Chapter 71: My House, My Rules!

Yet it failed without any warning. Pressed by the immense force emanating from this cloud, all of Yin's spiritual consciousness was forced back into her physical body, rendering it impossible to manifest.

In short, those concentric circles of crystal spirits—constructed by numerous spiritual entities and resembling archery targets—not only radiated a dazzling light, but also exuded the ethereal aura of otherworldly celestial feathers.

As the four of them passed through the association's grand hall, every magician they encountered along the way bowed respectfully to Milos. It seemed this old man held an even higher position within the association than he had imagined, Lorrain thought to himself as they walked.

Only then did everyone finally understand that this seemingly ugly contraption was a formidable firearm. Utilizing gunpowder to propel solid iron balls, it could strike targets hundreds of paces away and sweep away everything in its path.

Yet, that fleeting, tender gaze of hers lasted for only the briefest moment. Dull-witted as I was, when I looked closer, I could no longer see anything at all.

"Plum, are you alright!" I turned my head to see that Ah Xia had already agilely grabbed a flexible tree branch, swinging across gracefully from the stone platform where she stood, and landed lightly before me.

Kanamingbo, stationed on the ring-shaped walkway of the high tower, could not see at the very first moment what exactly was happening down below where Kamishiro Rize was being restrained all the way to the glass wall.

Mian Mian was dressed entirely in denim: her upper body featured a light blue denim shirt, and her lower body was clad in sky-blue slim-fit denim jeans.

By that day, I believe they would have achieved their natural alignment with the Dao—coexisting with the universe and perishing alongside all things in silent harmony.

Lin Xiangtian smiled, retrieved the slender white spear from his ring, tossed it from hand to hand a few times, and then threw it toward the young man.

Xue Ping was stunned for a moment, well aware of how complicated all of this truly was. Although their usual duty was simply looking after Ni Pei, they actually served as assistants as well, and she knew that the work of the headquarters for this Three-Line Construction Project was by no means easy.

An intensely warm expression suddenly surfaced in Gao Ziyu's eyes. He lifted her chin with his hand, planted a fierce kiss right beneath her lips, and then let her go, getting out of bed and heading toward the bathroom.

Among this group of psychics on Earth, he had already surpassed Guo Wei and might well be considered the "foremost martial artist under heaven."

He now possessed a psionic radiation intensity of one hundred and sixty thousand, which was thirty thousand higher than Guo Wei's, allowing him to easily enter his own soul space.

Looking at the smile on Bodhi's face, Hu Ao's murderous intent grew even stronger. With a casual flick of his hand, a torrential suction force erupted from his palm, acting like a black hole and violently dragging Bodhi's body toward him.

Guo Fang's mind exploded with a roar as she stared fixedly at Li Xin, unable to utter a single word. Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd began to whisper amongst themselves; no one knew what was actually going on, and they could only speculate.

During the daytime in the bamboo grove on the eastern outskirts, Yun Weiyang had already witnessed his ruthlessness—those merciless attacks clawing relentlessly toward her abdomen, accompanied by a chilling gleam in his eyes that she had never seen before.

Guo Wei, standing behind him, had made no move and uttered not a word. Tonight, he was merely observing Lu Haodong quietly from the side.

Once outside, he looked around. There was neither moon nor star in the sky, and the ancient Buddhist temple, shrouded in darkness, appeared utterly desolate and still.

"Sister Ye is so pretty." Xiling Qian was not yet seventeen, possessing a childish, doll-like face and an overwhelming cuteness.

Zhong Nan had originally intended to have Xu Wanzhou gather intelligence on Liao Qing'er's whereabouts, but considering that the military intelligence department's network was still far from robust, expecting them to locate Liao Qing'er immediately was probably unrealistic, so he had to abandon the idea.

Zhao Shu nodded. Remembering that the poison had just entered the stomach and had not yet been absorbed, he knew it could still be treated by a stomach pump, but where on earth could he find a gastric lavage apparatus to save Liu Yong? Suddenly recalling something, he whispered a few instructions to Huang Hao. After hearing them, Huang Hao looked at me with a bewildered expression, but not daring to ask too many questions, he hurriedly led his men away.

Amidst her cries, a hurried sequence of footsteps echoed closer. In the blink of an eye, the wet nurse appeared under the eaves, cradling the child in her arms.

"That's precisely what I mean. I heard that Leopard Master and his men went to collect a debt at the Chen family's residence, but they haven't returned to this day. Later, the neighbors told me that Leopard Master and the others came to your military camp together with the Chen family, so I had no choice but to come here to look for them." Yang Wanluo succinctly explained the cause and effect of the matter.

Yet, having not seen Gong for over ten days, to Yu Zi it felt like a lifetime apart. As the carriage drew closer and closer, the smile on her face grew brighter and more radiant.

Meeting her gaze, Lu Ke'er immediately flashed her a gentle smile. It was an extremely, intensely gentle smile; only Yu Zi, who knew her well, could catch a hint of triumph hidden within those eyes.

Zhang Yuan possessed a chubby face and a perpetual, smiling expression. His smiling, plump cheeks squeezed his small eyes together, making him look rather like a plump, fortune-bringing cat.

Though his body had come to a halt, the two intersecting rays of light glowing upon him refused to fade.

As for Ruhua, Mo Wuxi sighed softly. Perhaps because the attachment of Ruhua from her past life was too profound, his destiny had managed to entangle with hers across two separate lifetimes.

The very instant the mouse was tossed into the black mist, Liyang's expression shifted slightly. The spiritual imprint he had secretly left on the mouse was erased in a fraction of a second.

Dragon scales were precious materials used for forging armor-grade spiritual weapons, and dragon tendons had even broader applications, such as crafting bowstrings. Beyond these, dragon bones and dragon meat were also exceptionally rare and invaluable heavenly treasures.

Upon hearing Lian Hen's reply, Liyang had no intention of pursuing the matter to the end. After sizing him up for a moment, he nodded in agreement and spoke.

Days passed with not a single development. Reflecting on his own idiotic behavior, Luo Cheng alternated between laughter and tears.

These individuals were all cultivators defying the heavens in their pursuit of the Dao, and their cultivation had already surpassed the realm of the Golden Immortals, granting them formidable strength comparable to immortals of the immortal realm. They bowed to neither heaven, earth, nor ghosts and gods; their bow of deep reverence to Lian Hai Ping was a sincere and heartfelt gesture born from the depths of their souls.

They drew closer; the procession of captives drew even closer. Everything seemed normal enough: fifty warriors from the "Heavenly Evolution Sect" wore black Dharma robes and carried themselves with arrogant, haughty expressions. Meanwhile, the over five hundred cultivators from the "Xuannan Sect" walked in a stumbling, disheveled state with sallow, sickly complexions.

Suddenly, Luo Cheng realized that had he not attained the Creation Realm, his previous actions would undoubtedly have stripped him of the opportunity and status of a sect master, leaving him with a lingering sense of relief and lingering dread.