Volume One, Chapter 21: Wangshu Strikes, Xuantian Enraged

Five primal superpowers serve as the perfect pillars for the secret realm, not only resisting the turbulent currents of the outer space but also preventing the realm itself from further collapsing.

Looking at the unpowered electrical box and the microphone placed far away, Ling Zhou-Tian simply chose to ignore them. His program had not been registered; this was not a oversight by the school, but rather because Ling Zhou-Tian had disappeared when the programs were being submitted that morning.

Many of those with weaker martial arts, sensing the situation turning against them, shouted, "I surrender! You win! You win!" However, these pleas for mercy often went unheard by their opponents, who instead answered with lethal strikes.

"Someone online is cursing me, saying I'm fake, disgusting, and that it's all just a gimmick. They say the song I sang has no musicality at all, and that I'm just relying on pity and melodrama, otherwise, I would have been eliminated long ago..." Haizi tossed her phone onto the bedsheets.

As the elevator doors opened, she was met by a row of neatly dressed bodyguards in smoke-grey suits. The atmosphere was so heavy that she momentarily felt as if some illegal transaction were taking place inside.

When Chen Feng and A-Zhu arrived, they found long queues everywhere. Mystics and even novice mystics of varying cultivation levels were waiting, each carrying the items they intended to auction.

The tone of his voice carried a jarring emphasis that immediately made Elder Xiao feel uncomfortable.

The phone in her pocket kept ringing, and she had no idea who was calling. Jian Yijun stared blankly out the window, subconsciously pulling it out and placing it to her ear.

She remembered one time when she was ill, her master insisted she beat a piglet until it was half-dead, all just to obtain the finest cut of meat.

So, it was indeed to be ignored? Then again, as long as Yukino could ensure Kaoru’s intentions, the result would be the same whether he agreed or not, wouldn't it?

"Nonsense! Mutual slaughter among one's own kind—is that a proper method of cultivation?!" Whether explored on one's own or suggested by others, using such cruel means to achieve one's obsession easily leads to demonic possession; the man was no exception.

'Clang... boom...' Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Jin Xingzi was sent flying like an arrow released from a bow, sliding across the water for ten yards before stopping, creating a wave several yards high, while Zhulang remained standing steadily in his original position.

Yun Meng said sternly, "If I am not worthy, then you are even less so. Even if I must risk my life today, I will not let you succeed." The Qianfeng Sword slowly left its scabbard, radiating a chilling aura.

Feng Qiqi’s body swayed as she collided with one of the rooms, stumbling inside.

Sometimes Wuzhang wondered: if Wanjiao were alive, she would surely think he was dead. If forgetting him allowed her to live happily, that would be for the best. Wuzhang only wished for her to live with joy.

"What?! You can see it?" It was a spacious office. The speaker was in his fifties, wearing a police uniform, and appeared to hold a high rank.

Yukino held her forehead and let out a soft sigh, unsure if she was lamenting her own meddlesomeness or the fact that the Service Club had gained two more sources of trouble.

Princess Shu Ying was the Emperor’s own sister; if one were to compare them seriously, she was far more important than Yao Chuxi.

Gabriel, the symbol of truth, the arm of God in Heaven, and the leader of the four great archangels. After Lucifer rebelled against Heaven, she became the only official, highest-ranking angel in Heaven—a Seraph.

Although Mu Nanju appeared stronger than everyone else, it did not mean she had no need for him.

"Not necessary." Shao Wanyi rejected Shao Sisi outright, just as she was about to give her a final warning.

Upon hearing the news, Mo Suiyun’s calm and handsome face darkened. He lowered his voice to dismiss the guard who had come to report, then lowered his eyes to begin calculating in his heart.

After all, when chatting and making friends, who would consider such details?

Facing Jiang Han, the Five-Brake Ghost Child revealed a bloodthirsty, greedy look. Its three heads opened their mouths in unison, exhaling three breaths of corpse gas before leaping high with a roar to attack Jiang Han.

"Xizi, I don't think you need to go on this mission," Andrei said, looking as if he were worried about something, hesitating to speak further.

When Pei Yuche finished washing up and returned to Shao Wanyi’s room, he found that she was... still sleeping so soundly?

Perhaps it was the look in Xia Furong’s eyes earlier that had tugged at Fu Ran’s heart; her sympathy for Xia Furong grew even deeper. She simply found a nearby seat and sat down.

Braving the heavy rain, everyone worked hard, but seeing the escaped villagers entering the tents brought a sense of relief to Xia Jian’s heart.

"Who let you in? Get out!" Ding Zhaokun shouted, trying to muster his courage and use his authority as village head to suppress the intruder.

His loud clamor drew sideways glances from passersby, but the loud-mouthed man didn't care in the slightest, appearing rather pleased with himself.

Jiang Guotao’s subordinates swarmed around Liu Xinghao, a dense crowd of heads making for a lively scene. Just as Liu Xinghao was about to strike, he noticed that there was no killing intent on their faces; instead, they were all looking at him with expressions of admiration and respect.

To a practitioner, the human chest is a very important place. It contains what the immortals call the "Yellow Chamber," which is actually the Shanzhong point, known to physicians as the Sea of Qi—the sea of post-natal energy—where the body’s five viscera gather.