Volume 1, Chapter 29: Telling a Story

Before all the disciples of the Sacred Land, Di Jiuge, who had never opened his eyes, finally did so at this very moment.

"Mr. Lin, do you think this equipment is sufficient? I ordered it online yesterday and had them install it first thing this morning! If you find anything else lacking, I can buy it at any time..." Song Xiaoyu appeared remarkably enthusiastic, nearly ready to embrace Lin Jie.

"I don't know! If I knew, I would have solved it long ago... Please, Mr. Lin, enlighten me!" Song Xiaoyu felt a sense of admiration for Lin Jie; to be able to crack a system while carrying on a conversation was true multitasking.

The Diannan Gang had arrived with about a hundred men, all of them ruthless thugs. As they stormed into Gangga Village, they swept through like locusts after the autumn harvest, leaving nothing in their wake.

"Get up. I am not Guo Ziyang!" The man in the bamboo hat pushed Old Chen aside and slowly sat up from the ground.

At the other end, all was pitch black. The previous orb of light did not reappear, but the oppressive atmosphere it left behind made even the high-level spirits afraid to breathe. This situation, however, brought a sense of relief to Su Qiong; at the very least, the imminent threat of death had not yet arrived.

Xu Wei nodded repeatedly, then gave an order to Tang Yushi, who rode off on his motorcycle to scout around.

Ximen stood frozen, his legs feeling as if they had been filled with lead. He remained rooted to the spot, unable to fathom what kind of situation this was.

"Why?" The look Song Yuzhu gave Bai Jin clearly asked, "Are you stupid?"

Sure enough, when this poem was recited by Zuo Xiao, not only were Bai Yu, Zuo Xianzhi, and the others stunned, but even Master Yi of Chonglou widened his eyes in disbelief.

However, judging by the current results, there was never much possibility of this plan coming to fruition.

Hua Tian looked at Yan Ruyu, about to say something, when he noticed Mu Hun looking in their direction and letting out a casual roar.

"Elder Sun?" Seeing the old man, Hua Tian felt a flicker of surprise. What kind of treasure could possibly be worth Elder Sun coming out in person?

Upon reaching the Shu River, Zhang Jun felt a sense of bewilderment. He was already perplexed that his march had encountered no enemies, but it seemed his army had traversed the entire forest bordering the fertile lands.

The two chatted for a while, touching briefly on the topic of martial artists before drifting into aimless, elaborate ramblings.

His internal energy had begun to take on the characteristics of the power of heaven and earth, allowing him to refine that power more effectively.

Wherever the woodcutter's blade struck, the wolf-ants were shredded like paper. In the blink of an eye, the space within an arm's reach of Hua Tian was littered with ant carcasses. Seizing the opportunity, Hua Tian took a large step toward the Queen Ant, closing the distance to about sixty or seventy feet.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. At the gesture of Lady Yaoyue, Duan Chou and Dong Fangmiao sat around the jade table. No sooner had he sat down than Duan Chou, acting as if he were among friends, picked up the jade chopsticks and helped himself to a piece of Flame Lake Golden Carp. The crisp, savory taste filled his mouth, leaving him feeling incredibly content.

"If the cultivators of the Huang family only have this much skill, then I am truly disappointed!" As Hua Tian spoke, the Lingran sword appeared in his hand. Since the Huang family had decided to play the coward, Hua Tian had no intention of wasting any more time here.

Mo Yan was not wrong; although the Witch Clan’s spell-sealing technique was created by the Witch Ancestor You Li, You Li had drawn inspiration from Buddhist mantra techniques. It could be said that the spell-sealing technique was an advanced, refined version of Buddhist mantras, which could be utilized even without practicing Buddhism.

If there were not so many taboos, even if Li Feng were selfish, he would have at least let Algernon attempt to practice martial arts.

"Why choose this place for our meeting?" Once Gan Luo had wiped the corners of his mouth, Ying Zheng asked unhurriedly.

However, there was still a long way to go before achieving 100% restoration, making it as clear as a photograph or video.

"Gurgle... gurgle..." He drank no slower than Tang Tian had just a moment ago. After downing the bottle of Erguotou, he threw the bottle aside and glared at Tang Tian with bloodshot eyes.

Therefore, the only thing Raymond could do was to obediently bury his head and play the coward, hoping that his camouflage and the unique breath-concealing technique of a war archer would deceive the Swift Eagle soaring high above.

After a while, the fat man above fell backward, gasping for air, his sweat dripping onto the bed like rain.

"Do you mean you have successfully stepped into the Dragon-Tiger Realm? Can we... you know?" Liu Jiayao’s face felt hot as she pressed against Ge Dongxu’s chest, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on him, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"You see, I am just a student now. What could I possibly need your help with? Haha!" Tang Tian said with a smile.

"Demon Infant? What Demon Infant?" Xing Wuji was not afraid of this cultivator blocking his path, but he did not understand what the other party meant by "Demon Infant."

He slammed on the accelerator, pushing the car to its maximum speed, and raced toward the cliff ten kilometers away.

If one looked only at attributes like attack, defense, and vitality, she was not much different from an Imperial Knight, but in terms of skills, she was far inferior.

In terms of raw attack power, I may not be equal to the Dragon Emperor’s son, nor the Sacred Body or the Divine Body, but when it comes to the tenacity of vitality, almost no one in this world can compare to my Hunyuan Indestructible Body.

"Understood!" None of the disciples argued; they knew that a great battle was imminent and that such discussions were meaningless.