Chapter 46

"Shh, let's just keep this to ourselves and not spread it." If word got out, it wouldn't do the Quiet Purity Garden any favors.
"Hi! Hello, my name is Kyousuke Kosaka." The second player stepped onto the stage, looking a bit shy yet eager to try.
Dong Xingwang couldn't help glancing at Yang Yuhan, but Yang Yuhan never once looked back at him.
Hearing the master of the Cheng family put it that way, Cheng Youxia felt a strange sensation in her heart. Could this even be considered a good thing? Wasn't that a rather peculiar way to put it?
Upon seeing this, the bald sea monster did not dodge or evade. It clenched its fists and directly smashed them toward the incoming rubble!
Pikachu, struck by the millions of tons of shockwave, flew backward like a kite with a severed string. Xerneas, meanwhile, stood in place as the antlers upon its head once more began to glow with a brownish radiance.
The two speakers were none other than Broly and Megumi Tadokoro, who had stepped out of the villa after finishing breakfast to begin planting vegetables and fruits. However, the former was only responsible for visual labor—commonly known as talking—with his main job being basking in the sun on the side, while the latter did the actual, hands-on farming.
Those within the palace of the Fiore family looked up in horror at the sky above, having naturally heard every word Tang Zheng had uttered.
Wrinkling her delicate nose at the remark, Alice said nothing further, turned around, and walked back toward her molecular machines.
Like a soulless wooden figurine, Ye Yaochi numbly accepted the imperial edict from Eunuch Qiao. As the edict rested in her hands, she felt as though she were holding a burning hot coal. Her hands burned with an intense pain, a pain that made her tremble uncontrollably. She longed to tear the edict into shreds and cast them away, yet she lacked the courage and boldness to do so.
Chen Yun cast a suspicious glance at Ling Feng. Because Ling Feng was facing away from him, he could not catch any of his expressions or movements. Seeing that Ling Feng remained silent for a long time, he did not dare to interrupt casually and could only wait quietly.
Another spirit-storage ring appeared in Wu Xiaohen's hand, and the dozens of jade bottles floating in the air were instantly drawn into it. At the same time, a drop of fresh blood peeled itself automatically from Wu Yuxuan's finger and made contact with the spirit-storage ring.
"If it were me, I would have run away long ago. Why bother trying to figure out who's stronger with the opponent? You'd be lucky not to lose your life in the process." Lin Yan muttered, pouting from behind the meteorite.
For he was well aware of Ma San's strength—a genuine practitioner of the eighth heaven of the Mortal Shedding realm. While that might amount to nothing within the three major clans of Heavenly Emperor City, in other strata of the city, such strength was more than enough for Ma San to live a respectable and flourishing life.
Lin Yan was truly furious. Mei Jiangxue's haggard complexion and listless expression both clearly indicated that she had been imprisoned by Tianxuan for quite some time.
Although her voice trembled from the cold, it did not detract from the sincerity of the emotion she conveyed.
By the time she finished speaking, the prescription was also written. The handwriting was neat, elegant, and possessed a carefree fluidity—truly writing that reflected the person.
In Shang Qi's despairing eyes, a trace of life finally flickered. At that moment, the ward door suddenly pushed open. Yao Minzhi walked in. Seeing her son embracing Shang Qi, her expression instantly turned exceptionally ugly.
Elder He was his benefactor, and deep down he hoped nothing would happen to the descendants of the He family. He had intended to ask calmly, but being stirred up by He Liuyang's tone, his temper inevitably flared up.
Wuneng dismissed Wujing, stepped out of the courtyard, and after pretending to walk a short distance ahead, he turned back upon seeing no one around. Crouching down stealthily, he took a detour toward the palace.
Moreover, if an Innate-level expert were truly determined to kill and slaughtered dozens of people a day, let alone a year or a month, in just over ten days they could grind down every single member of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
Summer frowned. The Heaven-Swallowing Urn was connected to his very soul, and perhaps this was the source of that wordless sense of heavy pressure. Without hesitation, he summoned the Kan Water Cauldron.
Thinking along these lines, he grew somewhat resentful of the Yin-Yang Taoist. Having lived for so many years, he had actually been played around with in the palm of someone else's hand.
"What? What is Diao Chen afraid of?" I looked at Gao Gan, endlessly curious, as it seemed I had never seen Diao Chen afraid of anything. If I knew what scared him, wouldn't that give me one more bargaining chip?
Now Xie Hongnian was demanding the return of the Jade Pure Bottle, but in reality, the bottle had not been fully refined yet. After all, Summer had fallen unconscious from severe injuries at the time, and this tiny bit of progress had only been achieved through the inadvertent refinement of the Leaving Fire Cauldron.
Gently opening her eyes to look at that focused expression, Mimi closed her eyes once more, returning his kiss with a slight clumsiness. Her unpolished kissing technique only served to further ignite Yu Han's desire. Sweeping her up into his arms, he didn't even bother to walk, directly teleporting straight to the bedroom in the villa.
"All right, time is almost up. This concludes the press conference. Thank you all reporters for coming!" Seizing the opportune moment to wrap things up, the host immediately stepped forward to announce.
"Big, big, big..." Everyone had placed their bets on 'Big', shouting at the top of their lungs with strained voices. Cold sweat beaded profusely on the dealer's tense face. If Xiang Lai won this round as well, he would have won fifteen thousand silver taels right out of her hands. If her master ever found out, she would surely be beheaded in an instant!
The aura of slaughter enveloped half of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, a grand array rivaling the central battlefield of Luohu and Hongjun.
Even if foundation-level experts were employed as messengers, it would still take a considerable amount of time to notify every single race throughout the entire mysterious realm.
With that, the Nine-Tailed Sovereign instantly unleashed a powerful domain of force, firmly trapping Yang Fan and the other two within its grip.
Recalling his own divine bravery in the dream—actually taking the lead to charge into that oversized iron coffin to suppress a monster—he had no idea what was going through his mind in that dream.
"All individuals above level ten, report to the enlistment office to fill out your information!" Commander Bernie roared loudly.