Volume One, Chapter Three: The Ninth Prince's Residence Is Spacious Enough to House You!

A sudden slap startled the two elders, causing them to hesitate for a moment. Then, with an angry roar, they moved like lightning and charged straight at Zhao Yi.

“Everything you have is thanks to me. Do you really think you can kill me?” Tang Chuan finally spoke, his face expressionless as he looked at the black-robed cultivator.

Wang Chen noticed that when Elder Minghua spoke, he never dared to meet his gaze directly. Wang Chen sneered a few times and fell silent.

Listening to the whispers around him, Wang Chen couldn't help but smile inwardly. It seemed the true masters had yet to arrive; those near Huoyun Pavilion were merely the skilled individuals from various sects. However, the poisonous fog was too dense, forcing them to rely solely on their treasures and their sect’s formations for protection.

Before I could finish speaking, the magic hammer pounded again, and I glared disapprovingly at the frog.

With this strike, he unleashed his full power. The icy spirit’s wild energy surged through the air; even Mu Yonghua, an elder of considerable cultivation, couldn’t help but be startled by Mu Tiankuang’s ruthless ferocity.

Though Xiao Feng still couldn’t fully trust Chiba Koichiro, both he and Mu Tianyun were unfamiliar with the Nagoya area’s situation, so for now, they had no choice but to take a chance on him.

A muffled thud sounded as the ghostly wind blade struck the water wall, unable to penetrate further. Seeing the eighteen fiery winds sweeping toward him, the ghostly figure hastily drew his blade and tried to retreat.

Within his clan, there was an ancient patriarch whose strength was roughly on par with a five-star Dou Zong, making him the strongest in this city.

The thought of him being brutally tormented and humiliated by those otherworldly, twisted overlords brought Ye Fei an odd sense of satisfaction.

The people inside the carriage seemed to realize the coachman had been controlled, finally lifting the curtain and stepping out.

Then, she closed her eyes in the fruit pulp chamber, completing a ritual of life’s baptism and experiencing an unprecedented sensation.

Before Di Qing could speak, Bao Zheng erupted in anger: “Hu Yanqing, you have slandered the commander and disrupted military affairs. Do you know you’ve violated military law?”

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The man wore a brocade robe draped halfway, revealing a golden silk armor beneath. His two large, furry hands clapped gently in front of his chest.

Unless one was a second-generation Supreme God or a wealthy heir, no high school student with an initial clan would choose undead creatures.

“And then?” Deng Xian was the last to put down his chopsticks, even finishing the uneaten dishes on Xiang Ting and Zeng Tian’s plates.

The man wore white garments, a red headband fluttering in the breeze. Just by the fabric, one could tell he was a man of immense wealth and status. Only when he closed his fan inscribed with the words “Number One Under Heaven” did his handsome, stern features appear.

Anle Town, with its hot summers and cold winters, was once a harsh place used to exile disgraced officials.

In other words, he truly managed to turn around the unpromising, universally shunned air compressor factory, making it profitable within just one month?

With a thunderous crash, layers of light fell to the ground, revealing a luminous giant over ten feet tall. A deep, long wound ran from its chest to abdomen, yet not a drop of blood leaked.

After scouting the terrain ahead and checking on everyone, they found the dense fog obscured the ground below, but those beside them were clear. Everyone was soaked with dew, making the mountain morning chill particularly biting.

In today’s world, rebellion was nearly impossible. As for the Song dynasty’s extinction of heirs, that was out of the question. Even if the current emperor died, royal relatives could be adopted to continue the lineage. Ordinary people simply could not become emperor unless they rebelled—but how could one rebel in this era?

“I’ll stay on the first floor with Caishen, Mu girl, you take the second floor!” Chen Xuanwu sized up the villa and said gravely.

“Can I marry a second wife?” Zhu Nong feigned nervousness deliberately.

Actually, knowing that Lin Xi was almost immune to magic, Galiu Fortas did not intend to attack him with magic. But seeing Mu En Allen in danger, he had no choice.

The final similarity score they calculated was 67 points, still short of the 70 needed to be considered truly similar.

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Harry’s body suddenly grew hot, like a copper furnace. Using himself as the hearth, countless fiery patterns condensed into a splendid lotus. Each pattern represented a different extraordinary flame of the world. The lotus bloomed slowly, emitting not the slightest ripple of spiritual energy.

“Quiet, sister! I’m the most capable, so you’re my wife now,” Zhuang Bi said confidently.

He even declared that tomorrow’s homework would be to kill a vampire, planning to make use of the school’s half-blood giants and visiting werewolves for anatomy lessons.

“Oh? If it’s that serious, why not send them to the hospital? This is just the master’s place; could it possibly have better medical equipment than a hospital?” Li Yifan looked at the man with a half-smile and questioned him.

There was an immigrant named Zhang He from Yongning. He had accidentally discovered that sugarcane could be used to make sugar and noticed that Taiwan’s climate was more suitable for sugarcane cultivation than the mainland. Since the country lacked a sugar industry, he suggested to Gu Yong to develop sugarcane plantations and produce sugar.

Though aware, Lu Tianyu was still somewhat surprised that Liu Shaofen came looking for him with a matter.

Zheng Qi activated enhanced vision mode, the gray-white world becoming clearer. The sun’s rays shone on them, casting a long shadow on the distant low hill. Zheng Qi turned to his companions, gave a thumbs-up gesture, signaling all was well.

This bridal chamber was not Lü Bu’s original bedroom but a brand-new one. After today, it would belong to Dong Bai.

Gongsun Du and Gongsun Xu rode their horses to the riverbank. The normally wide river had become much shallower after two months of drought, allowing them to almost ride across on horseback. However, the muddy riverbed made transporting supplies difficult, so they still had to build a floating bridge to cross.