Chapter 67: Plenty of Strength and Means At Disposal

Upon hearing Houtu's words, Our Lady of Turtle Spirit and the others all looked at Tongtian in confusion, their expressions mirroring Houtu's, carrying a hint of reproach.

She could easily have created a spiritual vein of her own while in the Dragonmist Realm, and then placed virtual stones there. Utilizing the time dilation of the Dragonmist Realm, she figured she would be able to cultivate quite a number of high-tier virtual stones.

About fifteen minutes later, the old man finally finished his conversation with the man in his fifties.

"Has anyone by the name of Chen Qing visited Clear Wind City in the last two days?" Palace Master Zixia asked.

In truth, Our Lady of Turtle Spirit was deeply hesitant inside. "Lingering between life and death" might sound simple, but who could truly comprehend the perils involved? If any one of them were to genuinely perish, without anyone else needing to say a word, Our Lady of Turtle Spirit herself would never be able to forgive herself, and would likely be consumed by guilt for the rest of her life.

At the same time, Li Yingqiong in the distance suddenly felt a stifling tightness in her chest, and her breathing became somewhat labored.

Yuchen finally understood why even Yichen held the Dragon-Hero in such reverence; countless experts must have met their doom at the edge of this sword. However, what left Yuchen and the others even more horrified was what could have caused this sword to end up in its present condition.

"You bastard, you deserve to die!!" Cadillac was utterly furious. To actually be stunned into unconsciousness by a mere roar from his opponent, and to have his formidable skills reduced to nothingness by a single shout—how could someone as proud as him ever accept such a reality?

Mo Lishang rolled her eyes at Cang Mumu. This fellow was so wicked, yet she liked it so much. Mo Lishang, being a violent extremist, was a true battle maniac; otherwise, she wouldn't have fought her way all the way to Invincible City.

"Right, you even dared to stare at our second sister-in-law, you arrogant wretch asking for death!" Xinfang angrily lashed out with a kick.

"Quiet down, all of you! Look at how pathetic you're acting. Is it not just a Lin Tian? Do you really need to be scared out of your wits like this? Are you even members of the Li family?" Li Xiangqian looked at the crowd chattering away with flustered expressions on their faces, and immediately rebuked them.

Rustling sounds immediately rose from the surroundings; the disciples of the "Qian Gate" began to pack up their belongings and prepare for rest.

It was not over yet. At the exact instant his cultivation broke through to the mid-stage of the Divine Emperor realm, his power surged explosively and continued to climb, undergoing an unimaginable transformation. With a loud boom, the sharp gleam in Shen Daozi's eyes seemed capable of piercing straight through the coffin.

Half an hour later, just as Liu Hao was growing somewhat impatient, a change suddenly occurred in the arena.

"Don't waste your effort. Are you looking for this?" Liu Hao took out the handgun and fiddled with it.

When Wind Thirteen, transformed into an energy cone of devouring space, completely merged into the spatial barrier, only a gradually healing and closing spatial tear remained in his wake.

Yet he did not hesitate, raising his hand and delivering a palm strike in an attempt to extinguish the silvery-white flames on Ye Wuxin's body. His strike did indeed produce some effect.

He let out a long breath, lingering fear gripping him as he thought of how the crossbow bolt had just grazed past his body.

To be someone capable of surviving under any social environment, to be someone who knows why they live—what is wrong with that?

In short, Aunt Mei's reprimand left Juanjuan feeling extremely resentful, but she dared not show it, always gritting her teeth in frustration whenever she lowered her head.

"Alright then! Leave such a difficult task safely to this lord of yours; you guys just sit back and wait in peace!" Tan Sitong blurted out first, and as he spoke, his figure had already darted out, looking like someone fleeing for his life.

A low growl escaped Gao Qiang's lips, and an icy aura continuously spewed from his body as I distinctly felt that murderous intent.

The reason she said this was because the dietary kitchens of the various inner courtyards in Da'an Palace were independent, with the meals for each courtyard being custom-prepared according to the specific tastes of the respective masters, differing from one another. Furthermore, since both Changsun Wugou and Li Shimin hailed from Longxi, their dietary habits matched each other remarkably well.

If the people of the Bodhi Sacred Land were to find out that it was the two of them who had gotten Pudu so drunk that he was unable to compete, they might assume it was a deliberate and underhanded tactic.

At this moment, the aged patriarch Luo Yanhuai was drawn over by the commotion here. The Luo family would have to rely on this pair of father and son in the future, so not the slightest mishap could be allowed to occur.

Time seemed to freeze at this very instant. Everyone stared blankly ahead, unable to utter a single word for a long, long time. The Hall Master—the Hall Master they had longed for countless times in their dreams was finally about to arrive.

Chen Qingran said nothing. While continuing to kiss her and tease her body, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed.

Scolded like this by Zhang Honglei, Ye Xiu's expression turned even uglier. Gritting her teeth, she looked at us in bewilderment and helplessness.

After being stunned for a long time, Demon Shadow burst into tears as well, the agitation in his heart utterly beyond the power of words to express.

Compared to the vast majority of cultivators on this continent, the speed at which he and Yulan increased their cultivation was practically monstrous. Qingyun possessed not only the Chaos Scripture of Heaven and Earth, but also a massive stash of plundered spirit stones and medicinal pills, so it was only logical that their cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. However, Qingyun knew that shattering his spiritual core to form a nascent soul would likely not be so simple.

"Wu Xuanming, you're really not dead yet?" Hearing those words from Wu Xuanming, Yingzi was instantly overcome with emotion. Completely forgetting her identity, she recklessly threw herself into Wu Xuanming's embrace.