Volume 1, Chapter 33: Celebrating the Birthday

Yan Zhen arrived at the Green Sheep Taoist Temple early. He noticed the protective formation shifting, though no breach had appeared yet. With time to spare, he had someone fetch a table, then brought out peanuts and bitter wine he had prepared in advance to pass the time.

The hundred or so monsters surged toward them with a madness that was visible to the naked eye.

To these generals, who had been stationed on the southern front for years, the Wu army across the line had always remained quiet, leaving them to watch helplessly as their counterparts along the Yellow River garnered one military merit after another.

Waking up the next day, Han Xue'er found herself nestled naked in Ye Haochuan's arms. Recalling the frenzy of the previous night, a crimson blush instantly rose to her cheeks, making her look incredibly alluring.

The Demon tribe sought to strike at Yan Zhen, but the Immortal tribe, knowing the gravity of his situation and that failure was not an option, scrambled to block them, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Lin Yi, however, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the massive dark palm. His eyes ignited with a wild, disdainful golden light.

I smiled slightly and looked down at the waiting barbarian crowd. "Enough talk. It is time for you to fulfill your promise!" The Spirit of the Dragon Vein sighed, its massive draconic body shifting slightly.

However, this man knew how to read the room. He had barely passed the imperial examinations in Huainan, and during the subsequent assignment of official posts, while most others were sent to the provinces as magistrates, he and a few others were kept at the regional commander's manor to work.

Huang was stunned. If it wasn't Ying Hao, then who could it be? She had been dull-witted from age five until fifteen, right up until she married Ying Hao; how could she have possibly had a serious, unreserved romance? How was that even possible?

"The years aren't many, but aside from eating, drinking, and sleeping, I practiced every other moment. No, I even practiced while doing those," Zhang Xian replied.

This wasn't something one could brush off with glass marbles; one had to actually produce grain and put it into people's mouths.

They could only estimate the population by tracking merchants' goods and the consumption of bulk supplies, and such estimates were laughably inaccurate.

Publications such as "The Great Tang at 6:30," "Great Tang Evening News," "Great Tang Morning Post," "Great Tang Daily," and "Great Tang Evening Paper" emerged.

The situation was complex. Luo Tianning did not immediately believe Lin Chun's words; instead, he immediately suspected the mysterious and unpredictable witchcraft of this world.

Unlike before, this was an elf's combat form—long, flowing green hair and green eyes, all declaring his desire to be greener, ever greener.

Though the passage ahead was filled with a gloomy, chilling aura and dim light, there was little movement. Tang Juyi stared for a long time but discovered nothing unusual; even with his "Ancient Prison Gaze" pushed to its limit, he could only see the thick, impenetrable gloom.

Yet, meeting the confused and puzzled gazes of the crowd, the Enchantress held her head high like a proud rooster, occasionally stopping to kiss Xia Qing along the way.

Thus, while many knew the elixir of immortality was a fraud, no one dared to stand up and advise Li Er, as no one wanted a miserable death.

Dongfeng Qing glanced at Jiang Yuze, then looked toward the old Marquis and the soldiers holding the city walls, her face pale and haggard, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Wow, don't tell me you got dumped by a man," I couldn't help but tease when I heard Meizi had been jilted.

Zhong Yue received his only birthday gift of the year, quickly tore off the wrapping, opened the lid, and pulled out a lake-blue silk tie. The woven patterns in the same color scheme looked remarkably three-dimensional.

As for the damage to the soul, it would take at least a century to fully recover, and that was only with the help of the golden light of merit and innate purple energy. A Hunyuan expert, in every action, aligns with the Heavenly Dao, commands the laws, and controls the workings of fate—it is difficult to fathom. Below the Hunyuan level, all are but ants; this statement is no mere exaggeration. Even a quasi-sage is but a slightly larger ant.

Kendo is a traditional Eastern martial art. Like the traditional martial arts of China, it has long since declined from its peak, with fewer and fewer practitioners. Nowadays, only those who revere the spirit of Bushido study it.

After hearing the account, the grief on the Patriarch Wenren's face vanished, replaced entirely by fury. Atuo also stood there, dumbfounded.

Mu Xifeng put away the jade bottle containing the origin of Chonglou, a look of conflict in his eyes. After a long while, he sighed helplessly and produced another jade bottle to collect Chonglou's bone ash. After all, this man was the brother of Qingtian, and Master Mu could not bear the thought of leaving him all alone.

So, it wasn't just Shen Li who had a grudge against that serpentine spirit beast? All dozen spirit beasts in this territory were its enemies? No, Xinyi thought it over and finally realized: perhaps there was a rift between this territory and the one next door.

The manager in charge of online business at Interstellar Galaxy was frantic. A lucrative deal that had been handed to them was abandoned by a potential major client because of arrogance and an inappropriate reply. He was berated mercilessly by his superiors and ordered to win back Master Hongye, or else find himself unemployed next year.

"The teacher's 'Way of Nature' is truly extraordinary, harmonizing with heaven and earth, using the energy of the cosmos as one's own. It is inexhaustible—how could one not defeat the enemy? It is a pity that my aptitude is dull, and I cannot fully grasp its essence. Currently, I can only harmonize with five thousand miles of void, but even so, I am invincible among my peers," Haotian thought to himself.

After hearing Zhou Zhenlong's words, Ruan Jun was already furious. His hands trembled with rage, and he let out a roar. Without a second thought, he slapped Zhou Zhenlong, sending him flying into the wall before he crashed down, shattering the coffee table below. Streaks of bright red blood remained on the wall.

"Fine, you may go." Wan Long waved his hand, signaling Wan Jin to handle the matter, though he was truly incensed and needed to calm his mind.

However, it was the gathering of all negative energy between heaven and earth—incredibly difficult to deal with and extremely troublesome.

"I know what you want to ask. You just want me to name my price to join your faction, am I right?" Li Xu asked with a smile.

Lin Feng held the beans and walked straight toward the light screen. In the blink of an eye, he stepped through, and seeing this, those behind him followed without hesitation, entering the light screen immediately.