Chapter 52: Playing Coy After Profiting

However, this time he did not go in, but instead...

Jiang Shiyi could not bear to watch. She braced her hands helplessly against the mattress, her fingers cramping as they gripped the bedsheet. Her shoulders shrank involuntarily, and an inexpressible blend of shame and anger enveloped her entire body, causing her fair skin to gradually flush pink.

"Shiyi."

His husky voice echoed in her ear, calling her name over and over again like a violent tornado that swept her into a daze, leaving her utterly powerless to resist.

Ever since the late 1970s, the nation's borders opened up. Consequently, wave after wave of young intellectuals traveled across the oceans, converging into a studying-abroad craze that drew both criticism and praise.

In the nether regions of Mount Yin, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva converted ghosts into the Eight Legions of Devas and Nagas, selecting the eight most talented among them as disciples to command each legion. These eight disciples were Tianjia, Naga, Yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garuda, Kinnara, and Mahoraga. All eight disciples possessed the cultivation of Golden Immortals and patrolled the nether hell on a daily basis.

Right in the center of that high platform rested a grey chessboard. On both sides of the board lay black and white stones: those near Hongjun were white, and those near Luo were black.

The Three Pure Ones felt like deaf mutes eating coptis chinensis—suffering bitter agony that they could only keep to themselves. In their hearts, they resolved to hold their ground. As for how long they could hold out or how long they needed to endure, they could only leave it to fate, hoping that the other duels would achieve victory first. After all, when a Quasi-Sage goes up against a Sage, the ultimate outcome is all too clear.

He learned from the report that one of the sorcerers among the demon clan attacking the grain supplies possessed extremely formidable magic, and he had long suspected that it was Western Queen in disguise. Now, he was utterly certain. To send Adai—the slowest-moving and most dim-witted creature in the Northern Sa tribe—to deliver an order? Unless Xisa had gone mad.

These two individuals were none other than the Jade Emperor, Lord of the Three Realms, and the Queen Mother. The Chaos Clock had manifested, and seventeen Quasi-Sages were fiercely contending for it in the Sun Palace above Mount Buzhou. How could the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother not know? And how could they resist such temptation?

"Because the two demon clans never hunt this beast, they remain ignorant of this fact. A magic crystal of sufficient quality takes about ten years to form, and Gluttonous Beasts are naturally fond of freedom; captivity will inevitably cause them to die of depression. We can only obtain them by selecting beasts of appropriate age and hunting them. Of course, I, Bai Moge, am not such a cruel and lawless fellow."

Jin Dasheng and the others all swallowed hard. By now, any thought of resistance was entirely gone as they watched that massive mountain descend. Suddenly, Yuan Tao struggled beneath the mountain and actually hoisted the huge mountain up by sheer force. For a moment, the earth shook, and the onlookers' minds could barely keep up.

In contrast, the weapon in this man's hand looked more and more like the ancient legendary sword Juque. Even without any externalized fierce aura, the blade's edge maintained a two-finger-wide sword energy. With a single slash, he easily cleaved three men in two, and his momentum showed almost no sign of diminishing.

Not long after leaving the camp, Xisa altered his appearance. Beside him, Shang Shui watched as he rapidly reshaped his face from memory using water-element illusion arts, achieving absolute precision without the slightest deviation. She admired both his memory and his tolerance for pain.

Aside from Duan Qiu, the Fire Phoenix also charged along with Duan Qiu toward these warships of the Wraith Empire.

Eating someone's food makes one soft-mouthed, and taking someone's gifts makes one's hands short. Having accepted this person's items, Yefeng found it awkward to make a move against them anymore, so he turned his target toward the others.

However, if Ying Si chose the alternative path and directly finished off Kuang Xi, not only would this quest vanish, but Kuang Xi would also die permanently and never respawn again.

Along the way, Zheng Ji curiously gazed at a place that people so often spoke of in their dreams, poetry, and distant aspirations.

Yet, the gap between a Ninth-Grade Battle Soldier and a Battle General acted as another colossal watershed, completely separating people on either side by a chasm-like distance! Everyone below a Battle General is nothing more than an ant! This single sentence was enough to explain everything! And true advanced battle-qi cultivation techniques began to diverge drastically right from the level of Battle General.