eye alone completely obstructed their view.

Ye Fantian’s expression began to shift, as the sight before him sent a chill running through his veins.

In the Zhenghua Palace, Bai Shaozi tossed and turned on the wide dragon bed, unable to sleep. He felt a dull ache in his chest that had persisted for a day, and all the imperial physicians were at their wits' end.

The stream of light in his hand vanished in an instant, having perfectly formed into hundreds of individual beams by that moment.

Kalan rolled his eyes inwardly. An appeal? If not for the Quail Legion soldiers held hostage, who would care about our appeal?

Her memories were gone too thoroughly. Five years had passed, yet she still could not recall anything.

The climate on Immortal Island was not warm. Although it was located at the corner of the sea, each island had different spiritual energy, resulting in different climates. Ye Jiujiu and the others were still wearing their Immortal Island garments; even after removing their outer layers, they remained in long-sleeved attire, looking as though they might break out in a heat rash.