26. Spiritual Resonance

"Before I practiced the sword, this heavy, edge-less blade was merely an edge-less saber. It only transformed into a sword through a shift in intent, so there is no difference between a heavy, edge-less blade and a heavy, edge-less saber," Father Chen replied.

The sect leader’s ability to see through him stemmed from the fact that the leader had long been aware of certain matters regarding his past.

Just as Lu Fei’er reached the roadside, unsure of what to do, her peripheral vision caught sight of a car nearby.

Yet, who could tell him why the butler kept eyeing him with such hostility from behind those reflecting lenses?

Watching Mo Chen depart, Jiang Yuluo furrowed her brows, thinking to herself: "Aren't you headed for the White-Clad Sword Sect? Hmph! Even if you go, I will never let Master allow you entry into the Sword Casting Peak."

Granny Qian hastily averted her gaze, pretending to be indifferent, though her panicked expression had already betrayed her thoughts.

"It is Helmsman Li. This is merely a temporary burst technique of mine; it’s nothing worth showing off," Gwen said with a smile.

However, at that moment, the Imperial-level Nightmare had already reached him, stretching out its hand to seize his throat.

Now that this madwoman, She Saihua, had declared that she would oversee the killing but not the burial, what if someone with a dark heart killed him in the chaos? They could simply find a servant to take the blame, and his death would have been in vain.

Regrettably, he was no longer that child who was easily provoked, quick to anger, and unable to suppress his boiling temper.

"Mr. Norman Karim will not do anything to us. If he truly had extreme measures at his disposal, he wouldn't be stalling for time here, waiting for our final decision."

Outside, Deng Jiuguang and the others waited anxiously. Deng had already contacted his superiors; now, they could only wait for Long Baichuan to appear, at which point they would know whether Qin Yuan’s identity was genuine.

As for this coin sword, he had seized it from Zhao Tiankun’s hands back when he defeated him on the West Island Cultivation Realm.

***

After signing the papers and paying the fees, Naruto found a new excuse for studying medical ninjutsu. However, there were two reasons for the delay: first, there were currently no masters of medical ninjutsu to teach him; second, he had to prepare for the official rounds of the Chunin Exams, so he had to set it aside for the time being.

For other areas closer to the defensive lines where there was a possibility of leaking information to the Jiannu, the settlement of commoners was subject to restrictions—at the very least, families were required to move together to ensure reliability.

She did not want to be targeted by such an extraordinary powerhouse; otherwise, no matter how many ways she had to save her own life, Snake Empress felt she would truly be doomed.

The Heavenly Ghost Clan making such a grand display naturally left the Heavenly Desolate Clan extremely confused. From the mouths of the Heavenly Ghost Clan, they learned that a mid-stage Heavenly Venerate practitioner of their clan had fallen.

The God of Sloth, the God of Envy, the God of Lust, the God of Wrath, and the God of Gluttony immediately joined forces. Strange soul fluctuations shot from their eyes, merging together and drilling into the body of the God of Greed.

North River’s boast was truly hard to believe, yet she did not think the man was trifling with her; after all, no one dared to play such jokes in this place.

With no landlords, the output of the island’s limited arable land belonged to all the islanders, distributed by household. An old scholar was elected by the crowd; although he held no official position, he acted in the capacity of a county magistrate or town mayor.

"What are you two chatting about so happily? It’s only been two days; why do you act as if you haven’t seen each other in months?" Chen Feng sat down on the sofa opposite them.

Lin Han glanced sideways, sensing that it was definitely no simple object; he had already felt a surging power from the purple glow on the Insect King’s horn.

Xiao Ling had seen Jun Yichen’s appearance—he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She never expected him to be ranked only second.

He looked at Chen Feng, who was busy in the kitchen. Seeing that he hadn't noticed him, he didn't dare to look around any further and pulled the older woman to sit in the most inconspicuous corner.

Opening an Awei Restaurant in such a place would undoubtedly play a crucial role in expanding the restaurant's external influence.

"..." Mo Ling remained silent, gently whistling, and took the opportunity to cast a flirtatious wink toward Ci You.

***

"And then, Prince Chen actually didn't shake her off; he even tacitly allowed it." It was truly an eye-opening sight for her.

Hearing Jue Chi suggest that Ruan Mianmian might go elsewhere, Tuanzi immediately grabbed Jue Chi by the shoulders and marched toward the outside of the palace.

Was it perhaps inappropriate to address him with such reverence? But even though Qian Daoliu was dead, his prestige remained deeply imprinted in Yue Guan’s mind. If he were to address him by name, he felt it would be too disrespectful.

They fled, and Ye Jiangchuan and the others pursued them for a full seven thousand miles before watching them vanish.

A moment later, she realized that resistance was futile and simply gave up, lying flat on her back in the shape of a cross.

Thinking this, he reached into his pocket, took out an object, and walked toward Chen Aiqing.

By the banks of the Weak Water River, a youth in silver robes stood with his back to the crowd, framed against the blue backdrop. A few wisps of black hair drifted upward, making the youth’s face look all the more divine and handsome.

"Grandson, this feels so good, is that really all you can do?" The burly spy’s face was deathly pale, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

At two in the morning, the deck, which had been bustling with activity all day, finally grew quiet. Even the young people who wanted to party through the night moved their festivities into the ship’s cabins, rather than continuing to dance in the freezing, pitch-black wind on the deck.

"Mo Jiu, are you truly a god?" Xuan Ye’s voice was very low, fearing that someone might hear and cause unnecessary trouble.