Chapter 36: Picking on the Weak Spot

In truth, Wu Yue understood that with the Spirit Venerable’s strength and the consumption of so many delicacies, there would be no issue at all. Yet, since the Spirit Venerable enjoyed it, he could only feign a helpless expression.

Song Anran arched her brows and smiled. There were only two possibilities for Steward Shi’s behavior: either he was truly innocent and thus feared no audit, or his shrewdness was so profound that he had reached the point of concealing his emotions entirely.

The Great Roc wings manifested by Luo Hao were becoming increasingly lifelike; the feathers formed by the laws were soft, the patterns distinct, appearing almost identical to the real thing.

At the same time, they were gradually coming to understand their new master, Wuxian, the man whom others called the Great Demon King.

"The one I told you about that day, Teacher Tangyuan, was beaten up by someone, and we stopped it," Leng Xue said, nudging Ling Tian with her arm. Upon hearing this, Ling Tian remembered, though he had been interrupted that day; still, the face did look painful just to behold.

Let alone ordinary cultivators, even powerful figures like the three Supreme Elders, unless they deliberately scrutinized it, would fail to detect anything unusual.

A trace of a smile bloomed at Old Ma’s lips. As his fingers relaxed, the shuttlecock shattered the air and fell. Simultaneously, Old Ma spread his arms like a great roc taking flight, hooked his foot, and kicked the shuttlecock high into the air.

After all, they were merely people of paintings and poems. No matter how realistic they were made through the transformation of void into substance, they lacked their own emotions and could only obey the orders of Liu Dunru and Shi Lou, launching their most powerful attacks against Qi Ying time and again.

Song Anran held the results of the Southeast Naval Battle. She even knew the outcome an hour earlier than Emperor Yuankang.

Nangong Yan had long anticipated this result and was not surprised. Opening the granaries to release grain was merely a pretext to lead to his ultimate goal.

It believed that the heavy shield-bearers in silver-bright armor had a cooldown period and could not protect those people indefinitely.

The experience of having one's life hanging by a thread was not pleasant; the fledgling cultivator was so frightened that his very soul seemed to have left his body.

"What other major events are there?" After dealing with the drought, Nangong Yan felt an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

If he couldn't leave right now, Aotian would have surely taught him a lesson. What was someone with such poor eyesight doing out on a journey? He clearly had no fear of losing his life before he could even return.

Wang Yuanting paused his steps, carefully observing the person he had missed day and night. Seeing that she had grown much thinner, he could not help but feel a pang of heartache.

In the distance, a mysterious island appeared before the group, hidden within the mist like a shy beauty.

Fan Nuanyang was too anxious, her words disjointed, and they could not grasp what she was trying to express at all.

This poem was clearly of a much higher standard than the previous one, and the attention of the restaurant had been drawn toward it.

However, Yongkang was also a clever person; she vaguely discerned a thread of logic from Zhu Youtang’s words.

"Crack! Crack!" Those frenzied blood-colored lightning bolts began to strike in all directions as they shifted, instantly reducing countless mountains and buildings to dust, while numerous cultivators vanished into wisps of blood mist within the flashes of lightning.

When the bearded man’s palm made contact with that finger of Ye Bai’s, a shocking scene occurred: Ye Bai’s finger had actually pierced straight through the man’s palm.

"Sister Lili, Sister Lili, what should we do, what should we do? Will he be alright? Will he be alright..." Gao Shirou was on the verge of a breakdown, clutching Yang Lili and sobbing uncontrollably, completely at a loss.

"Ruruo Ming, you just said you wanted to teach me a method of cultivation. What is it?" Yadong pushed Ruruo Ming away. At this moment, he still had many things to accomplish, and his own cultivation was of paramount importance, so he suppressed the desire to possess her body.

This left the seven top martial experts watching the battle feeling as if they were in a dream. They stared in disbelief, rubbing their eyes until they were red and sore, only then realizing that this was no delusion or dream, but an encounter with a peerless master.

Wu Ziyu now had over seventy thousand in cash on hand. This was the money Professor Xia had paid for the talismans. The money given to his mother was from Huang Jianjun; although he had the money now, Wu Ziyu did not dare give it all to her, fearing he would startle her.

Yadong excitedly crawled back onto the stone slab and sat cross-legged. After reading the method for the Energy Blood Wings several times and feeling that he had memorized it, he returned the peerless manual to the spatial ring on his finger, clasped his hands together, and began to cultivate according to the techniques for the Energy Blood Wings.

Unfortunately, Meng Xie himself did not realize it, and let alone Meng Xie, it was likely that even the faction to which he belonged was the same.

Wang Feng smiled and pulled a pack of soft-pack Zhonghua cigarettes from his trouser pocket, handing them to the captain. He stuttered, wanting to say something, but felt too embarrassed to speak.

Upon hearing what his son said, Wang Fulin also felt it made sense. He had finally put down roots here, purchased land, and built a house; naturally, he did not want to be displaced once more.

Suddenly, everyone in the venue felt a jolt. The officials of the Seven Star Observatory felt a surge of newfound power, making their combat efforts twice as effective, while the Ghost Clan felt their bodies grow heavy and their thoughts seem to dull.

"Did Ruoxuan tell you?" Although Huang Xinying’s words were a question, her tone was certain.

"The inflammation is not severe. Yes, it is because the fabric was unclean. 007, you are to wash the area around his wound three times a day." 007 was a man, so he would be very natural when it came to the task of cleaning the body.

This time, it was a master famous for his swordsmanship who had been pinned to the city wall by his own beloved sword. Apart from this wound, there were no other marks on his entire body.

As soon as His Majesty the Emperor poked his head out from the carriage curtain, the wind rose on the desert, blowing a layer of fine sand into the air.

Ji Fengyu simply expressed his ideas in a way that Zhao Tianze could accept, which immediately made the other party nod repeatedly, his gaze becoming friendly once again.