Chapter 48: Comprehending Yin and Yang within the Palace of the Vast Cold

Successfully entering the passage and arriving before the three innermost doors, Simon let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his hands together, and then gently pushed open the door.

After receiving the voice transmission talisman from Li Kui, he went to examine the martial artist with the bizarre physical condition. Upon personal investigation, he discovered that Xiong Shan's bodily state was far more severe than Li Kui had estimated.

Indeed, the Witch and Demon clans were cruel by nature and even desired to reign supreme over the Primordial Land, which was simply overestimating their own capabilities.

Old Man Sealing-Heaven said with worry, "If this is truly the case, then we are in deep trouble. The four major continents will be eroded by the Demon race one by one, and when the Demon race launches a simultaneous attack from all four continents toward the Central Continent, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Because rogue cultivators and assassins were desperate outlaws without any attachments, they dared to kill anyone regardless of who they were.

Aside from Blood-Fiend, the cultivation levels of the other six had also greatly increased, remarkably and uniformly entering the peak of the middle stage of Core Formation, seemingly just a step away from the late stage of Core Formation.

"Asking for leave!" Bi Zhuang and Shi Fangweng looked at each other once again, utterly unable to comprehend why this Yang Yu had solemnly run all the way here simply to ask for leave.

Meanwhile, Lu Kun appeared extremely mysterious among these Foundation Establishment disciples. His combat style had never been witnessed before, and other Foundation Establishment cultivators were all guessing what kind of cultivation technique he practiced that made its power so astonishing.

The horn for the counterattack against the Demon race had been sounded, and all factions along with the younger generation were eagerly rubbing their hands, preparing to set off.

Only primordial spirits of the exact same tier could contend for vital energy. If the primordial spirit chains that trapped Lu Kun were to fall upon him, he would likewise be unable to break free.

In November of the fourth year of Yongning, news reached the capital that Zheng Lun had killed Xue Shengying, seized Qingzhou, and declared himself independent. Feng Junyang submitted a memorial furiously denouncing Zheng Lun, stating that such an unloyal and unrighteous scoundrel deserved to be executed by everyone in the world, and requested the imperial court's permission to lead an army north in person to suppress Zheng Lun.

The first time, one could perhaps say it was for Yusheng that she let Chen Nian go, but what about the second time? It was also for Yusheng that she went into the mountains to search for Chen Nian. If she truly only wanted to scare Chen Nian away, why would she need to hide inside the carriage beforehand?

Mu Zhanyue took it and glanced at it casually. Seeing that Chen Nian beside him was continuously stretching her neck and peering over, he casually tossed the bronze token back to her.

When I went over to his spot to collect the tea set, I saw a hundred-yuan bill left on the table while he had already walked far away. I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

However, beneath these three, it was a matter of who was responsible for whom. While slowly holding up the purple piece in her hand, Qianwei concentrated all her mental energy on listening to the calling of the numbers coming from inside.

Out of overwhelming concern, Nie Yukun immediately took out his phone and dialed Miao Miao's number.

He was somewhat pleasantly surprised. They had been friends for many years, and this time they were going to cooperate to make headway into the jewelry industry together; he had not expected that he would personally come to China.

Everything seemed to have happened just yesterday, but Mao Qing before his eyes was clearly no longer the ambitious young man full of high aspirations from before. The previous passion was gone, and his brow bore the quiet sediment of passing years.

"Forget it, I don't want to tear your family apart. Didn't you say the old man's health condition isn't good? I certainly wouldn't want to anger my future father-in-law to death before even crossing the threshold. People would say I'm a jinx!" said Ma Hongmei.

Zheng Lun merely nodded slightly, then expressionlessly led Chen Nian back to Feng Junyang's courtyard.

Riding a horse along the road from Chang'an to Yuanlou Village, the wheat in the fields alongside had already turned yellow. The heavy wheat ears rolled in golden waves with the somewhat warm summer wind, carrying the drifting fragrance of wheat.

Just as dawn was breaking, Min's father was awakened by a hurried cell phone ring. Not knowing what was said on the other end of the line, Min's father's expression instantly turned dark, and after uttering a brief "I know!", he hung up the phone.

The roommate Lin Bin, who was playing League of Legends, heard Li Si's cursing, glanced at the screen, and couldn't help patting Li Si's shoulder as he spoke.

The reason it took two days was, apart from the sea area being far too vast, that they had passed by several islands threatened by blood-glaring freaks along the way and casually eliminated those blood-glaring monsters.

Only a few breaths apart, another four figures appeared flanking the stalwart figure. One of them looked at the bloody anomalous phenomenon emanating from the immortal cave, furrowed their brow, and asked aloud.

Shouldn't they ask the groom first? Fine, that wasn't the point. Wang Xi felt that the word "No" in her mouth was so heavy! Clearly, by just agreeing she could go back, why did she want to refuse?

"I can't compare to young master Klingen, I'm just a nobody!" Wang Xi smiled calmly, unhurriedly and steadily. Everyone couldn't help letting out low, suppressed laughs.

At this moment within Weber's heart, a strong emotion began to sprout—a kind of sentiment known as revenge.

Fortunately, when this swordsmanship was executed by Liu Ling, it seemed to contain the memories and insights of the Winter Sword Saint regarding this technique. Coupled with the swordsmanship experience Liu Ling had accumulated in his previous life, it enabled him to initially master it within a short span of time.

"Haiping, tell me, is it really the year 2016 now?" Li Mengshang asked hesitatingly, her nervous heart pounding violently. If it were true, then ten years of time had quietly slipped away while she remained unconscious.

Upon hearing this, Leng Yun became displeased. What kind of logic was this? The exhausting tasks were given to him, while all the favorable deeds belonged to his master.

"Just looking at a painting, it can't be that simple, right?" Jiang Li appeared somewhat unfathomable. He hadn't felt this so distinctly before, but just now when he met Jiang Li, this sensation became even more pronounced.