Volume 1, Chapter 65: How Are They Already Getting Married?!

Someone had already sent funeral wreaths to his home and to Huaxing Media, with inscriptions reading: "Safe travels wherever you go" and "May your business flourish."

Chu Yang lifted his gaze slightly. The faint pressure emanating from his opponent could not even be considered an itch to him, so making a fool of himself was naturally out of the question.

Seeing the giant python react in this manner, Su Lin sneered inwardly. Did they really think he would dare to come and trouble a Nascent Soul early-stage giant python without making any preparations?

"In this world, those who can become alchemists are few and far between!" the mage said with a joyful expression.

Xu Fu coughed up black blood as his internal organs shifted, a massive stream of fluid gushing from his body.

She wanted to go on a trial by ordeal, and the headmaster agreed without hesitation; a true powerhouse could never be forged through blind and monotonous cultivation.

The Liao family was also one of the prominent clans, though a fallen one, which had suddenly and miraculously risen to prominence over a decade ago.

The forge-servant strode toward the guards with thunderous steps, every footfall crushing the cobblestones beneath him with crushing force.

"I said I would keep the Fourth Young Master safe and sound!" Without looking back, Xue Long transformed into a bloody shadow and charged toward the spot where Holy Envoy Gibu had fallen.

Liu Yiguang led a small group away from the main force to press ahead, figuring that his uncle, the King of Hulu, must be waiting somewhere to receive him. Since he had not arrived at the Defeng Plains, he must have gone elsewhere; otherwise, he should have arrived by yesterday. Even if some conflict had broken out on the road, the estate would not be completely devoid of news by now.

Yet those who chatted and bantered with him online had no idea that the person sitting on the other side of the computer screen was actually Wang Yang, the newly emerged and wildly popular director.

At this moment, he had drifted through the chaotic currents for a long time before finally reaching a hazy, mist-shrouded expanse. That place was the Shattered Current; the outside world could not see what lay within, and this turbulent stream was entirely natural in origin.

Abruptly, Protector Eagle’s expression froze, his previous calmness vanishing instantly. With a flash of movement, he appeared right before Qin Yang, attempting to seize him.

After she closed the door and left, Song Yixing rose from the couch, returned to bed, and pulled the covers over himself. Wen Yu glanced at the open window and slowly walked over to shut it. Since the man was determined to put on an act, he might as well help him play the part to the end.

A single wedding made Jian Su’s background clear to countless people, and even those who had been ordinary or distant acquaintances suddenly grew much closer to her.

The wind blades swept across the bodies of the four men. Their battle-qi armor held firm for barely a moment before shattering completely, the razor-sharp blades slashing deep into their flesh. Within seconds, most of the meat was carved from their bones, while scorching flames reduced their clothing to ashes.

At level 15, priests gained access to a new skill; choosing the Discipline tree allowed them to learn Holy Fire. With a flick of her hand, Aiyue hurled a white fireball trailing a long tail straight at a cultist.

The masters served by the two were clever individuals blessed with exceptionally perceptive minds, so it was only natural that the attendants, influenced by their surroundings, possessed a fair share of tact and wit as well.

Such words were utterly incomprehensible. Even someone as knowledgeable and experienced as Qin Long could not fathom what the masked man truly meant by that statement.

Hearing this, Feng Wu’s body trembled slightly. Her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale, her teeth sinking hard into her lower lip. With trembling legs, she walked into her bedchamber, and the moment the door clicked shut behind her, she collapsed to the floor as if all her strength had left her.

The mystic realm within the Earth-Sustaining Furnace was unlike ordinary realms. Above it hung a great sun, within which a wisp of Lu Xuan’s soul had transformed into a three-legged golden crow, bathing all creation in its light. Thus, this realm was intimately bound to Lu Xuan, who reigned within it like the master of all things; even if that garlic spirit could fly to the heavens or burrow into the earth, it could not escape his gaze.

Gu Chen watched the elderly man deploy layer after layer of defense, a smile immediately blooming across his face.

"Heh, very well, I accept." A gentle smile still lingered on Zhang Cuishan's face, as though he remained completely oblivious to the mortal peril of a fight to the death.

Moreover, the murderous intent was directed unmistakably at Tang Chen and Clarice. Could it be because they were the only outsiders present here?!

"Qin Moyu, you may step outside first. As for the rest, we shall discuss it another day." Ye Lintian nodded, issuing a brief command to Qin Moyu before vanishing alongside the other Dao-realm powerhouses of the Ye family into the boundless Spirit Vein Pagoda.

The Third Prince nodded. With Gu Chen’s guarantee, he finally felt at ease.

Both the Soaring Dragon Imperial Sword and the Nine Dragons Divine Shield were forged by the master craftsmen of the divine court’s imperial household from a single piece of otherworldly meteoric iron. Sharing the same origin, they could rightfully be called the supreme offensive and defensive treasures in this world.

Xu Mo’s previous battle with the Heavenly Dao had spanned multiple planes. Naturally, the elder had suffered the most severe initial blow, though he had merely fallen unconscious and awoke in this place, completely ignorant of his location.

Seeing that no one below was speaking, Qin Yue said something to Zhang Xuehai and Yin Zheng. The two men nodded in silence.

However, the two did not head straight back. Ravenous with hunger, they chose to grab a bite to eat outside before returning to tidy up the house.

Rolling his eyes, Chen Qing watched as seven relic beads slowly materialized and floated into the air, darting back and forth like weaving shuttles with an astonishing momentum.

To his surprise, Aowu was even more excited than he was. Seizing the Sea-Swallowing Shell and scooping Aowu up in a tight embrace, Tripitaka could no longer suppress his surging longing, leaping upon a Somersault Cloud that instantly transported them to the Jade Pool.

Ji Huaixi leisurely took a sip of tea, closed his eyes in sheer enjoyment, and simply pretended not to understand Hua Mian’s implication.