Volume 1, Chapter 60: Just This Foolish

Ignoring these people, he continued walking forward toward the Sacred Land of Huayao, the dojo of the Longevity Path. Only there would he have a chance to find Xiao Haoyu.

If he chose not to save her, it meant he would have to send her into the Divine Breath Palace, imprison her soul, and pave his own eternal path as an emperor.

At this moment, within Shi Xie’s field of vision, the operation, movement, and changes of all the formations were meticulously analyzed, aided by his third eye.

"So, I really can restore my arm?" Xiao Chen hurriedly interrupted Longmei, steering the conversation back to the main point so as not to be led astray again.

As Wan Jiang retreated, his two junior martial brothers received the order and launched an attack on the twin-tailed thunder crocodile from the left flank, two sword qi slashes tearing open a few more scales around the beast's waist.

He called Xiang Wan back first. On the phone, Xiang Wan’s voice was extremely excited and thrilled, sounding even happier than Nian Liangliang.

After Li Chengye finished his call, Bei Mujing also turned off the television and stood up to ask if there were any new instructions from above; if not, he would begin handling official business.

Bo Yichen’s heart gave a fierce jolt, his eyelashes trembling slightly as a sudden sense of shame and embarrassment welled up from the soles of his feet. Sure enough, he shouldn't have made this trip—there was no chance left for him at all.

In short, even if Ye Chen prepared for the worst and figured that replicating an avatar of a peak Dao-Fusion realm powerhouse would still pose no problem at all—or failing that, using his rewards to forcefully elevate his realm by two stages before utilizing the avatar replication opportunity—it would still be a decent choice.

Zhan Jue indeed grew anxious, lunging forward in a single step to snatch her phone. However, Song Qingge had long anticipated his intention, instantly hiding the phone behind her back and dodging his grab.

Reluctant to pull away yet knowing the other party refused to continue, Qin Yang lingered in his frustration for a moment before gathering his patience and starting over from the beginning.

The few days of warmth Jian Fenghou had given her, which in the eyes of ordinary people might seem falsely worthless, were in Yuan Qin's heart a rare and irreplaceable reality and impact that would last a lifetime.

Qin Yang planned to take her to get her injury checked the next day, instructing an early departure since the journey was long and a return within a single day might otherwise be difficult.

With the moon setting and stars shifting, when Yuan Qin once again forced her heavy eyelids open, the bright sun was already high in the sky. By the messy bedside, the air had grown cold, and only the sunken pillow faithfully recorded this fleeting dream like a flash in the pan.

A familiar voice, a familiar form of address, and even a somewhat familiar scent... it tightened her chest with a dull ache.

Zhan Qi had prepared everything at the hospital from early on, settling her into a private room five days ahead of her due date and guarding her by her side every step of the day.

For several consecutive days, she paid special attention to the news. Although hints of things like "breaking off the engagement" had leaked out, neither Rong Hua nor the Jian family gave any direct response, maintaining a rather calm and tranquil appearance.

He had guessed correctly indeed. When she transformed into human form, touching her would not disrupt the ghost talismans on his gauntlets. However, it was a different story when she turned back into a fish—the slightest touch would immediately shatter the ghost talismans on his armor, causing the ghostly energy on his hands to spread and leaving his entire body weak and powerless.

His bangs were very long, hanging all the way down to obscure his eyes, making him look rather mysterious whenever he looked up at people.

Chen Cheng discovered that this grain of sand of his possessed a function neither of them had mentioned: he could actually control it. He could manipulate it to transform freely at will—not just into a single magical beast, but into any other magical beast he desired! Even the flying magical beast Chen Cheng had dreamed of.

He Yunjian and Lin Yinmo exchanged a nod, then each returned to their respective rooms to rest. After running about for so many days, they were indeed thoroughly exhausted, yet tonight's operation remained crucial and could not be taken lightly.

I looked at the fish in my hand, still unable to bring myself to bite into it, so I simply tossed it to Scarface for him to eat. I lay down on the ground with my back to him, and in response, his mocking laughter came through, which I simply endured.

"Don't worry about the rest! Just do as I say! In any case, you won't lose out, and perhaps my luck will be good enough!" Chen Cheng did not elaborate further. To be honest, no matter how powerful his current abilities were, could he possibly surpass Granny? Chen Cheng did not think he was that arrogant.

In the beginning, the "seeds" could only be implanted through face-to-face conversation and physical contact. However, as one progressed deeper into the cultivation, a single gesture, a syllable, or even a fleeting glance was enough to plant the "seed" deep within another person's mind.

Fang Ruosheng thought to herself: Hmph, even if you are a modern-day Liu Xiahui, with me strutting before you every day, aren't I afraid you won't eventually grow fond of me over time?

As for risks, Chen Cheng didn't even need to consider them! He was a necromancer to begin with! Necromancy was a risky profession inherently! Since such risks already existed, it was like having lice already—and a whole lot of them at that—so what was a few more?

"Let's hear it then." Tormented by this question the entire afternoon, Ye Mo readily agreed.

She even began secretly practicing the unique secret technique she had learned from Xu Hongyun—one capable of moving even that wooden block of a person, Gu Jianfeng.

After the lineups were finalized, the coaches shook hands, and the big screen played a pre-recorded pre-match interview. The person being interviewed was TPA's mid-laner, TT.

Chu Qing also raised his face, gazing toward a certain spot deep within the mountains, an inscrutable smile lingering on his lips.

Before it could fully strike a pose, a massive dragon shadow descended from the sky, grabbed Fengcui by the shoulders, and soared straight up into the air.

"Come, come, come, you two play a match." Guo Chengruo did not let Ye Xiu continue pondering this, and after introducing the two, she went straight to the point. She had been waiting all day and had exercised immense restraint just to keep herself from dragging Ye Xiu straight out of bed.