Volume One, Chapter 105: Zhao Yuanshan's Transformation

Provocative words seemed to enrage the Sovereign. He stepped forward, but upon sensing a mysterious pull within himself, the Sovereign merely laughed softly and retreated to his original position.
"Alone, even if you find them, do you have the power to destroy this organization?" Asaba asked coldly.
What was the so-called truth, what was the Sovereign's true nature, and what was his real aim?
At that moment, Pang Ju decisively ordered the stones to be replaced and continued the assault on East Yuan’s city walls. The walls had just been battered by water and were still soaked, making them exceedingly soft—if they didn’t attack now, it would be a wasted opportunity. Still, he couldn't help but glance back, wondering why Zhao She’s troops had yet to arrive.
Earlier, following Meixue’s instructions, Jueyan dared not linger in battle, deliberately exposing a flaw so that Feng Ling could seize the chance to defeat her.
The long whip, like a golden dragon, let out piercing shrieks. The powerful spiritual resonance sent ripples through the void—it was clearly a supreme spiritual artifact.
After the Azure Emperor and his party departed, the remaining Imperial Palace cultivators began to train and battle madly. Countless cultivators broke through their limits, roaming the chaos as unrestrained as ancient demons in this lawless domain.
Sword intent soared to the heavens. Soul and sword merged as one. She experienced a breathtaking view from greater heights, losing herself utterly, oblivious to the roaring tide of sword waves approaching.
"Chairman, how can you casually drink something unknown and untested? Aren’t you afraid of being poisoned?" Director Li hurriedly protested upon seeing Liu Yufeng agree so readily.
Conan and the Professor spoke in unison, a strange look flashing in their eyes.

It seemed Pan Qingyang knew what Ye Tian was thinking. He shuffled his right foot across the ground, stirring the sand. After a moment, he revealed a bone about the length of an arm.
He used to be obsessed with various kinds of yams, but now he realized there was a purely natural way to combine them. Calculating carefully, the profits might multiply several times.
As Ye Tian spoke, the tall white guardian’s fighting spirit surged—he had resolved to kill Ye Tian. But just then, a subtle curve appeared at Ye Tian’s lips, a smile that hinted at intrigue and cunning.
Ye Tian remained silent, head down as he ate breakfast. Though it was just breakfast, it was the last meal Ye Tian and Aquila would have in the Liu household. The old lady had ordered the servants to prepare extra dishes, seeing them off as a gesture of farewell.
"Damn it, darling, why is fate so different just because we crossed over? Look at you, so lucky, pampered by your family. I still have to endure their attitude—it’s just not fair," Luo Yiyi complained, hearing how little her body’s original owner was valued.
First, Zheng Minglang and Lin Huihuang came to inquire, then Huo Lao and Ning Yuanhao followed, asking if the news was true. Afterwards, even the Jade King and Jade Sage questioned them, and those far on the periphery—Old Mr. Zhang and Teacher Mo—sent telegrams to ask as well.
"It’s just getting up a bit late, isn’t it? Do you really have to go on like this? Fine, fine, I won’t sleep anymore, I’ll go with you!" Bai Muxue grumbled resentfully.
Red-armored golden-footed creatures live in pairs. If one dies, the other will commit suicide, never living alone. This trait keeps their numbers below one hundred, despite their centuries-long lifespans.
Chen Huanfei’s appearance, compared to Chen Qian’s, left Ye Tian unable to see how the two could share a father but have different mothers. Ye Tian dismissed Chen Huanfei’s looks, but Chen Qian’s features made him linger for several glances.
Leaning back in the aurora-hued comfortable chair, John felt none of the vigilance or anger he had at first. Instead, he found himself admiring Morgan, who sought to interfere with Heinz Pharmaceuticals.

Of course, without the lid of the Divine Farmer cauldron, he could temporarily use a large pot lid as a substitute—that was how he refined his Seven Luminaries Pill before obtaining pure water.
Wang Zhenfei looked up, and as his gaze shifted, the black beam targeting him veered away and struck elsewhere.
Ma Daqiu felt guilty about leaving Ye Ruo behind last night. Ma Daqiu’s sister-in-law was embarrassed as well—she hadn’t returned home either, spending the night at Ma Dachun’s place.
He sped all the way toward Renlingtian, suddenly stopping, his expression puzzled and surprised. He pressed on, then stopped again, repeating this hundreds of times, his face changing with each pause.
Even if these words and traits were never spoken to Ye Ruo by Yang Jingning, and perhaps even Yang Jingning herself didn’t realize them, Ye Ruo nevertheless knew—knew them even better than Yang Jingning did.
At this moment, Ren Jie finally saw clearly: Ye Ruo had indeed gotten up, but hadn’t left. She had simply remained seated at the bedside, watching Ren Jie’s languid sleeping posture.
Last night, Achang heard of Dali’s crushing defeat, with nearly the entire army surrendering. Regretful, he quickly retreated with his men, but most were infantry, and by noon today, Quzhen caught up with two thousand light cavalry.
The climate of the Eastern Kingdom resembles that of a subtropical region. Severe desertification means some places in the Eastern Kingdom haven’t seen snowfall for decades.