Volume 1, Chapter 37: Imperial Sister Jia is of Great Importance Now

It was back to the same old story; Song Jing, as always, pushed all the blame onto her without asking for a reason.

"Could it be that Ye Yu just refined divine intent? This—this is impossible, right?" Mu Ziqian’s voice trembled as he stared blankly at the vast sky, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.

"I asked you, weren't you in Changhai? How did you end up in Jiangzhou?" Song Yujia asked, full of suspicion.

Like the Dragon Group, other organizations were in short supply of spiritual artifacts and magical treasures. Except for the most powerful cultivators, the rest possessed no spiritual artifacts, relying only on weapons of the treasure-grade level.

Mumu did not quite understand. "You saved her." The only thing she grasped was that this Lord Bai was not as kind as his words suggested.

Frieza looked around with shock in his eyes, staring at Ginyu, the only survivor, to say nothing of Zarbon and Dodoria standing behind him.

That was not all. With just a cursory glance, they realized what it meant to be truly wealthy. Treasures covered the ground; there were at least a hundred thousand items, every one of them a magical artifact of the sixth grade or higher.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen smiled in despair. They had hoped that these nearly ten thousand soldiers were sent by Guo Jing and that he might provide aid, but now it was clear he could barely save himself.

Chu Tianxiong dialed his sister Chu Tianzhi’s number. After a long wait, she finally answered. "Sister? It’s Tianxiong." The person on the other end seemed overwhelmed with emotion; as she spoke, Chu Tianxiong’s eyes grew moist, and tears gradually began to fall.

The pain restored a sliver of his reason. Desperately, he tried to gather his psychic energy to regain control of his body, but each attempt was met with failure. The black mist, having been pushed back slightly, regrouped and surged forward again. Gritting his teeth, he plunged the knife into his leg once more.

Battle cries shook the heavens as blood splattered everywhere. Within the General's Mansion, men fell one after another, only to be replaced by others rushing forward, unafraid of death and filled with steely resolve. These battle-hardened warriors displayed astonishing combat prowess, using their own flesh and blood to fiercely resist the siege of the Misty Rain Tower assassins.

The Russians knew the range of their muskets; at two hundred paces, let alone injuring a man, even hitting a horse would be nearly impossible. Yet, after the Ming army’s volleys rang out, followed by the screams of horses and men, over a dozen Cossack cavalrymen had actually tumbled from their saddles.

By then, my mediumistic constitution had matured; I no longer needed any tools to see ghosts or spirits.

Magni had purchased an island near Mogache. She spent most of her time there, and for a legendary mage, a distance of a dozen nautical miles was nothing more than a single stride.

"Alright, Cui'er, a consciousness may touch upon your spirit soon. Do not resist," Bai Yang said with a smile.

First it was peeing on him, then it was defecating on him. Now that it had grown bigger, it had actually tried to bite him just moments ago. If he hadn't been wearing his smart protective armor, he might have needed a rabies shot once he got back.

Bai Yang was speechless. With as much money as they had, did he really have to keep talking about it? It made him seem awfully stingy.

And so, on the day before Yun Waitian and Liaoyuan Academy were set to depart, Nolan arranged for an agreement to be made with Yun Waitian: if the opportunity arose in the future, they would have a sparring match! Or perhaps, they would cross paths in the Ancient Arena.

"Let me tell you, just to broaden your horizons: the boys and I call this thing the meat grinder."

As soon as these words were spoken, they hit the scene like a giant boulder crashing into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples and causing an uproar among those present.