How old are you now?

Cao Liangse saw this and hurriedly handed over a silk handkerchief to cover her, while Yulan, startled, stepped forward to shield her.

Shen Yun and Qiluo exchanged a glance, and upon seeing Qiluo nod, they slowly followed Ruixi toward the backyard.

The myna spread its wings and flew into the room; as it passed the window, a faint shimmer burst forth from its body, and instantly, a porcelain vase on the table shattered with a crisp crack.

Ye Luhuan wiped away his tears. In truth, he was merely thinking of Ye San—the man who had traded his own life to secure Ye Luhuan’s dignity: his father.

With someone to lean on, Yu Miaomiao slept more soundly, her mouth twitching from time to time as if she were eating.

Soul-transference is the temporary relocation of a cultivator’s soul from their physical body into a vessel.

Once Shennong was invited in, he spoke not a word, immediately diagnosing the injuries of all the generals and providing on-site treatment without a moment’s delay.

They had to remember that the opposition was from the palace; to forcibly block them would be an act of defiance against an imperial decree, a transgression for which the Empress Dowager would not be forgiving.

Hu Wei remained seated behind his desk, watching Meng Fan and Dorje Palden with a sneer. In his eyes, these two were already dead men, for although he did not know what the National Martial Arts Rankings were, he was well aware of the terror of the Night Blade.

Letting him go was simply impossible; he had come specifically to take Xu Qianru away, and as long as he had not seen her, no amount of obstruction would matter.

Seeing this, those who had been clamoring about the poor art style suddenly found that they no longer cared, completely captivated by the convoluted plot.

The young chieftain snorted, swung the broadsword in his hand, and led his subordinates onto their snowboards, sliding down the slope like the wind and leaving a trail of furrows on the snow-white mountainside.

Though he pulled his hand back, his focus was not so easily withdrawn. This sequence was an ultimate visual feast; such special effects were fundamentally different from ordinary films, as they allowed the viewer to become immersed rather than presenting the fake, exaggerated effects seen elsewhere.

Bai Yuling said with a smile that the eighteen secondary Five-Elements world treasures had already been found, along with three foundations of the Five-Elements world; their resonance power was immense.

Although this nether-cavern was perilous, even if she only recovered half of her cultivation, there was no entity here that could stop her.

Second Life did not know if this change in his state of mind would hinder his practice of dark arts, but he could not stop himself—just as he could not stop himself from betraying his original self all those years ago to walk a path against the heavens.

Currently in the process of recovering his strength, as the ancestor of the Fierce Demon Spirits, his emergence signified the unification of all such spirits; even the King of Demon Spirits would bow to his command.

From the Battle of the Pupil Stone Trees in the Blood Moor to the total war against the Fallen Master, through the skirmishes in the Cold Plains, and finally the ambush in the Stony Field, the fact that the professionals had gone from an initial advantage to a state of constant retreat and inability to resist was proof of his continuous growth.

Ling Zhoutian’s fluctuating emotions slowly calmed down. The space seemed to change along with his state of mind; the scene before him turned pitch black once more, and after a while, a hole—a very, very deep hole—appeared.

Jiang Li did not feel any aversion to Li Hao’s words; perhaps Li Hao was speaking the truth, which, to him, could be considered a form of trust.

Some industries had to be sold off at low prices, but to her surprise, it went quite smoothly; Madam Ye felt both pained and fortunate.

Mo Fan was the first to jump into the water, and the others followed, one by one, clutching the rope. From then on, this subterranean river lost every trace of life; had Mo Fan not needed it in the future, perhaps no one would ever have discovered them.

The entire sky turned a fiery red, and that gate, which had yet to be opened, was instantly dissolved by Tong Tong’s phoenix flames.

"Boss, just tell us what we need to do," the brothers said in unison.

"Shuang'er pays her respects to the Old Madam," Tong Shuang said with a slight bow. Madam Ye smiled and asked her to sit, inquiring in detail about her daily life before finally broaching the real business.

While she was deep in thought, she suddenly felt the "Hunyuan Golden Dipper" in her pouch shift slightly; knowing that a living soul within had begun to manifest its tribulation, she could not help but feel excited and joyful.

Huang Feng was about to say it belonged to Junior Sister Ma, but when he caught Ma Qiaoqiao’s sharp gaze, he quickly changed his tune.

"Yes, I am your master now," the Maoshan Taoist said. He quickly tucked the gold leaves into his robes, thinking to himself that he must not lose them, and pressed down on them firmly to ensure they were secure.

In the forest, only the roaring flames illuminated a space less than thirty feet in diameter. Li Tianqi looked around, his vision limited, yet even so, Sister Qing'er had not returned.

Lin Yumeng withdrew her jade-like fist, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground, and turned to fly off the life-and-death stage, heading toward the lotus flowers.

"What?!" The entire tomb chamber erupted in chaos. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

I saw that the people appearing in front of us all had stiff postures, pale complexions, and hollow expressions. They exuded a bone-chilling cold, their arms outstretched, blocking my path forward with deathly finality.

Fang Heng laughed again, and in the next moment, he moved, directly plucking Luo Hongyan from the cloud of spiritual energy and bringing her down.

Various factions in Japan were greatly shocked, and all eyes turned toward the powerful emergence of the Great Ming Dynasty.

As he said this, he drew his bow once more, pulling it into a full moon, and another brilliant golden arrow coalesced.

Under the concerned gazes of the others, Xiang Shaofan’s back began to heal; the rotting wounds sloughed off, revealing the blood-red flesh beneath, followed by the growth of new granulation tissue and the appearance of fair skin. Moreover, the skin became even fairer than before. As he reached out to touch it, the Sword God grew even more intense.

"Jin Yongxing? Does Zhujian City have a merchant guild by that name?" Hearing the caravan claim they had nothing to do with the Ming army, the leader, Chen Nong, immediately puffed up with arrogance.

It was at this moment that Lin Tian, who was in front, came to a halt. More stone tablets had appeared before him, each one seeming to possess a soul, as if a terrifying, malevolent spirit resided within.

The Northern Barren Continent was purely a frozen land of eternal slumber. It was said that the remnants of the tribes that survived the various cataclysms of heaven and earth mostly hid in the depths of the Northern Barren Continent, eking out a meager existence; it was truly a lawless zone beyond the reach of any authority.

The Blood Ancestor was powerful and clearly an enemy, but at this moment, he still could not help but question the other party.

Hearing this from Du Ziliang, Song Yulong, who had been deep in thought while looking at the sky, turned his gaze, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared coldly into Du Ziliang’s eyes. He released the aura from his body without restraint, responding to Du Ziliang’s words from afar.

The sound of the wooden boards shattering could no longer be heard by the time it reached them, yet these people still felt their hearts tremble violently with the force of Yang Chong’s kick.