Volume 1, Chapter 61: Male Model Airport Pickup

Sudden exposure to light after the darkness left Nie Xingyan's eyes slightly unaccustomed.
She blinked a few times, squinting, and asked confusedly, "What's wrong?"
The flight attendant's smile deepened. "Ms. Nie, your business class upgrade has been processed. Please follow me."
Nie Xingyan raised an eyebrow slightly, her body remaining still. "There must be some mistake. I didn't request a cabin upgrade."
Once all the other top masters of the Mount Hua Sword Alliance were dead, who could possibly object to him becoming the leader of the Alliance, or even the sole master of the Five Great Sword Sects?
"Elder Pang is too polite. Please forgive my sudden visit," Tang Feng replied with a smile, responding sincerely.
"How could that be? I still live in Hepu Village. This residence used to be a martial arts hall. I liked it, so I bought it." Sang Luo made no attempt to hide anything from Lord Pu.
"Did neither Elder Wu nor Elder Zhou know your identity?" Seemingly out of nowhere, Yin Feng asked such a question, appearing quite abrupt.
Yin Feng knew that with the death of Han Gu, some of his emotions had completely separated from the soul orb. As for the blue soul orb being extracted from Han Gu's body, the reason it hadn't dissipated was likely due to the phantom of the door held within his palm.
The group was forced onto the van at the rear, speeding away from the scene under the escort of three police vehicles.
A slightly plump disciple at the fourth tier of the Foundation Establishment realm felt his curiosity growing heavier by the second, and immediately turned to say to a similarly plump disciple beside him.
Faced with the drastically out-of-character Chieftain Thrall, Kikai's brain felt as though it had been struck by Tyrande's [Frost Nova], freezing his thoughts and halting all cognitive function.
At this, Yuan Yi could no longer sit still. Of course he knew that their Yuan family was currently flourishing at the height of its power and wealth, but all that prosperity rested entirely upon his uncle Yuan Wei alone. If the opposition wanted to move against their Yuan family, they only needed to eliminate his uncle.
The caster attempted to infuse the condensed arcane energy with the ice-elemental "Glacial Essence," solidifying the arcane energy into tangible ice threads and launching them into the air. Because ice threads could not rapidly condense into offensive icicles like ice arrows, but instead progressively released and elongated into lines, this was also known as [Ice Thread Technique].
The ancient sound of a bell drifted from afar, striking her heart with every chime. Before stepping through the palace gates, she took a deep breath.
On his forehead, there were even claw marks from fingernails, making him look rather disheveled.
The question Cheng Yiyi wanted to ask was cut off in advance. She curled her lips, forked a piece of the cured meat into her mouth, and chewed slowly.
Fortunately, the scorpion father's back shell was relatively sturdy. It crawled up from the ground, raised its two pincers, lifted its stinger, and charged toward the attacker.
That figure upon the throne appeared once more and said to Li Chunfeng, "Congratulations, you have mastered the method to step into the thirteenth realm. The inner strength I left inside your body shall serve as your reward." Following that, the figure vanished.
At this, the azure-robed snake spirit sighed softly. As she looked toward the direction where the fiend had broken its seal, her expression still held a lingering trace of fear.
Moreover, in Chen Wei's mind, a mere Buddha fruit status was simply far from satisfying his desires.
Besides, Ye Jin himself was a cultivation novice who usually paid no attention to such matters, and he had no idea what a genius was supposed to be like. Nor was there any other cultivator around to serve as a benchmark for him to compare his own strength against.
Although it was currently the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, in this remote and desolate borderland far from the emperor's reach, evil was inevitably bound to breed.
Subsequently, Chen Wei led the White Bone Spirit and the azure-robed snake spirit, heading straight in the direction of the royal palace.
The stableman hurriedly unhooked a massive ring of keys from his waist, unlocked the heavy padlock on the door, and several soldiers stepped forward to help push the gate open with a creaking sound.
The 3rd-tier campaign magic known as Spiritual Revival was a campaign magic that could only take effect on undead units.
Faced with the situation where the blazing sun archers were being slaughtered by venomous flies, neither Yvette, Joan, nor the commanding hero Shana showed any expression at all.