Chapter 52

To avoid the harassment of mosquitoes and insects on the ground, all the houses here are built in the style of stilted buildings, with wooden pillars supporting a wooden structure above. The open space below is used for keeping livestock, while people live upstairs.

“Then why do those pharmaceutical giants oppose it? Aren’t they working in the same field? Why would they undermine their own livelihood?” he pondered, then asked.

A wise man does not stand under a precarious wall. Alone with someone whose martial prowess is so overwhelming that he could be trampled again and again, Zhou Cheng knew he did not possess such fortitude. Therefore, putting a safe distance between them was undoubtedly the smart choice.

He had two signature skills—one was the use of poison, the other, his agility. Now, the Peach Blossom Miasma was ineffective, and it was likely that other poisons would be equally useless. Within this confined room, the terrain severely limited his ability to maneuver. With both his trump cards rendered useless, he would be a fool to stay and take a beating.

The newcomer sneered, his hoarse, low voice laced with seven parts mockery and three parts envy. Naturally, when his gaze fell upon Zhou Cheng, it was with the air of someone sizing up a pile of dung.

“Haha, thank you both. My name is Helan Qingqing.” Helan Qingqing’s eyes flickered with cunning as she flashed a sly smile.

“I say, you play Angela every day—don’t you get bored?” Wo Zhuangbi asked as he noticed Lin Bafang never changed characters.

There was no need for Qin Zihao to explain further. He was confident that after he released that aura, Mo Lin would naturally sense something extraordinary.

As Chen Fan prepared to disembark from the cruise ship, the cultivators on board exchanged glances, then all knelt and spoke in unison.

In the Temple of Light, the place of endless sanctity, the Emperor of Light, seated upon the ninth throne, picked up a chess piece and made his move.

“I am from the world of cultivation! You cannot kill me!” Lord Xing shouted, his face flushed with indignation.

Ever since arriving in Hanzhong, Song Shi had been absorbed in production and development, devoting far less energy to teaching. Most of his lectures focused on practical skills; apart from the widely circulated “Theory of Atmosphere” from his days in the capital, he rarely discoursed on the interplay of heaven and humanity.

The lotus seeds of the Frostfire Lotus contained immense energy from heaven and earth, making them the best vessel for nourishing the soul.

In the original work, the explanation was this: events that have already occurred can be completely reversed and reassigned to a designated party. For example, when Uryu Ishida fought Haschwalth, all the injuries he had suffered were transferred to his opponent.

They wanted to rest in one of the 4 a.m. shops, but were beaten up and thrown out like dogs by the customers and staff, ending up huddled under a bridge for shelter, exhausted and leaning on each other for comfort.

Though Wu Yue’s appearance had changed, Wolverine could instantly recognize him by his fighting style.

“Feels good. Looks like I’ve finally found the trick this time!” Kang Mang stood up, grinning broadly.

When Dary opened his eyes, he felt his mental strength had grown significantly; the energy he’d spent creating his mental domain two days ago was now completely restored.

With Luo Tianhuan’s final blow, the monster’s body exploded, spraying fragments of limbs and black blood everywhere.

All the power of the venomous lizards suddenly surged into his left arm, transforming along the path the electric current had just traveled.

Seeing Wang Hao’s indifferent expression, Naemi Kuramaki raised her katana high and aimed for the back of his neck, preparing to strike.

“Why do you think so, Brother? As far as I know, along the way it was always Prince Jin making efforts to get close to others, not Wu Ze deliberately approaching Prince Jin,” Changsun Chong said to Li Tai.

Lu Yu and Nie Qizhan’s spiritual power became wild and violent, fiercely crashing into the unfamiliar divine sense.

As Xia Yunshen rushed in, the demon wolves’ eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

“I remember he told me he wanted to be a carefree prince. For that, he must have a father who can settle everything for him. He won’t let anyone threaten my safety,” Li Shimin said.

Since he had become a cultivator, he had stepped into the world of cultivation—life and death now rested with fate.

“Duke Han, you said you’ve had a spiritual bond with me for eleven years. Did you count from when you gave me the sword last time? At the time I felt something was off, but to this day I still can’t figure out what. Please, Duke Han, enlighten me,” Bai Qi asked frankly.

Wang Hao observed Ma Chao and found that he didn’t seem to be lying, so he signaled with his eyes for him to continue the call.

After Song Jiang was poisoned by the wine sent by the treacherous minister Gao Qiu and others, he feared Li Kui would rise up in rebellion for revenge, so he had Li Kui drink the poisoned wine as well, leading to Li Kui’s death.

“Uncle Qin, please rise. Do you know where my father is now?” Li Chengqian hurried forward, helping Qin Qiong up as he spoke.

As for the pinnacle-level Xingyi Boxing, he could exchange for it any time in the future when he wasn’t so pressed for points—there was no need to rush now; priorities must be clear.

But at that moment, in the flickering candlelight, a slender figure was quietly approaching Hou Yi as he meditated.

“Let’s go!” At this command, the post-refinement stage martial artist quickly beckoned his two brothers to retreat.

Chen Fei fiddled with the Divine Army Ring for a while, unsure whether he had triggered some mechanism or if the ring suddenly went haywire. After letting his thoughts wander, he still came up empty-handed.

What’s more, Shanghai was one of the most prosperous cities in China, Asia, and even the world. On its streets, one could easily spot travelers and students from foreign lands.

The water temperature was perfect as I lay soaking in the bath. With a press of the remote, rain would fall from the ceiling; press it again, and Beethoven’s symphony would fill the room. Truly, wealth is a wonderful thing.

All the martial artists in the final arena could watch the matches through these eight mirrors—no matter where they sat, the view was the same.

Xuanyuan Che seemed to understand her silent eating and said nothing more. Resting his chin on one hand, he quietly watched her eat, surprised that she truly could treat him as air, calmly eating at her own pace, without a trace of shyness or reserve.

Su Jinghui pretended not to notice, her face wearing a hint of anxiety, but she still waited quietly.

Granny Lan expressed her doubts, for burial was the simplest and most primitive method of all. She found it hard to believe that her husband, so decisive and skilled, would resort to such a crude trick to fake his death.