Chapter 45

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The savage orc continued its onslaught, and the others arrived one after another to help me fend off its violent attacks. Fortunately, there were many of us, allowing us to hold our ground for the time being.

"Fine. If you won't go call her, I'll go myself." As he went to stand up, Zhong Lingyu signaled for him to sit back down, saying he would go inside to fetch her, though he couldn't guarantee she would actually come out.

"So, you are Tie Muyun? Hmph! You are truly naive to think you can stop me from breaking the seal. Long Kong, Liu Canfeng, Cao Yun, Xiao Chen, finish this battle at once!" Seeing Tie Muyun collapsed on the ground, Old Man Baicao let out a cold snort and roared toward the sky.

"No matter how difficult it is, I have to fight. It seems I have no way to escape. Very well, I shall test just how strong my true power is. I will subdue you; you are mine!" Clenching his fists, Tie Muyun stepped back, eyeing Jue Lang warily.

"Where are the Holy Master of the Jade Pool Sanctuary and the Sect Master of the Xiao Sect? Are they hiding like cowards in their sanctuary? What spineless turtles!" A voice full of contempt drifted down from the sky. The crowd looked up to see a man in black robes standing in the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at the Jade Pool Sanctuary with disdain.

The two men turned their heads in unison and saw Tai Fei approaching from behind.

He knew all too well that ever since Nalan Mingzhu arrived in Yanjing, she had been hailed as the flower of Yan University. The number of her suitors was like the crossing of a river—countless—including super-rich heirs, children of high-ranking officials, and even descendants of the great families of Yanjing.

The black radiance contained a terrifying power that seemed capable of suppressing all things. Even the world power released by the Dragon Pearl lost all movement under the weight of this suppression.

Luo Ping mentally cycled through these martial techniques, analyzing the variations between the moves, hoping to find a clever point of connection.

"Kill him first!" a Dark Emperor shouted. Several Dark Emperors near Xiao Yue immediately abandoned their current opponents and charged toward him.

With more talent joining the Taiping Dao, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao found that although Su Che had given them high positions, he had not granted them any real power due to their limited abilities.

Just then, she felt her body tilt, missed her footing, and felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

This battle was, without a doubt, a swift victory. They plundered over a hundred thousand households and seized countless gold, silver, treasures, food, and weapons.

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Although Baixiang Lake was called a lake, it was unimaginably vast. Because it was a dammed lake, the bottom was not flat but filled with accumulated mountain rocks and ancient timber.

In an instant, Master Lei felt as if he were surrounded by a vast army, with surging, overwhelming momentum sweeping toward him.

He imagined that with Li Zhao’s actions and his own righteous outspokenness, he would surely win the Emperor's favor and be granted an official title or nobility. No, nobility was too difficult; he didn't demand that. What he craved was for the Emperor to appoint him as a Scholar. Becoming a Scholar had become his obsession, one that no one could stop.

While Li Zhao ordered his men to incite Ying Bu and Zhang Han to defect, he also informed Prince Jiang Lu, asking him to keep an eye on the situation there.

"Good, be obedient." Fang Shao-han performed his signature head-pat, instantly causing Tang Meng-li to go soft all over.

This man was indeed clever; knowing he could not open the portal for time travel himself, he exploited the Emperor's desire for immortality to achieve it. The Emperor likely had no idea this was all a conspiracy by Lord Xiang.

"If it doesn't involve the company, do whatever you want, but if it involves the company, absolutely not!" Ling Feng glared, slamming his fist on the table in a fit of rage.

Even for physical documents that were kept secret and never uploaded to the internet, You Ming could obtain them through other means.

Every year during the Spring Festival, Chen Li's father would buy a few carp in advance and keep them in a large vat at home.

With Chen Li’s drinking capacity, beer at a nightclub was fine, but he knew he didn't have the stomach to compete with those "hardcore" drinkers of white liquor.

The Martial Arts Tournament was held on Hundred Flower Island. Li Qing had never been there before, but upon seeing it, he found the island quite curious.

President Pu was clearly more proactive this month; he was no longer obsessed with creation and meditation, but was instead busy directing every department.

However, the other Hashira were still somewhat dissatisfied that You Ming had snatched their kills.

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For those who have practiced martial arts for years, regardless of skill level, the basics remain the same. While everyone may have different styles, these are merely branches found after mastering the fundamentals—the core part that no one can bypass.

As for why the colors and styles were similar, it was likely as Gu Yuan said: she felt she and the other girl were alike.

Led by a Silent Priest, Digrat came to another sealed soul crystal coffin. He shoved the lid open to reveal a skinny figure that looked like a skeleton, yet possessed a thin layer of skin and flesh. The creature stared blankly with soul-fire eyes, observing its surroundings, seemingly unable to adapt to its new body.

But what had Wang Changqing said just now? He was worried about being betrayed? If so, that meant there was no powerful figure behind him.

The great hall was in ruins; giant pillars collapsed one after another, and massive stones crashed down from the ceiling. Li Zhichen grabbed the Master of the Heavenly Dragon Temple, took a leap, and bolted toward the outside of the hall.

Originally, he only wanted to accompany his sect's juniors to see if they could gain any benefits from Qi Ying, the quasi-saint son.

Even from thousands of miles away, Qi Ying could still feel the murderous atmosphere of the world through his spiritual connection—it was certainly not an environment where ordinary people or low-level cultivators could survive; there were definitely exotic beasts lurking within the glaciers and snow-capped mountains.

I had seen my master perform requiem rites many times, but most included information like the deceased's birth and death dates. At the very least, when my master performed the rites, the body was not yet buried and could still be seen.

Zhou Lin quickly pulled the phone away. Only after the person on the other end had finished their tirade did he put the phone back to his ear.

The words of Hermit Bu Yi echoed in his ears: this was the Deep Sea White Cold Coffin, which had the effect of nourishing the body and repairing the soul. Find an extremely cold place, place the coffin there, and keep Liu Yueyue inside for nine years.