Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Power of Nascent Soul

To ensure the quality of the film, they stayed on set to supervise for over a week straight. After today's filming concluded, they also participated in the subsequent wrap-up work, which mostly involved filling in the dug trenches and other fortifications, as well as dismantling items left on the site that could not be left behind for future use.

Upon hearing this question, Tang Bingyu also looked at Zhou Zewen with curiosity. She knew that building a road in such an environment would entail enormous costs—at least over half a million. Although her family was wealthy, she figured neither of her parents would agree to make such an investment with zero return afterwards.

Ji Zheng was amused, as if the two of them were so much better than Ji Jingxi. Strictly speaking in terms of orthodox lineage, wouldn't that mean they should restore the deposed crown prince Ji Gui?

Zhao Tianyu responded softly with a hum, suddenly taking a step forward. A pair of surgical scissors hidden within his sleeve slid into his hand, and he thrust them toward Ye Xiao.

In fact, the anomalies and arguments happening here had long since drawn the attention of the Flying Star Sect Master and the senior elders. However, they had remained silent the whole time without expressing any stance.

Bai Yunfei glanced at Xu Lin, who immediately shut his mouth. This Senior Brother Bai was no ordinary person; he was an extremely low-key yet formidable presence who should not be offended lightly.

"The most infuriating thing is that under the same roof, I hadn't the slightest clue when the two of them turned from enemies into friends, and they've already progressed to the point of marriage talks," Zhu Chengkai complained in distress. Zhu Chengkai was currently trapped in the helpless awkwardness of "I treat you as a friend, but you are about to become my uncle."

Yet at thirty, she seemed to understand the game rules of this circle overnight, navigating through them with ease while remaining aloof from worldly affairs. She knew she wanted to be famous, at all costs, and thus she lived life on her own terms—without regret, without backing down, and without discouragement. Nothing could defeat her or hurt her.

The countless cultivators who followed along had tear-filled eyes, a sour ache in their hearts, and an indescribable sense of sorrow. The Dragon Heavenly Emperor, who had time and again defended the Primordial Universe, ultimately ended up in such a desolate place to lay his grave.

The only fortunate thing was that the sect master was in his prime, so there was no need to worry about the succession of the next sect master for the time being.

You already spent money to make a clean break with them, and yet you still invite them for a cup of water or wine—doesn't that just amount to provoking the other party?

Cut it out. Having known me for so long, don't you even realize that this is what you call "laboring in vain"?

The warm sunshine shone upon me, dispersing the chill of the night and warming my body considerably. I took off my heavyweight mountaineering jacket, leaving on only a long-sleeved shirt.

Finally, after Fu Yuqing was sent to the temple, he decided he could wait no longer and began plotting the matter of Noble Consort Hua's ghost fetus.

Tao Nianyao and Gao Tian were both injured, though fortunately neither of their injuries was too severe. After being treated by the medical staff, they were out of danger. However, they definitely wouldn't be able to participate in tomorrow's Dingling operation, and they kept expressing their deep regret.

Although it was unclear what Li Huai had done to Fatty back then, I could tell simply from Fatty's expression that he truly loathed Li Huai. It seemed today was a good time to help Fatty vent his anger.

At the thought of this, I touched the Xuanyuan Sword at my waist. The divine artifact's golden light flickered faintly, as if sharing a tacit understanding with my thoughts.

Qing Chi's appearance was naturally endearing, and every sweet "Grandmaster" she called out put Jiang Xichuan in a wonderful mood.

Regardless of what happened, the only move I could use next was my final sword strike. If I failed to kill him, the situation we had painstakingly managed to turn around would completely collapse.

"Stop acting all pleased with yourself here. Do you plan to stay here for the rest of your life?" Su Yun said, sitting on the other side of the bed.

As soon as this news broke, those who had sold their shares began to regret it. However, there are no regrets in this world.

Zhuang Yiman chuckled for a moment before gradually stopping her laughter. Her originally fair cheeks were tinged with a soft, pale pink from the exertion of laughing, making her delicate face as pretty as newly bloomed peach blossoms.

Although the moves did not produce a loud noise, they generated immense pressure, slicing the clouds in the sky cleanly in half.

"Bring it on!" Xiao Yuan glanced at Feng Junchi, seemingly encouraged, and raised his head to accept the challenge.

"Hmm. Let me consider it! Is there anything else you want to say?" Su Chen pondered for a moment, looking calmly at Wang Heng before him.

The sound coming from the distance made everyone's heart skip a beat. Before they could stop it, they heard the sound of a coffin lid hitting the ground.

Undergoing tribulation naturally could not be done within one's own sect's grounds, otherwise, if one's own mountain gates were blasted to pieces, there would be nowhere to seek recourse. After a brief consideration, Luo Jun decided to head to Rotten Peach Mountain.

Leaning against Ning Zhou's chest and listening to his steady heartbeat, Gu Xinrui felt more panicked than ever before.

In merely a fraction of a moment, a mutant lightning falcon was struck by over fifty bolts of green light. Suddenly, it let out a clear, piercing cry into the heavens, and the surrounding void and cosmic vital energy surged violently, rushing into its body.

"Then, Master, where is that senior brother named Lin Fangcheng now? Also, why was he able to obtain a soul weapon? Weren't soul weapons said to be extremely rare, with only thirty-six of them in existence?" Meng Tu suddenly recalled what Lei Sheng had previously mentioned—that Lin Fangcheng had defeated Jun Wuhai using a soul weapon—and could not help but ask.

Vengeance could be taken slowly, step by step. However, the knot in Lin Wu's heart was gradually untying itself.

Yang Ke pursued the path of the steel gun, adopting a purely aggressive charging style. His mindset for this kind of play was remarkably upbeat and great, but no matter how good one's marksmanship was, it required footwork to match. Therefore, Wang Heng had Yang Ke learn simple and effective alphabet-based footwork, such as the I-slide, the L-step, and the O-shaped circling step.

Had they not known that all the forces within the mayor's residence had been reined in and remained heavily guarded, ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment...