Volume 1, Chapter 65: Joint Donation

Yang Tian saw Tian Fu, who was anxiously running back and forth, inspecting various instruments and equipment.

As for the dice rolls he had perceived, that was an absolute, undeniable fact! Viewed this way, he did not possess clairvoyance; rather, it was a form of super-perception! Only when his concentration was focused intensely on a single point could he genuinely and vividly feel it, as if he were right there in the scene.

"Take them back into custody!" Daoist Gongchang stared blankly at the river's surface for a moment, then commanded the surrounding Daoist priests. "Understood!" Immediately, the surrounding Daoist priests swarmed forward, shoving and pushing them along.

As the mastermind behind these wondrous transformations, Ba Jiuwen naturally perceived them as well. His dormant heart flickered with hope, yet this also heralded both the end of an era and the dawn of a new one.

Leaders like Ma Lisheng endlessly recited such remarks simply to amuse everyone and lighten the mood, did they not?

Ao Tianqi flatly refused to believe it. He instantly turned around to look behind him, and upon doing so, he was momentarily stunned. Weren't those his princess consort and her maid? He wondered why they suddenly had the leisurely mood to stroll about in a place like this.

As I ran forward, I skipped, jumped, and cheered with jubilation. Brother Monkey remarked that whenever I saw flat ground, it was as if I were seeing my own birth parents, and Brother Sand praised my dancing posture as quite fetching. To be honest, though, Brother Monkey and Brother Sand actually looked even more excited than old pig I; they were simply better at concealing it.

Right where the gaze of the divine spirit converged, the beam of light was obstructed, and a ripple-like phenomenon suddenly dispersed. Then, with a series of muffled booms—*boom, boom, boom*—it erupted.

However, Li Xu was largely driven by the desire to instigate a bloody conflict between the Green Dragon Society and the Black Dragon Society. The reason Li Xu dared to blatantly assassinate Boss Wang of the Black Dragon Society's Xuanwu Branch was not because he had gone mad with a death wish, determined to make one final rampage just to drag a crowd down with him into the grave.

Brother Sand had searched repeatedly but failed to find his former dwelling on the shore—a mountain cave. Judging by the circumstances, it had apparently been "obliterated" by the people of some unknown dynasty.

Meanwhile, the wretched-looking man beside him said to Gu Wanhai, "Master, I'm going up now, hehe." Without waiting for Gu Wanhai to reply, he stepped forward with peculiar, uncanny footwork and ascended.

I, Liu Mu, burned Buddhist bones and melted down goodness knows how many Buddha statues, yet has anyone ever heard of the four northern counties of Chang'an suffering from a severe drought? Heavenly retribution? What utter, damned nonsense! Heaven is simply Heaven, and the Son of Heaven is the Sage, ruling the realm on behalf of Heaven. If there is any retribution, it can only be the retribution of the Sage.

While she was lost in idle thoughts, the blanket was suddenly yanked away, and a voice—familiar to the point of being detestable, and precisely the one she least wanted to hear right now—drew close to Ming Shiyun's ear.

Yan Zhengxi was trembling all over, and the arms wrapped around her shook so violently that he could hardly hold her tightly.

The deep blue entity emitted a roar that shook the heavens and shattered the earth, and subsequently leaped entirely out of the ocean, meeting the death character gleaming with pure white light.

Shortly after finishing dinner, the old lady sat on the sofa watching television, and Jian Tingting accompanied her, in high spirits.

With a crisp "clang," the martial arts tournament was officially declared open. Lin Feng did not rush to make a move; instead, he observed Zhu Zhongyu. Zhu Zhongyu smiled and summoned his sword. The blade was engraved with delicate bamboo leaf patterns, casting a faint green glow and exuding a refreshing, subtle fragrance. This sword was named—Green Leaf.

The atmosphere grew tense and rigid for a moment. The Empress Dowager simply sipped her tea in silence, and since the Emperor said nothing, who else dared to utter a word? The situation was glaringly obvious; a single wrong word could drag one into the mire, and worse, make one a scapegoat.

Xiao Ran immediately released his unique domain technique. Due to the effect of sacrificing oneself for righteousness, his internal energy involuntarily surged to its absolute limit.

"This is no business of yours." Ye Zhiyuan did not raise his eyes to look at him, his naked gaze fixed unwaveringly upon Zhou Xuan.

"I've got a way." Gouwa scurried out in a flurry, and shortly afterward, returned from the mess hall hauling a giant wok along with a rolling pin.

When it came time to settle the bill, the restaurant proprietor flatly refused to accept any payment, claiming it was their treat for the Martial Sage.

A bitter trace tugged at the corners of Ye Feng's mouth. He had considered all of this long ago. However, the Maple Snow Sword had only been forged today; no matter how eager he was to return prior to this, there was simply no way.

Following a night of frantic bustle to welcome the Great General back to the city, everyone finally began to rest at this hour, and Jingdu returned to the profound quietude it had known since the onset of the polar night.

Zhongli Shuo suddenly felt a sense of utter chaos. These matters piled together gave him a splitting headache. Yet, for the time being, he could not conceive of any other possibilities. He might as well wait until tomorrow to consult with his mother before making a final decision.

In the past, I only knew him to be cold and manipulative. Now I discovered that his silver-tongued flattery was equally formidable. I turned my back, refusing to look at that beaming, radiant face, and let out a soft huff.

Old Niu opened the door ahead; everything seemed clear, and seven figures had just vanished into the night when the alarm throughout the entire camp blared.

"Since you two are his friends, help Grandfather win him over. It would be best to firmly anchor him to our side," Old Tian said. "His strength is already a match for those in the ancient martial arts world. If a real conflict breaks out, we will need him."

"Brother Guodong, how on earth did you spot them?" Gouwa had held back his curiosity all the way, dying to ask赵 Guodong.

During the summer vacation, Zhao Hui frequently practiced the electronic organ in her spare time, focusing primarily on the pieces for the upcoming ensemble performance.

Old Sun's wild bragging actually hit quite close to the mark; the divine fetus had originally been prepared for me, but I had refused it. Having refused it meant that I could never merge with it as one; the true Dragon Supreme was none other than Lin Feng alone.

He exchanged a tacit understanding glance with Song Mingyi, their expressions growing even more complicated, as they walked into the office one after another following Ling Luoxi and Dick.