39 Second Performance (Part I)

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“Boom—!”

Two tremendous forces collided head-on. Nangong Ruoli’s cultivation was ultimately too weak; after forcibly taking a blow from an expert of the Immortal Realm, his body was driven dozens of yards backward before he gradually managed to dissipate the overwhelming force.

What attribute would the sixth level possess? At that moment, Nangong Ruoli had not the slightest clue.

For three whole days, nothing changed in the sea of flowers. The flowers bloomed in profusion, while bees and butterflies danced among them. Apart from the perpetually excited Bee King Beast, which continued to lure bees and butterflies over, the Scarlet Cicada had long since stopped flying. It clearly liked this place as well and showed no intention of returning to its spirit-beast pouch.

Xu Ying and Zhao Minghua got along quite well. During Xu Ying’s postpartum confinement, Zhao Minghua had helped her often.

Rong Hao had never expected Fang Yan to find the time to attack while defending himself. Seeing something fiery-red flying toward him, he assumed it was an illusionary fire spell and paid it little attention. He controlled the Myriad Sword Art in his hand, drawing it together around Fang Yan, while flinging out something resembling a sheet of paper to intercept the approaching Scarlet Cicada.

This was war in the universe. Death came with startling abruptness, and imperial generals were no exception.

“Brother Cang, these are a hundred strands of killing aura. Take them.”

Having withdrawn his spiritual sense, Fang Yan immediately extended a hand, and a hundred strands of killing aura appeared in his palm.

The several disciples Wu Chi had accepted back then were equally outstanding. They truly distinguished themselves, dazzling the world as the war erupted and becoming renowned experts throughout the realm.

Suddenly, Fang Yan awoke from that strange state. Just moments ago, he had sensed a barrier blocking his way. Once he crossed it, he would reach the late Nascent Soul stage.

The eyes could see them, but when spiritual sense probed the area, it encountered only a hazy blur. These Ghostback Spiders had merged with the surrounding miasma, making them nearly impossible to detect without careful discrimination. No wonder even the ever-vigilant Elephant-Nosed Porpoise had failed to notice them.

Fortunately, under the guidance of my spiritual awareness, I could still manipulate the spiritual energy within my soul meridians and ordinary meridians. I therefore tried using the spiritual energy to clear away that unknown aura. Before long, I realized it was useless. That unknown black aura was completely unaffected by spiritual energy.

Fortunately, I had replaced the antique bottle Ao Rui gave me long ago. The merfolk grease was now stored in two plastic bottles, which were safer and less likely to break. As for what Master had prepared, I did not take it. I told him to keep it himself; perhaps it might still be useful someday. In any case, what I had was already enough.

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He knew his disciple Li Yuan well. The boy was usually rather unreliable, so if he was being this serious, the matter must be extremely important.

Thus, once the two had completed their transformations, they immediately began slaughtering the dwarves who had witnessed them. Fortunately, this group was small—only a dozen or so—and their strength was poor as well. Before the other dwarves could arrive, the two enormous monsters successfully killed every one of them.

If Consort Ru had learned what Wei Jiao and Wei Wangping had done, she surely would have intervened. Though Consort Ru detested Pang Ying in her heart, she still did not wish to see Wei Jiao and Pang Ying, father and son, turn against each other in their old age.

With a rattling hiss, strands of slender yet resilient spider silk shot through the air from the tail of the giant spider demon. Dong Yaner lay prostrate by the doorway, and in her large, beautiful eyes, she seemed already to see the fate of her imminent death.

Those who lived in the earthen houses occupied the lowest position in the Fang family. Their daily work consisted of menial chores such as washing clothes and sweeping floors; they were not even qualified to serve tea or water.

Screams rang out without end. More than twenty people already lay on the ground, some missing an arm, others with broken legs. There were even those who, despite being too weak, had recklessly charged forward and been killed by a single punch from Fang Zheng.

Suosu stopped in her tracks and gave me an evil look.

“Why are you learning that? Don’t think I don’t know. Aren’t you capable of gathering spiritual energy and observing aura? Otherwise, how did you discover me that day at the Si family estate when I had concealed my form?”

Only now did he understand just how great a depth of conviction Qu Qingran must have possessed to make such an enormous sacrifice.

Although the newcomer was already gasping for breath, he did not panic when he saw the spearhead stabbing toward him like a meteor. He retreated half a step, then gripped his axe and raised it horizontally, brushing aside Jiang Qi’s attack in the same motion.

Then she returned to the living room and lay down on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the television as she deliberately assumed an expression of intense concentration.

As she spoke, she took a huge red envelope from her bag and handed it to Grandma. Inside was the ten thousand yuan Zhang Ruofeng had given her that morning.

As for the children Hao Meng and Hao Xin have later in life, I will upload some side stories when I have the time, just to entertain everyone. Of course, rewards would give me even more motivation.

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He saw the city walls, the city gate, and the last few people crossing the drawbridge into the town.

Wang Yan was utterly stunned. This youth had challenged her imagination and established understanding time and again.

Gu Ying gave a wry smile and shook his head. Although he had repeatedly insisted that Zhang Ruofeng’s trash talk could not affect him, the truth was that he had inevitably been distracted to some degree during the match.

Zhu Jun and Ma Gang were both dumbfounded. Neither had expected Wu Tong’s earlier “boasting” to be true. This fellow, who had played basketball for less than half a month, actually possessed the ability to direct an entire team on his own?

Outside the Marquis’s residence, Xu Qi dismounted and, without even having time to pay his respects to his mother, hurried into the tightly guarded carriage beside him. With the assistance of his elder brother Xu Chu, who followed him in, he then carried out a stretcher made from a simple door panel.

The instant Gu Wei stepped onto the court, Yan Mufeng, having tasted success, passed the basketball to Zhang Ruofeng, who was roaming along the weak side. Zhang Ruofeng redirected it with a deft touch into the painted area. Zhou Yu rushed in at just the right moment and, using Liu Tong’s screen, scored on a reverse layup.

The old man guarding the city was forced to fight it head-on. Every punch landed with brutal force, and amid the broad, sweeping movements were the most plain and unadorned techniques of killing.

That was all. Those four words both marked the boundary between their relationship and served to protect Xue Yue.

Although Wei Linlin was only four years old, she was highly guarded by nature. It had taken her more than a year to主动ly reach out and hold my hand back then, yet in less than three months after arriving in North City, she had already grown so familiar with Jin Aocheng.

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