Volume One, Chapter 65: An Eight-Year-Old Tops the Exam, While His Thirty-Year-Old Uncle Can't Hold Back

After familiarizing themselves with the room, Xiao Yue and Fatty Xiao went out together, wanting to take a stroll around the Xiao Clan estate. Although Fatty Xiao had visited the Xiao Clan a few times to see his grandfather, he had never really explored the estate, so he joined Xiao Yue in his wanderings.

Never mind all that—since so many laser missiles had been launched at him, it would hardly be fair not to return every last one to the Gurus.

The two Gurus, still unable to move, were struck once again by the mental assault of the Xuantian Thorn, and this time the force was twice as strong as before, its power far from ordinary.

The two captains and their subordinates froze in shock. Although Wang Jizhao had been given command over all the armies, he himself was the supreme commander of his own force. Even if he had arrived a bit late, how could he be tied up the moment they met?

Even though he was still some distance from the peak of Innate Perfection, with certain special techniques, he could still face someone at that level head-on.

Although Jiang Bufan had great confidence in his father, he couldn't help but worry something unexpected might happen.

"White wine is now our main product for cash flow. Mother said we've placed an order for a thousand porcelain bottles, but I don't think that's enough. Should we increase it to five thousand? The shipyard should also make some large barrels for cellaring. Matches won't make much of a splash, so I want to visit the distillery tomorrow," Gao Chong said.

Flame of the Demon: A skill unique to high-level demonic beasts; they can draw on the surrounding spiritual energy, gather it in their mouths to form a fiery energy, and use this to attack their enemies with tremendous destructive power.

Zhou Can shouted, "Good timing!" and with a flick of his steel blade, leapt aside. Wang Jizhao's spear thrust missed, but his technique was sound; with a swift movement, the spearhead clashed with the steel blade. Both men withdrew their weapons, then closed in once more, locked in fierce combat.

"Oh my! Mu Yun, I can't thank you enough! Shall I keep you company tonight?" Hearing Tie Mu Yun's agreement, Long Kong dashed forward in excitement, grabbing his hand with delight.

Sun Tianlin's words emboldened many cultivators, who began to use every technique they knew. The clash of spiritual skills echoed along the cliff's edge.

Suddenly, all the pores on his body swelled, each one as wide as a bowl, spurting out foul-smelling blood and flesh that coated Yan Xincheng's body layer by layer.

Cracking a smile, Lin Fan rubbed his aching forehead and murmured, "Now that I've run into Ye Feiyun, I don't think I stand a chance of winning. But having just broken through to the Soul Star pinnacle, fighting him will be a good test of my true abilities."

Only by putting himself in others' shoes did Lu Wang realize that wanting to protect others doesn't necessarily bring them peace of mind. Now, under the watchful eyes of the whole city and under Sif's scrutiny, he had to set an example.

A piercing scream rang out, leaving all the cultivators stunned. Though one had managed to knock Sun Tianlin aside and save his life, Sun Tianlin still lost an arm.

Everyone was astonished. This fellow was so utterly self-abandoned, so erratic and impulsive, that he was no better than an unruly youth. How could Yang Ye value Kong Yingming so highly?

As he walked along, he suddenly felt a chill run through him, as if something were watching him. Yet when he tried to sense it, there was no sign of magical energy.

As dish after dish was brought to the table, the clinking of cups and lively conversation finally brought the atmosphere to life.

If not for Wild Mountain Pear's famed combat skills, and the fact that their days of teaming up for profit were long past, Nightingale's Dance thought she would never have anything more to do with him in this life.

Just as she was feeling anxious, she looked toward the Qi residence and saw Professor Jiang being escorted out by Jiang Wanqing and Qi Lan.

Among the prizes was a gold sachet with openwork floral and bird patterns. Hua Xi liked it at first sight and couldn't help looking at it twice. Shaped like a teardrop, exquisitely carved, it looked antique—much more precious than her Pisces jade sachet. She wondered who had placed such a heavy bet.

Xiao Han had long anticipated Blue Sky Tyrant's reaction and was unfazed by it. If his mere words could provoke such fury, how could Blue Sky Tyrant ever agree to his own request?

They were the envy of all Song Dynasty couples, a pair blessed by the gods. Even in old age, he often held her hand as they walked through fields of flowers; their figures leaned together, soft smiles on their faces, whispering words of love. Even with silver hair, she was as beautiful in his eyes as ever.

Shuixie had already predicted that despite not sharing the same goals, Chu Tianxi would never be his enemy.

She had been with He Yuhao for so long, yet gained nothing, and in the end, lost everything she had.

"Father..." Upon hearing Jiang Zhongxun's words, Jiang Caiping immediately fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face in front of everyone, unable to speak through her sobs.

If Sheng Han knew what Shuixie truly thought, she would probably storm back to the palace in a rage. With her temperament, she would likely never speak to Shuixie again, and they would become lifelong strangers.

Chu Tian hesitated for a moment, then pulled the needle out and gently carried Chu Ling out. After untying him, he removed the cloth from Chu Ling's mouth. Chu Ling immediately wrapped himself around Chu Tian like an octopus, crying uncontrollably.

Grandpa Monkey suddenly yanked upward with both hands, breaking the opponent's teeth. After snapping the teeth, he leapt up and kicked, smashing a massive hole through the giant Thunder Roar Beast's upper jaw.

Yang Jiao sat cross-legged beneath a massive ancient pine by the steep cliff, his mind serene, immersed in nature. He watched the setting sun and the myriad stars above, sensing the order and rhythm of the universe.

I forced a wry smile—after all, Zhou Jie was covered in blood. Only after leaving the company did I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It turned out that the cuisine of the capital at that time was still prepared much like Shandong cuisine, with frying, sautéing, quick-frying, and braising as the main methods.

Regrettably, on the day of the attack, Gaosen could muster fewer than a thousand zerglings, and fewer than a hundred zerg behemoths. Only two mammoth thunder beasts, those enormous creatures, made an appearance, and they proved to be of little use. The emergence of the scorpions, however, gave Gaosen some peace of mind.