Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Protagonist Advances to the Golden Core Stage

A flash of ridicule flickered in Director Ren’s eyes and was gone; this Leng Shaoyin thought highly of himself, yet compared to Leng Shaochen, he still fell far short.

In the third year of Xinwu, since the beginning of summer, the war in Jiangbei had grown ever more intense. Lu Xiao had carelessly lost Yuzhou. Only when he came to his senses did he lead his troops in a counterattack against Yuzhou City. He Ze held the city with desperate resolve, and for months, neither side could claim victory.

Her heart was stifled, aching for a cry. She would be leaving this city for a long while—a span so uncertain that she herself did not know when she might return.

This was the first impression many people had upon seeing Liu Shiyue; numerous disciples’ eyes lit up, and they couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

When Nightshade opened his eyes again, “Yun’er” was actually standing behind him, demurely massaging his shoulders and pounding his back.

Even when the team trailed by eight points, Yiyang still chose to provoke the opponent. In Boheim’s eyes, this was a sign that Yiyang didn’t sufficiently respect others.

“Thunderstorm, you will die today!” The Saint of Voodoo Ridge had already gone mad, his eyes red as blood, and a swarm of venomous insects erupted from his hands, enveloping the Berserk Heavenly King.

Her long hair flowed naturally down to her waist, and her drug-laden eyes were veiled with a mist, making her appear even more enchanting.

Ghosts are the continuation of human energy after death, also called “spirit people,” just as the living can be called “pre-ghosts.”

At that moment, Luo Xuan merged the Buddhist technique of the Great Sorrowful Heavenly Wheel with the killing force of the Universal Steel Energy, annihilating seventeen Bhrama Fierce Monks in a single stroke.

Zheng Han was genuinely grateful for Cao Yue’s thoughtfulness; she knew she was drunk, but in the end, she couldn’t control her body and drifted off in a daze. When she woke, she found herself in bed, her sweater and long johns all removed.

“I just bought a set of sheer lingerie. Want me to try it on for you later, give your eyes a treat?” Nie Qing looked at Cao Yue with sultry eyes, barely suppressing her laughter.

On the battlefield, without medicine, severely wounded soldiers faced certain death.

Even Fang Binbin, one of the main characters, performed cooperatively before the camera. His scenes with Cao Yue were well shot, making the protagonist, played by Cao Yue, shine brilliantly by contrast.

Each question Lei Zhan asked made Lei Ming’s expression more determined; by the last, the sharpness returned to Lei Ming’s eagle-like eyes, brimming with fighting spirit. He had conquered himself, overcome his fears.

“I can barely sell enough myself, and now you want me to set aside a portion for you to sell? I’m only taking seventy percent of the profit—that’s already a concession. If you’re still not satisfied, there’s nothing more I can do.” Gao Fei spread his hands and shrugged, looking quite helpless.

“You…” Fang Tiansen’s face changed dramatically. He hadn’t expected Gao Fei to actually discover it… Now he was in trouble… The spirit stone mine must never be leaked.

Zhao Hao reached out and accepted, finding an ordinary wooden token in his hand. Although it looked plain, he could sense the restriction sealed within. He immediately put the token away, greeted Master Bodhi, and withdrew.

The two of them charged at each other in an instant, each throwing a punch. With two explosive bangs, neither retreated; instead, they engaged in fierce combat, exchanging blows that shattered the earth, each punch carrying nearly ten thousand pounds of force.

If he wished to open the Journey to the West plane, his power must surpass everyone there. But Zhao Hao’s strength had already reached the full Immortal level; with one more step, he would ascend to the Supreme Immortal of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Then, he could strive towards the Half-Sage.

At this moment, the Ice Wolf Spider regained its immense former body. It opened its bloody maw, devouring the floating ice blocks in mid-air, swallowing the pearls inside whole with relish—a sight that made those averse to cold feel a pang of discomfort.

Perhaps it was because of his abnormal state—he knew there was fire burning beneath him, yet the pain wasn’t intense, still within his endurance.

It really seems that people of low status in ancient times had no rights; you couldn’t offend anyone on the left or the right. Say the wrong thing and your box lunch was ready—just walk over and claim it.

“Qi divides into yin and yang; yang is heaven, yin is earth, united as one sword to mend the heavens.” In Jiang Dongyu’s body, a mysterious force seemed guided, bursting forth at his two fingers in a radiance that eclipsed sun and moon. A sword beam shot out, melting the ice prison—yet when he looked, there was nothing there.

“Uh…” Ye Yi gave an awkward smile, realizing he’d misunderstood. In the family, though his second uncle treated him like a son, he was too strict, often correcting his mistakes. Ye Yi knew his uncle meant well, but he still regarded him with awe.

She closed her eyes, steadying her surging emotions. Gong Wuxie moved behind Yun Zijin, reaching out to massage her temples and ease her taut nerves.

Lu Zhao reached out and seized her, gripping Li Erdiao’s delicate neck.

Leng Yan didn’t argue. He simply handed the “Yangxian Orchid” to Mu Qiu, preparing to leave. Yet his expression remained as calm as ever, leaving Mu Qiu uneasy, unable to read his thoughts.

When the Ice Emperor stepped slowly out from the glacier, Yang Hao felt like prey caught in a predator’s gaze, completely unable to resist. His body refused to obey, frozen rigid where he stood.

“Ordinary people’s vitality is too weak, and their requirements for food and water are high. That’s a problem. When you get back, have Duan Tianxing handle it. He’s so ambitious—he can’t just talk big; he must have a solution.”

“If you don’t want to say, that’s fine. I won’t force you,” Jin Ji said kindly, seeing the awkwardness of the long-haired man.

Laitz threw himself with all his might, diving sideways, but even so, he couldn’t keep up with the ball’s speed. His reaction was just a hair too slow. The football slammed into the net.

“Remember, if anyone comes looking for me, and if there’s anything else, I’ll let you know.” As Wu Kai spoke, he headed toward the room’s door.

The new abilities gained after reaching the advanced ability domain were certainly important, but the various derivative abilities could not be overlooked either; they often provided auxiliary effects, bringing the new abilities to perfect optimization.

In the distant sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared. After a morning of tension, the storm finally broke. Over the East Sea, thunder merged with the sound of the tides, torrential rain linked with great waves, as if the entire sea had been upended into the sky. Bolts of lightning, like swords, tore through the curtain of clouds and water, their power utterly terrifying.

Bubble slapped his forehead painfully—of the thirteen blue vine fruits, only three were left. He could only blame himself for not recognizing their value.