Chapter 36: Wife, Are You Satisfied?

The support he could obtain was limited; he would not have his father to serve as his backing as he did back in Qi City.

Jiang Hao glanced back at Song Qianhua, who was struggling to control herself, and then gave a wink to Long Chanxin.

Gu-poisoned humans lack self-awareness and the ability to speak; they possess immense offensive power and destructive potential, attacking anyone indiscriminately.

As the Ancestor of Dao’s spiritual lights were being extinguished one by one, just as the final spark was about to be severed, an arm suddenly materialized from the void, seizing the light within its palm.

Qi Tongwei shook his head with a bitter smile; only then did he realize what a staggering surprise the parting gift from Platoon Leader Miao truly was.

Feng Di nudged her with his foot; this girl was obsessed with finding a local resident of Jiangkou, but she had yet to meet anyone suitable.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingchu realized that his previous efforts hadn't been forceful enough, so he immediately gathered his remaining strength to engage again.

Of course, he had another purpose: he lacked a financial officer. He wanted to do business, and he could not function without a reliable hand for the finances.

If these rookies could not even survive the first Hell Week, then they were not suitable for a career in the special forces.

Beneath the Earth Immortal Realm, ripples spread through the Six Paths of Reincarnation, as visions of the Underworld and the eighteen levels of hell ascended.

In the rearmost compartment, there was a row of six wooden crates on the floor! They were identical to the crates he had seen in the valley, the ones filled with corpses. The crates contained humanoid shapes, though perhaps due to the distance and the many walls between them, one could only make out their rough silhouettes.

"Then, what do you think of that kind of relationship?" Inna, unaware of Jieun-chan’s train of thought, asked to herself.

Before long, a faint, ethereal human shadow detached itself from Factory Manager Li, drifting in the air like smoke and dust. The shadow twitched and swayed, its form unstable; it was clearly a specter, an evil ghost.

"Alright, it's fine now. The rest is up to this young lady," Beibuli said, holding the broken sword.

Judging by the ruthlessness of her strike, I was certain it was her. I crouched and walked over, grabbing her firm, rounded buttocks.

Indeed, Shen Changfeng had his own plans. He was not the type to be backstabbed and remain unmoved; he would certainly make the other party pay.

If a sect faced the crisis of total annihilation, they could rouse the spirits of their ancestors from generations past, fusing them together to unleash a world-destroying power.

At this moment, Beiming was also moved by sentiment. Holding Old Man Li’s hand, he looked around at the villagers and spoke with great sincerity.

Fang Yan smiled gently, set down the plastic bag, helped her sit up, and took pillows from other hospital beds to prop up her back.

As the Bagua blade entered flesh, blood blossomed under the moonlight. The eerie luster painted a picture that seemed to be etched into Xu Yang’s mind, unforgettable for a lifetime.

With the flow of energy, the temperature of Zhang Sanfeng’s body plummeted. He faintly heard a low growl, and then, a dragon-shaped mark emerged on his chest.

Qin He turned pale at his words, the nightmare rushing toward him like a tide, making it hard to breathe.

She was gripped by panic. She hated his violation, and she hated her own shamelessness. This man was her greatest enemy; how could she be so base as to accept his abuse? She should have felt nothing but disgust at his intrusion.

"It is just as well. Many people have forgotten Shiran, and if we were to go in rashly, it would only make for an awkward atmosphere," Wang Yize said. Nan Kongqian, however, felt that Senior Brother Shiran was truly pitiful; his cultivation was destroyed and his memories lost. If Senior Brother Yize hadn't stayed by his side all these years, his life at the Qilin Sect would have been unbearable.

The phantom behind Zhang Sanfeng gradually faded until it vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. The space-time where Zhang Sanfeng stood returned to normal the moment the shadow disappeared.

"These guys possess illusions we could never hope to master, but fake is fake, and real is real." As Wen Yinrao walked out of the cavern, I followed closely behind. The guards at the gate saw me emerge and looked ready to spring into action.

When Shui Tao heard Wu Qian say this, the tension on her face eased significantly; it seemed she did not want Wu Qian to dig too deeply into the matter of Uncle Zhao.

"Can't a person comment just because someone is ugly? I am merely offering an objective evaluation; what wrong is there in that?" Xiahou Haotian sneered.

Zhang Sanfeng moved like the wind, instantly blocking the shopkeeper. With one reach, he snatched the broadsword from the man’s hand and, with a backhand swing, severed the man’s left arm.

The shop assistant sneered, "You’re so exhausted you can barely walk, and you still want to run? You lot finish them off here; we’ll go chase him down." With that, he led several others in pursuit.

With such a great reward, possessing god-like power—as a god, one could naturally resurrect anyone. If you wanted someone dead, they would drop instantly. Never mind living—you could create one yourself. Since I am a god, I can do anything.

Of all the people at this family banquet, Han Que was the most excited. Seeing Shen Liancheng and Li Ji, he expressed his resentment, complaining in every word that the two had kept their marriage secret and he hadn't even had a glass of their wedding wine.

Was it a matter of talent? At this moment, Lin Yu felt much more at ease. It really wasn't his fault. If Lin Yu knew that his application of spiritual power was inferior even to a non-immortal cultivator, he would likely find the realization quite bitter.