Volume One, Chapter 27: A Temporary Passage Through the Trial

The thunder dragon surged with lightning, reducing Tuoba Tao’s magic crystal armor to dust and revealing his true form. With a wave of his hand, Taixuan unleashed a fire dragon, which, bolstered by his primordial spirit, entangled with the thunder dragon. Before the onlookers could react, the convergence of celestial thunder and earthly fire ground Tuoba Tao into ashes.

"I truly don't know. Vice Sect Master Chang, since you enjoy running errands, why don't you make a trip to the Sword Washing Pool and invite the Supreme Elder?" Old Ghost Jian shook his head before looking at Chang Yuan.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Jiang Wei looked up at the white bone jade floating in the air, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

"I’m so handsome; I need to step it up!" Gu You preened in the rearview mirror before killing the engine and stepping out. Seeing this, Gu Xuewen considered mentioning Mo Qiang’s situation, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he sighed and shook his head.

Could this fellow’s medical skills be so advanced that he didn't even need to take a pulse before prescribing medicine?

A sinister expression flooded the face of the Venerable in Blood Robes. He stomped his foot hard and lunged toward Jiang Wei.

Harboring this doubt, Ma Guokui walked up to Chef Wang and picked up a piece of diced white radish to taste.

Xie Daguuo, meanwhile, was completely bewildered, never expecting his son to appear before everyone in such a manner.

After going there, he gave Gu Yuntao a comprehensive examination and was told that the report would only be ready in three days.

Xavi, Iniesta, and Busquets all dropped back to help collect the ball, and with the four defenders of Barcelona also possessing excellent passing ability, Atletico Madrid’s subsequent pressing attacks were all in vain.

"I fear the Crown Prince is unaware: with war imminent, if there is no communication between generals, it will surely delay the campaign!" The others naturally scoffed at Tang Xizhe’s test; war relies on cooperation, and without communication, how could there be cooperation?

Searching in all directions, the square was at its busiest. People bustled to and fro, mostly young people; there wasn't a single person older than middle age to be seen. Where could his master be?

"By the way, Hanbing, I’ve suddenly developed a craving for fruit. Could you go prepare some for me?" Tang Youyou glanced at the dejected Leng Xue and said calmly.

A series of explosions rang out; several Shuiqing mercenaries were blasted into ash, and the cargo of many merchants was scattered everywhere.

No, this wouldn't do. She had deliberately avoided him; she needed to stay behind and slowly recover. Yet, this guy couldn't contain his impatience and had come looking for her just like that.

A few days later, Rong'er actually raised a few sika deer in her garden. It seemed that after drinking deer antler blood, her complexion was indeed better than it had been with medicinal soups and acupuncture.

"Very well... very well then." Seeing Concubine Mei’s firm resolve, the Emperor had no choice but to grant her wish, hurriedly ordering someone to assist her back to her chambers at the Huaqing Pool to rest.

Wang Qiang’s words had been mere suggestions; since Ye Xuan liked the South City, then South City it was. Naturally, he didn't know that Ye Xuan’s meeting with Alex was at Xinxin Park. It was better to be safe than sorry—if that silly girl went there again, who knew what might happen.

"Fine... just this once, but don't let it happen again!" The fairy Mingyue couldn't resist in the end and agreed to log on with the fairy Anyue.

Ye Hua was even more confused now. A language barrier was more daunting than facing a powerful enemy; not understanding what the other person was saying made him feel inferior. Ye Hua was indeed a head shorter than the black man.

Lu Ping’s mind began to blur, yet he still held his cup and watched everyone with a smile.

Seven days later, at dawn, beneath the walls of Chang'an, Yuchi Jingde first had his army and the craftsmen encamp outside the city, then led Wang Xingxin and others to meet Li Er.

To restore his Dharma body, he had to seize a vessel and refine it into an immortal body; only then could Nanhua Xianzun’s cultivation be fully restored. But where in the Land of Demon Spirits could he find an immortal body to seize? He couldn't use a demon's flesh, and it was only when he saw Lian Haiping that a glimmer of hope appeared.

Inside Fire Dragon Island, the scientists were working feverishly; the high-value research personnel now had to do the manual labor themselves.

An immortal body still contained vast immortal power; refining it with Samadhi True Fire was a time-consuming process.

However, if used by a monster like Imu, it was the most terrifying power in the world—destroying heaven and earth was a trivial matter.

The emerald bamboo was tall and dense; though there were only six or seven stalks, they shrouded the entire Golden Pavilion in a misty gloom. The sun was at its peak, piercing through the gaps to strike around the pavilion, which only made the depths within seem all the more unfathomable.

She was even better than he had imagined. Better in every way. For a girl like her to be perpetually confined behind curtains due to rules was indeed a grievance.

Working until dusk, Wang Xingxin used the fading light as an excuse to dismiss the doctors who wanted to continue practicing sutures. He then had Heiwa remove the stitches from the sheep and set up the pot to stew the mutton.

"I... I do have a rather outrageous idea." She had a vague premonition in her heart, but the conclusion was too difficult for anyone to accept, so she dared not make a final judgment.

"Gladys, you’re insane, you lunatic!" Lu Xuan gritted his teeth and said weakly.

The four who had merged into the sword formation were now under attack by the Soul-Calling Bell; they felt their souls slipping out of their control, desperate to break free from their bodies.

At this moment, on the Ci Lake, two shadows were clashing once more at a speed invisible to the naked eye. However, this time, it was not Lu Xuan being beaten to a pulp and forced back step by step, but the old Sect Master Ma, who was left with no room to counterattack.

Seeing the "Okay" sent by Tan Yi, Shang Yixiao frowned. She looked up at the increasingly heavy rain outside, unsure if Tan Yi had truly agreed.

"Why have you returned?" Ling, a figure at the center of power, looked at Zhang Yu, harboring certain suspicions. Had something gone wrong with the "Sin" mission?