Volume 1, Chapter 38: Finally, There Will Be Progress

Rong Qiannian cast a glance at the stage, rendered speechless. The first disciple of the Qingshan Sect’s Master Lingjiu was not even thirty, possessed an air of upright righteousness, and carried himself with dignity—how could anyone call him ugly, or an old man?

The washstand was stocked with disposable toiletries, all crafted from the unique materials of this world.

The blade was about one foot and two inches long, curved outward. The spine of the blade followed the curve of the edge, featuring two blood grooves and two wave-patterned nail indentations on either side. The edge was exceptionally sharp, and the three-inch handle was fashioned from two pieces of wood secured with pins.

A violent clash erupted as the black, lethal gleam was parried by the shadow of Xiao Yao’s blade. Xiao Yao then backhanded a strike beside herself.

Wanying, oblivious to the situation, pouted indignantly: "Liu Chenyang, what are you doing! Even if you don’t want to drink it, don’t waste it—give it back to me!" Just as she prepared to drain the bowl, it was swatted from her hand by Liu Chenyang with a sharp "snap."

At least this fellow knew his own mindset bordered on doting, not yet having become a full-blown child-obsessed parent.

"Forget it, just tell me, I’ll calculate it myself," Xiao Yao said, knowing full well that modern people had long since forgotten what a birth horoscope even was.

As for those driven by greed, Jiang Sen had no intention of showing mercy, nor did he offer any opposition.

Stealing a moment of leisure, Ye Tian paused and withdrew a large pile of food from his storage space.

Now that an "Immortal" had been revealed to the public, nearly everyone who had considered retreating temporarily set aside those thoughts, feeling reluctant to leave.

With the phantom beast subdued, Chen Yi did not waste time, immediately heading toward the summit with Master Shen. By then, quite a few others had already reached the peak.

Hearing Lin Huang’s words, Blood-colored did not offer a rebuttal. She still assumed Lin Huang’s decision was based on body control, unaware that he was actually judging based on appearance.

Wang Chen brought out the mantis again; it was clear his form had been good lately, and he felt quite in the zone playing it.

Regarding the three tiers of monstrosities—third, second, and first—Lin Huang had heard of them before, but this was his first time hearing of the "super-tier," which he assumed was a rank above the first tier.

That was correct; the key point Zhang Jun discovered was the "ground." It was the only place the enemy’s boomerang could not attack, or rather, the only place where attacks were ineffective—the blind spot in the enemy’s offense, the flaw in their assault, was the ground itself.

"My life palace has grown much stronger, but it doesn't seem to have reached its limit yet..." Lin Huang could vaguely sense that his life palace still had room for enhancement.

In his understanding, the purer these five martial spirits were, the better; ideally, they should all reach above the first tier.

Elder Lu’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating. I checked his heartbeat; he was truly dead, yet his body remained warm, proving he had just passed. The dagger was coated in a highly potent poison capable of killing instantly.

She had always assumed the two children were either playing and hiding on purpose or had been distracted by something on the island and lost their way. But hearing Su Wuyang’s question, it sounded more like a deliberate act by someone else.

After revising the manuscript Su Yuyang had written in the middle of the night and uploading his own, just as he was about to go take a shower, Su Yuyang’s phone rang.

He was just an ordinary truck driver, dirt poor, usually hauling mundane cargo, and currently driving an empty truck—what was there to be afraid of?

With a flick of my sword technique, the Tai’e sword began to spin. I channeled the sword-qi true dragon, which spiraled around Feng’er, its intense aura threatening to swallow her whole.

Yuan Shikai was equally resentful toward Xiang Yongtai, believing he had no real combat achievements and had only become a Vice Minister of the Ministry of War due to his family’s status as the Bordered Yellow Banner of the Eight Banners. He spent his days in the ministry barking orders and commanding his own banner men, but what right did he have to order Yuan Shikai around?

Watching him, I felt an infinite sense of loss and pain. Perhaps I shouldn't have asked, but he should have told me. If he really wanted a life with me, he had to be completely open, yet he refused to say anything. What was he worried about? Had he truly let go?

Judging by the artistic style of these African wood carvings, they likely originated from a country or tribe in West Africa. West African wood carvings are vivid, lively, and imaginative, quite distinct from those of East Africa.

Speaking of this, she burst into tears. Because of this treasure, her male companion had died—a man who was likely her husband or lover.

"Forget it, she has to go!" Shanzi, in a rush, scooped up Su Wuyang and placed her on the back rack of the motorcycle.

Inside the gymnasium, Yu Manman, still dressed in a provocative SM outfit, stood before the entire team, whip in hand.

"I can take on three," Xia He said with a grin, holding up three fingers and waving them in front of the mage.

"Then I, Luo Qinghan, thank you all in advance." Luo Qinghan smiled slightly, appearing very gentle, though the warmth did not reach his eyes.

"Buddy, I’m occupied here! Wait a second, let me put in a little more effort!" a voice called out from the toilet stall.

Looking at Wu Caifeng’s nervous and worried expression, Li Xiulan bit her lip, not daring to tell the truth, and only nodded gently.

However, this starting bid caused many to fall silent. The scene, which had been full of excitement and anticipation, suddenly went cold.

It wasn't just her hands; her face, her body, and her feet had always been this cold. The only thing that had been warm was her heart, but now, her heart had grown cold as well.

Having never encountered such an enthusiastic stranger, if Ning Yi hadn't sensed that Xia Ling meant her no harm—and that they had never met before—she would have suspected that Xia Ling was intentionally trying to get close to her.

Fan Yiyi stared at Han Yin as if he were a monster, unable to comprehend how he could have anticipated everything.

Held in Gu Wangchuan’s embrace, Ying Lan looked at the wall behind him. His clothes were slightly cool, providing relief to her feverish body, so, as if finding a tether, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.