Fifty Fifty (Revised)

The premise is that your foundational territory remains completely intact. Within this territory, the vast majority of tier-five lord- and saint-level powerhouses have set up resurrection and revival arrays. Generally, if one dies in the outside world, their territory will naturally seal itself off.

Chatting as they walked, the two lost track of time, and before long, they arrived outside the prefectural office.

In the past, these two wouldn't have dared even think about buying this bottle of wine, let alone be qualified to do so.

It was precisely at this moment that the utterly bewildered Black Dog and Duan De finally recognized a few once-familiar figures and recovered memories from the Chaotic Ancient Era.

The troublesome part, however, is that members of such covert organizations maintain normal identities on the surface, making them extremely difficult to identify.

The rock on which the masked man was standing instantly shattered. Amidst flying debris and billowing dust, that patch of space was instantly engulfed. Yet this seemingly overwhelming attack was merely meant as a greeting.

The trip there and back took half a day, and they had spent two days in the cavern. All things considered, three days had already passed. Could Gao Xiaosheng still not have resolved that matter?

"This million is not a card-processing fee; it is simply for you to use to buy things. You can buy a lot of things from me with a million. Isn't it worth it?"

Given Puzhi's level of cultivation, had he failed to notice such a massive commotion, he truly would not have deserved the title of a divine monk.

Otoha's second wave aimed at the lower frontal hull of the Tiger. In truth, she didn't even know why she chose to aim there; her intuition simply told her that hitting this spot was definitely correct.

However, if she stated that she was following her heart's choice, Su Jingji's parents would undoubtedly be heartbroken.

Yet, if she could marry Shen Jingnian, things would be entirely different. Not only would it be a business alliance, but she would also get to marry a man she actually loved—killing two birds with one stone with a single stroke. How could she possibly let such an opportunity slip away?

When had running ever made her look so mesmerizing? At this exact moment, she truly had no idea what she should do.

Setting up a pot, pouring in a bit of water, throwing in some salt, plucking off the wings, the locusts were boiled one by one like this. When they were about done, someone finally tentatively picked one up and began to eat.

"This chest protector in my hand was used by General Xu during his lifetime. General Xu is extremely worthy of our respect, and the chest protector he used is all the more priceless."

"I wonder what this shipment contains?", Zhong Yi remarked casually, even if it was just an exploratory probe bound to yield no results.

The world produces talented individuals in every generation, and among those predecessors, there were bound to be some who knew how to escape. Yet, in the end, they still died down there. Rather than saying they were trapped to death, it might be more accurate to say it was because they lacked mutual trust, and no one was willing to voluntarily lie down inside a stone coffin.

There is tea fragrance in the mountains, where an exalted being may drink alone and play a game of chess by himself. Below the mountain lies a clear lake, where one can search for fish. Rice fragrance and chicken soup—all the delicacies of the world are gathered right here. This is the most unforgettable meal of a lifetime.

In the blink of an eye, the moon hung in the center of the sky, pouring down moonlight like water. Yin Xue was awakened by a burst of urgent pounding on the door.

However, Lu Shuangjiang had never expected that such a thing could possibly happen to them, nor had she ever experienced anything like it.

Supporting one another, the few of us walked unsteadily out of West Street and climbed into a van. "Zhuo Ge, are you alright?" I lit a cigarette and shoved it into Wang Zhuo's mouth.

High in the sky, a flash of hesitation crossed the golden dragon's face. Seeing the water dragon rushing like the sea, it didn't dare to pursue rashly, and merely hovered in the void, roaring incessantly.

Wu Ming let out a cold snort and walked straight out of the office. Just as he stepped into the courtyard, his cell phone rang. The two guards outside immediately cast sideways glances. Wu Ming coughed lightly, walked to the side, took out his phone, and pressed the call button on the screen.

The others hadn't expected Shen Huan's reaction to be so intense. Everyone knew this was for Shen Huan's own good—returning to Chang'an in the future would make mastering these rules absolutely indispensable. Yet Shen Huan clearly displayed anger and resistance, though it was unclear what had triggered her.

When he realized that Zhang Li differed from other cultivators, he still hadn't paid him enough attention. A peak wind-attribute Saint Magister might not be able to win, but if he focused on evasion, he could still escape with his life; yet he failed to realize that the lightning Zhang Li used differed from the lightning he knew.

Mighty though that blood-colored giant ape was, unfortunately, these two individuals had both stood at the pinnacle of the Demonic Cult for hundreds of years, and their cultivation was truly terrifying. A massive, piercing radiance arrived in the blink of an eye, fiercely cleaving the huge snow ape in two.

"Eh? Where have we run off to? Do you know?" The boy asked in a nasty tone, putting on a fierce facade.

"Are there any specific steps?" Ah Zong rubbed his completely bald head and smiled with a particularly evil expression.

"I remember you saying you have a younger brother. This must be him!" Chen Yongzhou threw his cigarette onto the ground, ground it out with his foot, and then reached out, wanting to shake Liu Shisan's hand.

"Young Master Yin! Please be serious!"颜如冰 (Yan Rubing) couldn't hold back any longer, and said in a low, exasperated voice.

Yet this person addressed as "Young Master," despite wearing bright red brocade robes, had a complexion revealing a sickly pallor, and even his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes carried an air of morbidity.

Hearing this, Imperial Noble Consort Zuo nodded. Over the years, the Emperor's heavy reliance on her elder brother was known to all; entering the palace late at night like this was not a once-or-twice occurrence.

As for Penglai, upon hearing that her name wasn't even mentioned in the end, she let out an "ah," realizing this was merely a deferred sentence of suffering.