Volume One, Chapter 53: The Unconventional Power of the Jade Bracelet

(1/3) This was the first time his father had asked a favor of him, and he longed for that rare praise, yearning to be validated once more. He successfully played upon 369's psychology: You thought that because I started on the bottom side, I wouldn't come to gank you anytime soon? This year's roster was defined by utter resignation; all five starting members were newly promoted rookies, and they had no inkling of where their odds of winning lay. Their cooperation could be described as complementing each other perfectly. As dusk gradually descended, before the night completely swallowed the light, the two of them finished their respective tasks and each returned home. A flash of surprise crossed Cao Zhilan's eyes; she had not expected this table of fragrant, appetizing dishes to be cooked by Luo Fan. The protagonist had not yet appeared, but the guests in the courtyard were already raising their glasses in celebration. None of those invited to this birthday banquet were ordinary people; they could all be considered heaven's proud sons. "The actual controlling shareholder of New Vision Media? Also one of the shareholders of the New Vision Group under Lin Xinhao, a second-generation scion of the Lin family from Shuzhou... What's so great about that?" Wu Quangui sneered mockingly. However, Li Dian was neither a sovereign of a chaotic state who initiated turmoil, nor a martyr who sacrificed his life for a righteous cause. Therefore, the posthumous title conferred upon Li Dian should be "Min," which signifies "enduring continuous grief while serving the nation." Whenever something went wrong with the fermentation of the stinky tofu, Luo Fan could diagnose it with just a single glance or a sniff. After all, this was a skill he had acquired through the Super Learning Machine. The most peculiar trait of the master and disciples of Misty Peak was that they practiced entirely different disciplines. Each occupied a separate cave dwelling, living independent lives that did not interfere with one another, yet this in no manner affected their deep bonds of affection. Yet whether in physique, strength, endurance, or stamina, Mu Qinghan, being merely human, was clearly no match for the bat demon. Fang He seemed to have sensed something, and immediately led everyone from Yanping City in a continuous retreat, while those who had sustained heavy injuries were now slowly recovering. (1/3)

(2/3) The next moment, the door swung open, and an alluring figure draped in a red dress appeared before Zhang Zhengyi. Her face was veiled by a pale red gauze, obscuring her features and revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as autumn autumn waters. Even if one attempted to probe with divine sense beneath the veil, it would be blocked by an inexplicable force. Body-refining techniques naturally place their utmost focus on the physical vessel. The requirement of this particular body-refining technique to transition from a mortal mold to an immortal matrix lay in fusing qi, spirit, and flesh into one inseparable whole. Eliminating one Chi Yu and driving away one Pu Cheng was not enough; this time they had actually dispatched a giant snow fox directly? Several black jeeps headed toward the airport. Although Jiang Yancheng owned a private jet, a private jet could not fly abroad, nor did it have the requisite international flight routes. The next instant, a clear, limpid watery radiance enveloped Night Chengyuan's body, lifting him gently into the air. Water-like spiritual energy wound around his body bit by bit, slowly seeping inward to repair his hidden internal injuries one by one. Wherever the light penetrated, his flesh gradually grew fair and plump with vitality. "Understood. Then I'll give you a chance to express your sincerity in a little while; I'll leave these bowls and chopsticks to you." Zhuo Yuran stood on no ceremony whatsoever—he wasn't about to let the man get a free meal. Even though Mei Xianling had deliberately chosen to pick on the softest persimmon, it still proved somewhat prickly to handle, as Mei Shanshan was among the absolute elite of the Mei family disciples. Eager to test the efficacy of the invisibility talisman, Jiang Yancheng reached out and waved his hand before the eyes of the person next to him. Seeing that the man remained completely oblivious, he felt entirely reassured and slipped quietly away. "Speak! Why did you presume to mobilize the palace's forces without my permission and join hands with outsiders to attack the Northern Territory?" the man demanded sternly, his voice laced with frost. The personal guard had laid out the logic clearly, but the trouble was that it was impossible to reason with a drunkard. In restaurants of later generations, two men who had overindulged in alcohol could easily start a brawl over a single phrase: "What are you looking at?"—"I'm looking at you, what are you gonna do about it?" Heavenly-grade martial arts techniques were unimaginably precious. Over thousands of years of accumulation, the Tiansmoke Sect possessed only a dozen or so such techniques. Yet the moment this demon god spoke, he offered three heavenly-grade martial arts techniques all at once—one could hardly call such a stake insignificant! Facing Wang Zhongmian's thrust on the third-line with the white stones, he naturally wouldn't choose a timid, crawling defense. Besides, he harbored no fear of combat whatsoever. (2/3)

(3/3) Ming Luo looked with a stiff expression at the two figures in midair who had never shifted their positions, and asked with a trembling voice. King Ying was in his thirties, powerfully built, with a square face, rigid facial features, heavy brows, a straight nose, and thick lips—he actually bore a faint, spiritual resemblance to the Gourd Brothers. Yet King Ying exuded an unparalleled aura, commanding and majestic without even showing anger, possessed of a natural nobility. The Marquis of the White Tiger, on the other hand, was fierce and steadfast, carrying the air of a commanding general. "We have already been marginalized. Staying here only subjects us to criticism and cold glares, and I've had enough of days like this!" Scorpion's tone was thick with smoldering fury. Seeing that his ninjutsu had failed to produce any effect, Lao Zi's expression turned remarkably ugly for a moment. Description: A pair of ordinary boots that, after being enchanted by a wizard, have been endowed with extraordinary power. Even when facing danger, the wearer of these boots can frequently rely on their speed to escape and survive tribulations. "Junior Sister!" "Zhiruo!" Seeing Zhang Shuo carry Zhou Zhiruo away, the members of the Emei Sect were filled with anxiety, yet they were utterly powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as he spirited her away. He needed to search for clues, to try and find those children. If any were still alive, he vowed he would rescue them. Yosuke Takasaki swallowed hard, his brain temporarily ceasing to function as he felt the icy gaze of Kaori Yamada directed at him from beside him. During this period, aside from constructing treasure ships, Qin Ming also needed to purchase a number of cargo vessels and recruit a vast multitude of sailors. Luo Xianian poured herself another cup of tea and took an elegant, light sip. "We've had many private chats over the past few days, and most of them were about you, husband." (3/3)