Chapter 55: Harvesting the Rice!

Having just escaped the razor-sharp claws of the Iron-Backed Azure Wolf, only to fall straight into the clutches of the even more terrifying Black Dragon Pirate Crew, Chen Ruolan was utterly consumed by despair. Beside her, Sun Che struggled to push himself upright. Believing that Sun Che was about to fight to the death, she instead watched him drop to his knees before the Black Dragon and pull out every single True Essence beast core he carried in his arms.

"No, no, no! Patriarch Darkwing, you absolutely cannot do this! Isn't this playing with fire and burning ourselves? It's no different from suicide!" the Lord of Sacred Demons cried out in terror.

"This is a member of my household; you may simply call him Nameless. From now on, he will cultivate here at Nine-Curve Peak and can be considered a member of the Nine-Curve Sect. I have some matters to attend to and must take a long trip," the old man said calmly, revealing nothing unusual to the four Qi-Condensation disciples.

As he spoke, Youtong had already crossed paths with the Ghost-Hair King Grass Fairy. A single collision was enough to leave us utterly appalled; the Ghost-Hair King, whose body was abnormally hardened, was covered in wounds. Youtong's attacks were effective, but by this time both of her hands were bleeding—the result of their brute-force clash was mutual destruction.

Zhao Wanshuang was quite skilled in martial arts, far outperforming Li Zhou. Although Li Zhou's physical condition had recovered and progressively strengthened through daily workouts, it was merely general fitness and could never reach the level of Zhao Wanshuang. A martial arts expert, he was destined not to be; after all, his physique was already set and could no longer be expanded.

Between the pressure of impending wage cuts and having zero spirit left to ponder such matters—you're here now, and as for apologies or whatever, let's just put all that aside. You have your hardships, and I have my steadfast principles and my capacity for forgiveness. Even if you hadn't come, I would still have understood.

The Divine Clan was the primordial race of this continent, and the Azure Dragon could be considered the foremost figure among them. As his wife, the Vermilion Bird naturally possessed the power of a true god. Yet this Torch Dragon had actually fought against the Vermilion Bird and even managed to escape from her grasp.

I imagine many people would choose to cry out "Daddy." A true man knows when to yield; rigidity easily breaks, and a single "Daddy" can save your life—why not do it? Of course, many would curse you, but so what?

With that, he pulled her delicate body down with him and lay flat, his tightly intertwined arms showing no intention of loosening their hold.

Ying Renyi was frozen mid-air by this relentless gale, his eyes staring in despair at the evil grin plastered across Feng Chi's face.

Bai Ying had always felt a lingering sense of familiarity toward Qi Wuli. After their relationship thawed, she grew even fonder of reaching out to him. Clearly just a stranger she had known for a long time, he constantly managed to evoke the shadow of her elder sister without her even realizing it. Such a sensation was simply something Bai Ying could never forget.

Headmaster Wang had poured a fortune into this project, clearing out the largest lecture hall—a two-story space spanning over two thousand square meters—specifically to house the robots, while also arranging the adjacent laboratory for Leng Ruoyi and her team to use.

Upon entering the house, Gu Mingze headed straight for his own room. Su Xiuxiu instinctively wanted to follow, but was intercepted by Gu Jingzhi.

Hearing this, the old wooden-sword-wielding Daoist chuckled as well. He reached out to take a sip of wine, only to discover that the wine jar in his hand was empty, so he casually snatched the jar right out of Yang Ye's hands.

No matter how many doubts Qian Yueming held, he had to tuck them away. Since the paternity test showed no abnormalities, it meant that this child, to whom he felt so little affinity, was indeed his own flesh and blood. No matter how much he disliked it, there was nothing he could do.

Three years had passed, and the war was finally over. Big Brother Xiao, enfeoffed as the Heir of the Duke Suppressing the Nation, now had more time to accompany the sisters and brother to Luoping Prefecture while waiting for their eldest sister to return home.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyao was slightly swayed, thinking to herself that she was surely better off than her brother-in-law; once she started earning money in the future, she would properly repay her elder sister.

The familiar, bewitching voice echoed in his ear. Night Star поднял (raised) his gaze and saw that, at some unknown point, the incomparably enchanting Master Liu had also arrived before him, accompanied by his own teacher, Chu Xiaoyang.

Moreover, according to the memories left behind by that individual, the other two native clans—the Lu family and the Wu family—both possessed individuals comparable to the original Lin Tianxuan. Lin Tianxuan's current cultivation level would put him at a disadvantage when contending with these people.

He had not expected the Bloodthirsty Fierce Bear to be so ferocious, battered and bruised though it was. Yet it was no pushover either—it was a descendant of the Armored Gibbon, one of the four chaotic spiritual monkeys of ancient times.

After Mu Qianxing departed, Yunfan could not dissuade Yue Meng'er and had no choice but to continue forward for several miles, arriving before a rather precipitous cliff face.

The White Lotus Demon King's words left Li Yunchen stunned, and he immediately looked toward the other side, where Duan Tianling also slowly shook his head.

He could not simply seek out Zhou Yin to vent his frustrations—putting aside the question of whether he could even defeat him in a fight, they were currently within the grounds of the Featherization Sect.

This was a heaven-favored son of the Han family whose soul had shattered years ago. Today, his strength was even more unfathomable, and he was very likely to become the master of this selection tournament! Such was the speculation of many.

Xiao Nu's heart remained as still as stagnant water, his entire focus immersed in the comprehension of the Clear Creek Saber Technique, as if he hadn't even noticed Gu Qianchuan stepping onto the stage.

She suddenly felt something burning deep within her divine soul—it was the reaction of a skyrocketing soul force.