Volume 1, Chapter 66: The Next Fu Mingchi

"Could it possibly be the one right next to him?"

As for its abilities, it possessed Advanced Night Combat, Ghost, Advanced Deadly Strike, and Soul-Devouring Strike—a total of four skills, most of which were passive.

Not only that, virtually everyone in the entire incense hall, save for him alone, had attained the realm of Internal Energy.

On the contrary, regional overlords like the Thunderstorm Tiger and other True Immortal-realm demon kings enjoyed widespread renown, ruling over their territories like local emperors.

"It's not that I want it, it's my father!" Chen Tieshan muttered. "Actually, I couldn't care less whether I belong to the main branch or a collateral branch of the Chen family; it's just that my father harbors a deep obsession with it! Ever since I was old enough to understand, he seemed to have groomed me as his sole hope for restoring our status as the direct line of the Chen clan's patriarch."

Back then, before the leader of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Cult became the supreme ruler, he had been the deputy leader of the Cult's Hengyang Branch. He shared the closest bond with the leader, having gone through life and death together and accomplished numerous extraordinary feats. Midway, the two even swore a blood oath as sworn brothers, getting along exceptionally well.

"Didn't you say you were heartbroken? You called me all the way here just to make a fool of me, didn't you!" Qin Yusheng felt an extraordinary sense of helplessness at this moment, casting a sidelong glance at her.

With these words, Sun Qian smiled, then purposely glanced at Tang Meiqin... Tang Meiqin nodded in resignation.

Returning to Wang Hao and his party after their trip back to the Immortal Court, Wang Hao first arranged accommodations for everyone before entering seclusion to fully assimilate Lingwei's pet system.

Believing the Songshan Sect to be a formidable backing, he relied on his glib tongue to gain entry into the sect. However, after joining, he seemed to have been forgotten by Wei Renyi. A prolonged period of mediocrity left him deeply unwilling to resign himself to his fate.

The Yellow Wind Demon swaggered in and swaggered out, forcing everyone to once again reassess their evaluation of Qi Tianshou.

In addition, Li Yang had implanted a control hub inside his brain, enabling him to command him to do anything. From then on, this creature capable of transforming into a monster would serve as a guard for the old estate, designated as Venom-One.

Because carrying out a surprise attack in such pitch-black darkness rendered cavalry—who relied on speed—not particularly useful, and furthermore, the deep snow concealed numerous depressions across the grassland, making it very easy to injure warhorses and cavalrymen, this became the prime moment for infantrymen to display their capabilities.

With that, he reached out and placed a hand on Xuanming's shoulder. Xuanming subconsciously took a step back, dodging his palm. Xuanming distinctly felt a trace of stiffness in Shangguan Hong's hand; it lingered in the air for a moment before he withdrew it awkwardly back beneath his cloak.

The first spoonful had just been fed, and before I even had a chance to catch my breath, another mouthful was passed over. It wasn't until the entire bowl of medicine had been fed that he finally released me with lingering reluctance.

Among them, there was no shortage of high-ranking officials and prominent merchants, as well as young scions of wealthy families.

"Panning for gold inside a volcanic cave? You really are a ruthless lunatic!" Zhao升 sighed in exclamation, looking at Chen Fan as if gazing at a monster.

That panic and fear stemmed from the heart of the now-grown Jinse. At this moment, that long-buried fear was like a fierce beast, eager to devour her the moment she let down her guard, plunging her into eternal damnation.

Witnessing such methods from Zilingtian, the pupils of the blue-robed man, Chang Kong, constricted violently. He knew that the person before him was beyond his ability to resist, and in an instant, an endless terror surged within his heart.

Thus, two million catties of iron were dumped all at once to replace the ships' ballast, stored right at the very bottom of the holds. This batch of iron would be fully sufficient to supply Jeju Island for two to three years—assuming the population on Jeju Island remained at its current scale, of course.