Volume One, Chapter 108: The Rogue's Poetry Gathering Trap? Chen Pingchuan: Still Coming? No Shame Left, Huh?

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Yet even now, Chen Jing showed no sign of exhaustion. That was why he was racing against time to refine the Prison Dragon Well. Although the well was already at his command, he had only grasped a superficial portion of its power.

Noticing this, Ye Feng’s gaze turned cold. After a brief turn of thought, he instantly decided to meet force with force and shatter the attack head-on. Having made up his mind, Ye Feng suddenly stepped forward and reached out, seizing the Evernight Sword in his hand.

The blue-robed man’s eyes held a faint azure hue—the mark of an early-stage Battle King. Though he too stood among the supreme experts above all living beings, he was still far inferior to that mysterious master who had cut people apart with a single strike.

“If I can’t get away, then I’ll fight you to the death!” Brother Feng hardened his heart, turned around, and charged toward Zhao Yuan.

“I know of a place, but it should be extremely dangerous.” Void Spirit steadied himself and dared not meet Chen Jing’s eyes.

With the formation seal withdrawn, Liu Tian let out a soft breath. When he sensed the martial power within his Martial Sea, his heart surged with excitement. The power there had already more than doubled.

Zheng Ji’s answer left Hu Yu staring blankly for a moment. Everything this man did was always so unexpected.

The holy magic he released possessed no offensive power. When the sphere of light struck the surface of the water, it exploded, and its sacred aura and radiance instantly illuminated a vast expanse of water.

After hearing this, Long Tianwei felt as though the situation had taken a sudden turn for the better. Truly, there was always a way out. No matter how outrageous the system’s quests were, they could still be solved.

“Is there any point in keeping up the pretense?” Song Shang gave a bitter smile. Three days ago, that black-robed man had already exposed his entire background in a few words. What was there left to conceal? Even if he continued hiding it, it would be meaningless. If not for today’s drinking contest, Old Three Song would probably have shut down the tavern three days ago and found somewhere else to hide.

“That does seem to make sense. If I merely move somewhere else, does that mean I won’t be the host anymore?” What he said was rather reasonable.

Without Li Fei’s cooperation, he simply could not have accomplished this. That was precisely why Li Ru insisted on finding Li Fei first.

He clearly had not expected Peng Zhenhua, the tavern’s chief steward, to be such a ruthless man. Seeing that he was absent, Peng Zhenhua had demanded so much money from Sun Yuhao and the others, and in the end had simply detained them.

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“Li Na, stop the test and come back.” Zhao Kai had obtained sufficient data, and the Antelope had already exceeded its designed speed. He was worried something might go wrong.

Although bean sprouts had already been invented during the Han Dynasty, they could only be eaten in spring, summer, and autumn. The people of that era did not know how to grow them in winter, which was why they found it so astonishing.

At a time like this, there was no room for personal feelings. Military orders were absolute. If one person disobeyed without being punished, more and more people would refuse to obey. The army would then become a heap of loose sand. Forget fighting a war—even on the march, the soldiers would all have fled.

Eight million in income a day—that was what one could call decent! Lin Di had secretly shown off in a way that no one but himself knew about.

Anything beyond common sense was, to the man before them, perfectly ordinary.

As long as spiritual energy was fed into it, this sword would become like a machine gun, continuously firing out split swords. So long as spiritual energy continued to flow into it, it would never stop.

The man slowly crouched down. His next action caused cold sweat to seep across the backs of everyone present.

At that very moment, combining this with the information Yin Jie had once provided, Yin Yang immediately understood Chen Feng’s true identity. He was one of the Chosen: he had advanced to the eighth rank in less than eight thousand years, possessed formidable combat strength, and carried a divine artifact as well as two immortal artifacts.

To reach the perfection stage of Qi Refinement at fifteen or sixteen… How heaven-defying did one have to be to achieve such a feat?

After entering, it became apparent that Green Ram Mountain, though uninhabited for a very long time, was being cleared regularly by someone.

Immortal Fate City, which the upper echelons of humanity and the demon race had designated as a trial ground where low-level creatures competed for space to survive, was steadily growing in strength under the influence of Li Qingtong’s proverbial fluttering butterfly wings.

Zhao Dongting had originally not intended to accept the Shennong Glazed Cultivation Art, but Su Huan Zhen insisted on giving it to him, leaving him no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

His cultivation had long since reached the late stage of the Nine-Star Battle Saint realm. Unless he took that final step and entered the realm of the Battle Emperor, no matter how painstakingly he secluded himself to cultivate, it would be difficult for his strength to undergo any earth-shaking change.

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After some time, once this news had spread, people from other regions would surely yearn to come. That would be the time to establish a new city, which would also reduce resistance from the local powers.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” A voice rang out, suddenly drawing everyone’s attention.

Yan Qi nodded, took out his phone, and sent over the name and telephone number from the business card that Toothpick had handed him.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said, “Remember to leave them alive…” The instant his words fell, he pushed off hard with his foot, his body shooting forward straight toward the opponent.

“Why? Why do we get such poor treatment when we were the ones who came in first, while they’re given such good treatment?” Li Yang was also provoked by the scene before him.

After taking the call, he no longer had time to waste enjoying breakfast. He hurriedly stuffed the food into his mouth, then put on his clothes and shoes before leaving.

Gong Ren continued forward, still pretending not to know anything. Suddenly, he heard a cry from behind—“Ow—thud!” Turning around, he saw Yang Hongjun sprawled on the ground like a dog that had taken a mouthful of dirt.

Yang Hongjun then recounted how Tang Qingying’s master had stolen five thousand taels in banknotes from him aboard the ship.

Smack. “Fly? Fly your head! You never think about anything decent…” Zhuo Nan had barely finished speaking when Lan Qian slapped him across the head.

Wu Yulin naturally noticed the look of disappointment in his mother’s eyes. Judging from her reaction, she seemed to care very much about Uncle He’s situation. Could this mean that not only had Uncle He developed feelings for his mother, but his mother had also fallen for him?

Under his reasonably practiced grilling, the raw meat began to release a smoky fragrance. Golden juices sizzled and bubbled, making it look exceedingly appetizing.

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