44. Talk with Him

[Wu Nai]: I've asked around. Their place is a converted hotel; as long as you spend money there, you can bring your own people in to help with massages.

Jiang Hao could not possibly reveal the truth about the Survival Simulator, so he had to casually make up an excuse to brush it off.

It took quite a while for Su Ruoxue to recover from her panic. "Why are you here?" she asked, looking up at the alluring face before her.

Yet precisely because of this, under Sett's consecutive, consequence-free outbursts, the Show Stopper managed to forcefully lift the Thousand-Buddhas' Summit and violently slam it into the ground.

But this was clearly only the beginning. Having grown accustomed to the recoil, Tanjiro puffed out his chest, and accompanied by the unleashing bullets, the demon's body was blasted to pieces, inch by inch.

He wondered if the Listening Bamboo Courtyard could hold all of that, having no idea that these were simply items Su Ruoxue was using for interior decoration.

Or perhaps the opponent's clone skill, much like his own Thorn Armor, possessed a certain degree of damage immunity.

At this moment, Han Man was exceptionally ferocious, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to his previous naive and foolish self. Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he let out a furious roar and charged straight toward the starving wolf.

Danzo could sense that Naruto was now utterly disillusioned with the so-called Will of Fire. Yet, while being utterly disillusioned, he simultaneously held a profound belief in the existence of the Will of Fire... or perhaps he held a much deeper perspective on the existence of ninjas, rather than being just a purely hot-blooded idiot like before.

Yet yesterday, she had just told him that he could apply for a serialization contract, and that if he wrote well enough, he might even make it to the popular recommendation list.

This undead could definitely rival a human powerhouse who had survived the fourth Heavenly Tribulation of the Profound Sovereign. Just what kind of monster was this Li Jiang?

Oddly enough, Ding Jia did not react too violently. In a trance, he recalled the time he saw Yu'er. Pondering over it carefully, it felt absurd, neither quite a dream nor reality, neither entirely false nor true. He recounted the events back and forth, inverted and repetitive, four or five times, yet Meng Ziqiu still listened in total bewilderment.

As he was about to face this axe-image spiritual energy attack, Wen Xin suddenly had a stray thought.

The club came down heavily, and the wet nurse let out a long sigh before falling completely silent. The club struck as if hitting a rotten sack of grain.

The Heavenly Connection Cliff Wall was actually one side of a special giant boulder. The students practiced facing it because countless generations of successful students had returned over the millennia to leave behind their personal comprehension and insights of the "Intent" carved into it, stroke by stroke and stance by stance.

Hearing this, the expressions of the Black Duke and the Ice Emperor both shifted slightly. They naturally saw through the ulterior motives of the other leaders, but since the other party was shouting slogans about upholding the alliance's prestige, even they found it difficult to refuse.

Had he been all alone, Jiang Guotao could have taken a bold gamble, fleeing on a dark and windy night to a place where no one knew him, and restarting his life. But now, having a wife and son meant having ties. How could he just pack up and leave without a care for the safety of his wife and child?

Though the door seemed not far away from them, it took Li Jiang and Fu Lie nearly half a day of flying just to reach it.

"Order Sun Yuanhua, Governor of Shanghai, and Lin Wanheng, President of the East China Sea Group, to procure two million shi of grain and transport it via the Yangtze River into the Han River bound for Lanzhou." Provisions in the Western Regions were scarce, and the army's rations had to be shipped from the Central Plains. The Ming army had only two hundred thousand troops stationed across the three provinces of the Western Regions, making them vulnerable to surprise attacks launched by the armies of three nations.

Bi Ning honestly ate his meat, while Duan Qin used her chopsticks to pick up an egg for Fan Ao. This time she did not say thank you, merely nodding slightly. Duan Qin gave Luo Tian a slightly reproachful look, and he hurriedly indicated his mistake.

"You... you are actually a remnant of the Dayan Dynasty?" Yin Hongyuan paid no mind to his own injuries, blurting out these words instead, which struck Yi Xuan's mind like a thunderclap.

Because during that period, Tang Zhihao met Tang Jiang and Leng Qi. It was because of them that Tang Zhihao managed to get through his high school years without turning into a bitter person full of malice toward the world, thanks to that damned adolescent delusional syndrome.

Although they were speaking in a dialect, Qin Yang could still understand what they were saying. He let out a cold snort—of all people to provoke, they just had to provoke them.

His heart was filled with doubts. It was impossible that she wasn't in; when Wu Yaoyao called him, he had specifically made sure to ask, and she had said she wouldn't be going out that afternoon.

In ancient times, there were mighty beings whose cultivation shook the heavens and the earth. There were many ways they passed down their cultivation heritage: some concealed it within their bloodlines, some passed down divine abilities and techniques, while others left behind tombs containing the magical treasures and spiritual elixirs they had collected throughout their lives, using these to temper future generations. Their methods varied endlessly.

Hearing this, Lu Qing nodded indifferently. After all, he wasn't learning the sword just to show off.

The reason behind this, it was said, was because a young disciple in the Jade Pool with heaven-defying cultivation aptitude had fallen victim to a secret assassination, leaving their fate unknown.

Looking at the deep red magical treasure resting before him, with spiritual energy faintly swirling around it, a sharp glint flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.

The ranking battle arena of Butterfly Flower Academy was named the "Butterfly Arena." Located at the summit of Butterfly Mountain—the main peak among the academy's three major mountains—it was not a peak with a narrow, pointed summit offering little standing room as one might typically imagine, but rather a completely flat expanse as wide as ten soccer fields.

Guwang smiled and gently closed his eyes. His six senses instantly expanded to fill the room, and then he made the tightly shut door of the room close even more securely.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Luoxi withdrew from the Fantasy Realm. "Fantasy Realm" was the name Luoxi had given to the space within the Heart of the Water God, signifying an illusory domain. From the moment she obtained the Heart of the Water God to her rebirth in another world, wasn't all of this as illusory as a dream?