Volume One, Chapter 86: Mocking My Failure? I Turned Around and Made Money Hand Over Fist!

Afterwards, the time for the decisive battle arrived. With no more reinforcements from the Underworld and high-level cultivators unable to participate, the native defenders finally achieved a decisive victory.

It turned out that the enthusiastic applause from his male colleagues was more about supporting him for “bringing honor to men in public.” Being warmly embraced by a group of stunning foreign women, showered with kisses and affection—such fortune was something ordinary men could only dream of.

In truth, Zong Lun was not only a master of formations, but his cultivation had also reached the seventh rank of Martial Emperor. Fortunately, he had not sided with the Sea Tribe; otherwise, Li Hengxuan would have had to reveal all his trump cards that day.

The university district on the outskirts of Guangzhu City welcomed the bustling arrival of a new batch of freshmen. Every campus was crowded, like schools of carp swimming across a river.

But if that were the case, those behind should have the speed of the Nascent Soul stage, and their aura should match that stage as well.

To the surprise of the other four elders, Elder Jin glanced at them with a faint smile and responded with a question.

Among the powerful figures of the Bliss Kingdom, many wore expressions of discontent, particularly with the Crown Prince.

A round-faced elder in blue, with hair half black and half white, not very tall and slightly plump, gazed at the elder before him—a man of moderate height, dressed in black, slender, and with a horse-like face.

Yao Qianqian, descendant of the Medicine Sage, fell in love with Xuan Shang, defying the ancestral rules of the Medicine Sage Valley by secretly teaching him the sacred scripture founded by her forebear. When her father, Yao Chen, discovered this, he insisted on killing Xuan Shang. To protect him, Yao Qianqian shattered her own soul, finally moving the grief-stricken Yao Chen to spare Xuan Shang.

Not only were they defeated, but the Ba Serpent was lured over, leaving them no time to rest or recover.

Even without the Eye of Insight, it was obvious—black ants in the Ant Tribe’s nectar pool were undergoing rapid transformation.

He lay on the ground, attempting several times to stand, but his legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead. Unable to rise, he began crawling toward the cafeteria using his hands.

Torekia paid them no mind, instead bending down to pick up a plasma soul, examining it carefully.

Lu Mingfei and the others knew exactly what the rats were eating. Whenever they had time, they would shoot the rats, unwilling for their corpses to be gnawed after death.

Each Fire Dragon Ant scattered across the area, along with the newly born ones, suddenly had a gleam in their eyes.

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With the special forces reacting instantly and quickly launching a barrage of suppressive fire, the counterattack by ten Foundation Establishment cultivators inflicted heavy losses on the special forces.

Moreover, letting soldiers experience the atmosphere of the new city helped them feel the purpose behind their fight.

But ever since the late emperor passed and the new ruler ascended, the only money he could get was his monthly salary. With the massive expenses of maintaining the army, there would come a day when the resources would run dry.

The old woman had just begun to speak when she suddenly screamed in agony. Blood gushed from her neck as she tore open her collar, revealing a terrifying wound. She, too, had been cursed with the Soul-Scattering Spell.

Kind words fell on deaf ears; in the end, it took a tiger’s roar to finally quiet the utterly distraught Lady Zeng.

Many, including Jinghong, worked tirelessly toward the goal of becoming a powerful superior deity.

Yet, deep in a bamboo grove, a tranquil spot housed a bamboo lodge.

Lan Jing hurriedly walked ahead of the attendant, and as she turned the corner, a sharp scream rang out, prompting her to look instinctively toward the sound.

Ni Lehui paused, realizing her parents’ bond was deep-rooted. What was she worried about? Did being together every day truly signify deep affection?

Amid the pursuit by hundreds of demonic cultivators, Blood Demon clan members frequently fell to the ground, perishing tragically. Throughout the Lightrock Star, Xiao Yu’s figure appeared everywhere, always followed by the Blood Demon clan hunting him.

Yang nodded repeatedly, having struggled for some time with how to speak to Lin Chu about the matter.

Having successfully formed his nascent soul, Mingdao’s future was bright. He had put aside trivial concerns, and now, as Lin Yi praised him, Mingdao knew exactly what was being referenced.

The noise grew louder, making it impossible to sleep, so she sat up abruptly, dressed, and went out the door.

Using the power of the martial arts community to wage a people's war, Director Mao could take credit if victorious and shift blame if defeated. It was a win-win, an excellent plan.

It turned out the two children had somehow arrived at Wang Hong’s side, each tugging at a corner of their father’s robe, half-dragging him toward this direction.

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The Demonic Zither floated between Chu Xiangyu’s knees, its deep, ink-black strings dancing elegantly beneath her slender fingers in the staggered flow of time and space.

He Qingfan looked at Gu Xunyi hopefully, genuinely considering returning to seek out Ban Ruoshui.

Xiang Qing was so passionately kissed by Lu Liye that she ignored her mother’s cries and the pounding at the door, focusing solely on Lu Liye’s embrace.

Soon, Nangong Han and Nangong Yu rose to drink enthusiastically, while only Wu Linna, seated beside Jiang Chengce, remained calm and composed, as though she had long trusted in Jiang Chengce.

I drew a sharp breath. The sculpture before me—was this truly the Peacock King, Lord of the Demon Realm?

The sudden turn of events left the formidable Liu Yan momentarily at a loss. Ahead, a young man in gray moon-watching training attire stood suspended in midair, not relying on battle aura wings for flight. Liu Yan realized he was using the lift of battle aura to remain airborne.

He spun around and found Hei Zai hiding behind him, eavesdropping, already wearing a mischievous grin.

“Yanyan…” Lan Zheyu was about to call out, but Long Yan strode away in high heels like the wind.

Before He Qingfan could look up, Guihai Yidao leapt forward, blade raised, aiming to strike him down in one blow.

—The Supreme Dao Scripture, a technique created by the Supreme Mystic Sect, is divided into nine volumes, hence also known as the Supreme Nine Scriptures.

By law, as a trainee detective, Ye Sun was indeed eligible to apply to visit the scene.

All these years, he had devoted himself to restoring his talent and reclaiming his genius status, but he wasn’t completely oblivious to the world. He had heard rumors that his fiancée intended to break off their engagement.

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