Volume 1, Chapter 65: Revealing Identity

Moreover, the Yaksha themselves are a race incapable of cultivation. Their strength can only increase slowly by gnawing on energy crystals, and a newborn Yaksha already possesses the might of roughly the Marquis realm.

Leading the group, Fang Qiu harbored the character for "Ritual" within his body. As this character spun, it radiated a brilliant golden light, and with every single rotation, a surge of power flowed into it, doubling the strength of the Dao of Ritual.

Should the complete Innate Eight Trigrams divine ability be unleashed, it could even forge a realm or destroy one within a brief span of time, freezing space and time with unmatched, terrifying might. It bore a wondrous, shared subtlety with the legendary Primordial Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram of the Supreme Lord.

Just as witnessed before, the figures appearing beside the Holy Emperor dwindled from many to few, then reduced to two or three, only for new faces to take their place in the end.

As the spectators watched the match, the bickering voices of the two commentators reached their ears once more. One praised the strength of the Dream Team, while the other championed the prowess of Team L, leaving the audience momentarily uncertain of which side truly held the upper hand. Thus, they grew even more eager to witness this team fight between Team L and the Dream Team.

Although the white-robed old man had quickly drunk a potion of enhancement and emerged, his remaining gold coins were now scarce, rendering him utterly incapable of purchasing any further bottles of enhancement potions!

However, Qin Zheng ultimately lacked such an abundance of items to distribute as quest rewards, so as a logical consequence, he additionally unlocked a system designated as the Reward Store.

That is: observe first, then act; and once the move is made, it must inevitably achieve the effect of a fatal blow with a single strike.

Precisely because of this, the silver-spotted leopard's body began to tremble violently, as if enduring immense pressure, whereas Jiang Hai did not feel even the slightest fraction of that pressure.

"Young master, I've heard your alchemy is exceptionally brilliant. Why not show us a trick right here on the spot? Seeing is believing, after all," declared a cultivator as he stood up, his eyes brimming with provocation.

Ru Ruoming traced her fair palm through the air a few times, and abruptly, a pure green object materialized in a flash.

Chen Shuo brought up another critical matter: "Now that our lord has captured Beiping and been conferred the title of Duke of Han by the imperial court, Liaocheng is no longer suitable as a regional administrative seat. I wholeheartedly agree with what our lord stated in his letter regarding relocating from Liaocheng to Beiping."

He had not expected that just as he was lamenting the lack of a strategist, the system would deliver Xu Shu right to his doorstep. Xu Shu's most renowned campaigns included outwitting and killing Lü Kuang and Lü Xiang, shattering Cao Ren's Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, and secretly seizing Fancheng. Furthermore, later generations were all familiar with the proverb: 'Xu Shu enters Cao's camp—not a single word spoken.'

"Ho ho ho, what a cool name!" Mo Song failed to react for a moment, thinking only that the youth's name sounded remarkably dashing.

General Wei hastily halted him, saying, "As the Buddha says: it cannot be spoken," before casting a cunning smile toward General Gou.

Qin Qiong's prowess on horseback was by no means inferior; just as Guan Yu possessed the Red Hare, he too owned the Yellow-Dappled Horse, yet he still remained no match for Guan Yu. Liu De even suspected whether Second Brother possessed some hidden attribute that hadn't been displayed, though the system provided no response despite being asked eight hundred times.

The pilot, Tony, was an elite air force fighter pilot who had long since grown thoroughly accustomed to everything.

After walking for the better part of the day, Yadong and Xueling encountered neither troublesome assassins nor formidable demonic beasts. Having hurriedly finished their rations, they pushed further into the depths of the mountains, heading toward a forest that appeared to be shrouded in a thin mist.

A dragon roamed not far away, keeping as far from the giant ape as possible. Yet its eyes flickered with a contemplative expression, locked unwaveringly onto the giant ape. After a brief internal struggle filled with hesitation, the dragon actually took the initiative to squeeze forward, once again closing the distance to the giant ape.

At that precise moment, disregarding any concerns about exposing his identity or potentially being silenced, Ningye asked directly and bluntly. Right now, all he wanted was to uncover the reason behind this.

When she awoke the following day, he was long gone from her side. A beam of intense sunlight streaming through the window made it impossible for her to keep her eyes open, and after a short while, she realized it was time to get up. Donning a morning robe, she walked downstairs.

Upon returning to the Ye family residence, the matriarch of the Ye family descended the stairs with a chilly expression, while Ye Qiao slowly paced toward her.

Accepting it without a second thought, she never once glanced into those handsome eyes that drifted like dark nights, keeping her head lowered throughout as she cradled the cat, failing to utter even a single word of thanks.

Her fingers, resting limply at her sides, curled inward as the warm, delicate sensation from that night began to linger at her fingertips once more.

Skeletons were unlike other liches; devoid of intelligence, they occupied the very lowest tier of the undead. Consequently, the officers of the Demon King's army harbored no fear that skeletons—who lacked even the wit to betray—would ever choose to turn against the Demon King's forces, rendering their vigilance toward skeletons practically non-existent.

"You are so sweet." He lowered his head to press several kisses against her neck, stripped away her dress, and let his kisses trail downward from her collarbone.

Khadija Hatun rested her hand upon mine with evident satisfaction, slowly and leisurely strolling toward the barbecue rack, where all four men bowed and saluted her in unison.

Indeed, everything has its equivalent value. Just like Miss Qin, who had fought so hard to live out the life of a blissful celestial couple praised by others, how could she possibly relinquish her position so easily?

Coming in to work this morning, she had already heard colleagues gossiping about how the floor manager harassed the new employees, made the waitresses do her chores, and constantly picked faults with the staff.

The degree of hemolysis was preliminarily judged not to be minor. Whether this child could be saved depended entirely on reviewing the male partner's test report.

"Give me the phone." Yiyi withdrew her hand from Li Kuapofu's large grip and spoke to him.

Yet in other mystic realms, the guild master was merely the most capable, not necessarily the strongest. As long as one was powerful, they would be heavily employed. The South Korean Mystic Realm Guild, however, operated differently: as long as you were attractive and only slightly weaker than the guild master, you were qualified to join.

At that moment, a sudden intuition struck her: this Iron Man was unquestionably bound to Lin Yaosheng by a thousand intricate threads.

"Alright. But, but could you carry me into the carriage? My, my legs refuse to obey me." Zhangsun Gou blushed all the way to her neck, her voice as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Greetings, General." Spotting Li Yu approaching, Zhao Liang, who had been busy tending to the medical clinic, hurriedly stepped forward to welcome him.

Thus, it was entirely justified that Chen Tang's renown far surpassed Gan Yanshou's in later generations, though Gan Yanshou was certainly no pushover either.