29 Craving

Fortunately, they were wearing the cloth shoes typical of Taoist priests; otherwise, I suspect they would have kicked me to death.

The fire scorched Xiao Daoyun for an entire night. Gradually, he felt the spiritual energy used to temper his body returning, and once his sea of energy and the postnatal vortex had absorbed enough external energy to reach saturation, they calmed down.

Over seventy young martial artists from Gusu Royal City became disciples of the Outer Court of the Academy of Scholars, as did over eighty from Qingli County and over seventy from Jinli County.

Everyone watched as a line of figures slowly flew in from the distance, numbering over five hundred. They traveled in pairs, with a set distance between each pair—presumably the exact point where their divine senses could intersect.

It made my scalp tingle. Even a mayor in my country wouldn’t receive such treatment. Without thinking, I found myself clicking my tongue in amazement.

Suddenly, an extremely pure burst of spiritual energy wafted from the jade box, which contained a crystal shimmering with golden light.

Composing himself, Yu Zeshui took two quick steps, but before his third step could land, a loud shout from above startled him, causing him to jump into the air.

And so, the group of twenty or so continued their journey, pushing deeper into the Ghost Emperor Mountain Range.

"What do you think, my lady?" The Ghost King, for reasons unknown, wanted to know. He shifted into a comfortable position, lying flat on the bed, and pressed Jiang Yihan against his chest so she could hear his heartbeat.

Lu Yu stepped onto it. The familiar scent, the familiar style—he knew exactly what it was without needing to think. It was one of two sets of clothes he had made himself while injured. Weiwei was wearing one, and she had actually kept the other.

"If I cannot fill the court with righteous men, then I shall fill the courtyard!" This was Pei Shu’s initial resolve.

After Lan Mi finished speaking, she ignored the two terrified girls. Delaying any longer might mean more girls would suffer. By the time Lan Mi reached a spot ten miles away, a dozen evil cultivators had already abducted five girls and were preparing to assault them in the open.

At this moment, in the Sheriff’s office, Rorschach could not immediately depart for the monastery due to the matter of the scimitar, so he had to ask Agent Coulson to help investigate first.

"Hurry, hurry... Zhenzhen, the Night Cauldron Club’s evening show starts at seven, and we’re already halfway through. It’s a good thing we’re coming in through the back door; at least we gave them a heads-up about being late."

He simply raised his arms to pull her delicate body into his embrace, holding her gently.

Even if he passed on all his profound swordsmanship to him, he could not guarantee that the man would teach him the path to immortality.

From then on, between cultivation and learning craftsmanship, Lan Mi became even busier. The original owner would have memories of the skills she was currently learning, and Lan Mi felt deep sympathy for her, hoping she would return to live a good life.

"Your Majesty, the Tibetans have abducted many people from the Tang Dynasty, including those skilled in casting. Should we...?" Liu Chongwang suggested with a sinister glint in his eyes.

Perhaps because they feared the status of classmate Yu Xiaomin, no one dared to speak up or reveal the truth.

He actually found it hard to understand why, in the music industry, anyone with even a modicum of achievement was called "Teacher," especially those appearing on television programs.

After speaking, he stood up, looked at Dujuan, cast a wicked smile with a wink, and walked out of Jin'er’s bedroom.

"Here is the cheesecake and lime juice you ordered!" The waiter slammed the plate down on the table.

After killing everyone, he began to head toward the next location provided by Feng Qiqi. Upon arriving at the second stronghold, he found it identical to the first and used the same method to dispose of them easily.

Whenever members of the underworld mentioned Liang Pingyu, they would always sigh: "A man of heroic righteousness, but alas, a short life."

The crowd brought out various weapons, hidden projectiles, and medicinal pills to trade. The Weishan Sect provided service on the side, with disciples holding lanterns to illuminate the entire martial arts arena.

The Divine Guardian remained loyally in front, preventing them from drawing near. With a shift of his mind, Nicholas dispelled the magic, and they vanished instantly.

As soon as Liu Xueqi made the call, Xia Jie answered promptly. After hearing the situation, she promised to come handle it personally.

Her expression was so obvious that even someone who didn’t know Chang Shenghua or the details could see it: she was displeased that Madam Fu was using Ning Shaoming as a target to draw fire.

In one gulp, five or six armed police were swallowed whole, not even having time to scream before meeting their end in the snake’s belly.

Not to mention, this Commander of the Imperial Guard was the only surviving blood relative of the late Grand Marshal and Marquis of Guanjun, and the heir to the Marquis’s legacy.

Since the Shandong delegation was not departing for another ten days, Zhong Nan took the opportunity to visit Shi Changting and other key military and political officials of Shandong. In the following days, he fell into a state of idleness. After thinking it over, since there was nothing important to do, he decided to wander around Jinan Prefecture; perhaps he might find traces of Qiuxiang.

Lang Xiaoyue fell silent. No matter how much he loathed Beiming Hanxuan, what he said was true. In the position of an emperor, the word "freedom" is more luxurious than gold or jewels. Moreover, once one sits on that throne, while it is easy to step down, the burdens one must carry are too great—for instance, Ran'er.

It occurred to him that in these ancient times, the one thing that never went out of style was the brothel. And who were the regulars there? The powerful and the wealthy. When their desires swelled and their pockets were full, that was where they went to indulge themselves.

None of the guest participants expected such an outcome—that they would actually lose to an internet celebrity.

"Actually, you could have waited for me to control the target before unloading your attacks; there was no need to rush. This match is not lost yet!" Ji Han said calmly, radiating peerless confidence. At least until now, the match felt that way to him; he felt no sense of crisis.

The temperature in the surrounding area did not rise, which proved that the creature had not left; it was simply waiting for the next opportunity.

Seeing this turn of events, Lü Tianming’s face changed drastically. If his Xuanyuan Arrow were taken away by this monster, it would be a loss that outweighed any gain.