048. The Dog-Training Side of Things

Even if Lu Fan could handle the unknown creature guarding the Spirit-Gathering Fruit, getting injured or even exerting too much energy would negatively impact his performance in the subsequent trials.

Whenever Bai Shuyun thought about how Young Master Ye and Xian'er had left Qingmo Mountain right on their wedding night just to track her down...

Nanyin glanced at Qi Yichen, and seeing how earnest he looked, she too began to enjoy the moment.

The third uncle was actually not old at all, just barely fifty-three, and upon hearing this recording, his face naturally turned ashen with rage. He watched Li Kai fall silent, and the expression on his face made it obvious to everyone what he was about to do.

Shen Yu looked at Feng Nan with emotion, smiled softly, and leaning down, pressed a passionate kiss to her lips.

Anzhi paid the bill, found a clean and cozy Western restaurant, and ordered a plate of spaghetti and a bowl of rich tomato soup.

Which rumor-monger started this nonsense? They don't just leave meat behind; they devour flesh and bone fragments down to the very last speck.

Actually, if Zhan Bingchuan wanted to leave right now, he could simply walk out, and these people probably wouldn't even react in time. Yet he did not leave. After kicking the heavy gate open, Zhan Bingchuan suddenly turned around and gazed at the old men.

The moment he stepped onto the thirtieth tier, Lu Fan's legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed directly onto the stone steps.

Their reputation for being unstoppable was true; nothing could resist their corrosion, and Planet X was facing potential destruction.

Anyone with even the slightest combat experience would know that under such circumstances, waiting for the general headquarters to approve a pursuit meant the enemy would have vanished long ago.

"Hiss—" Zhu Yan, Li Ziqing, Lin Xiushen, and Lin Yangxin all gasped in simultaneous shock upon learning that the legendary Saint of Needles had personally arrived.

Immediately, Wen Lianzi retreated a thousand meters away, waiting for Lei Gang. His eyes were filled with incomprehension; he could not fathom why, the moment Lei Gang arrived, all the wood-attribute spiritual energy began converging into Lei Gang's body. Wen Lianzi realized he could understand Lei Gang's depths even less—no, the truth was, he had never truly seen through him at all.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind swept past, blowing Misha's "tentacles" sideways.

Lei Gang expressionlessly produced another source stone of identical size, his indifferent eyes fixed coldly on the old man. Seeing the elder desperately suppress the joy welling up in his expression, Lei Gang let out a cold snort.

Lin Feng cast a glance, and the moment his eyes landed on the jade fragment, a powerful intuition struck him. This fragment was extraordinary. Silently accepting the jade piece from the yellow ox, the grudges between the two of them were finally settled.

Ancestor Tian Shi and Wushan were practitioners of the demonic path, achieving Dao through slaughter. They executed Lin Feng's "no-mercy" command with chilling efficiency, terrifying the low-level disciples of the Shushan Sect. Though there was some initial hesitation, after a massive wave of executions, they became thoroughly obedient.

"We will be good together from now on, everything will be fine! Once I finish what I have on my hands, I will retire with you to the mountains and forests, far away from the secular world!" Liang Yiping said.

"Shh, don't talk. Watch me take down this Li Bai in a second." Lu Yan stared intently at the screen, a faint smile curving the corners of his lips.

Bai Ruyi took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself and rehearsing every conceivable terrifying scenario she might encounter.

Yet the scene she had anticipated—where Zhao Tian would dodge out of the way on his own—never materialized. Instead, their vehicle suddenly ground to a halt and slowly levitated into the air.

He had originally intended to gift Ninth Uncle a magical artifact, but upon seeing the medicinal pill right before him, he felt he could no longer bring himself to offer it.

As she passed Yan Mengfan, Su Anchen provocatively arched an eyebrow at her, angering Yan Mengfan even further, though there was nothing she could do about it.

Ever since he emitted that strange cry, he could distinctly sense that the footsteps surrounding him were multiplying.

With a sharp crunch, the thief woman's arm snapped instantly, a jagged bone protruding from her elbow as a massive spurt of blood erupted.

In the realm of immortality, the Condensation Realm could hardly be counted as a true tier of cultivation. True cultivation began from the Dao Foundation, followed by the Golden Core Realm, and further above, the Nascent Soul realm.

The direction they had come from was Mingyun Village. Flying all the way from the outer fringes of Liyue Harbor and stopping near the snowy mountain, their route deviated from the usual mountaineering path.

The auction house was massive, its interior divided into three distinct zones primarily designed to host various types of auctions.

After all, to him, the New Earth was nothing more than an oversized toy devoid of any real challenge. If he chose to take action against it, accomplishing his goals would be effortless, with virtually no difficulties involved.

The expressions of Hu Tianxiang, Sun Zisheng, and Jing Lin were complex. Their earlier skepticism had stemmed mostly from envy and jealousy, but now they realized how utterly ridiculous their own thoughts had been.

Seeing this, the remaining dozens of disciples drew their swords—those who had them—while those without brandished their magical artifacts, every single one of them glaring with murderous intent.

A multitude of gladiators rushed forward in haste to engage in combat, but their strength paled compared to their opponents, and their magic proved utterly ineffective. Despite their overwhelming numbers, they found themselves completely helpless against the three giants for the time being.

Although Ye Bai's words carried a tone of reproach, a flush of crimson touched her dimples, revealing that her heart was far from calm. Had her endurance not been exceptionally strong, her joy would likely have shown on her face long ago.

"This..." Emperor Ling of Han found himself in a difficult position. Although this was the capital city of Luoyang, he could not guarantee absolute safety. If the Yellow Turban Rebellion were to strike Luoyang once again and he lacked sufficient force to suppress it, he would be in serious trouble.

This time, unable to restrain themselves any longer, they resolved to exact absolute vengeance upon humanity and thoroughly conquer the enemy empire.

It took Unerqi only half a day to master all five spells. This wasn't because he was a peerless prodigy of sorcery, but simply because the Mud Sorcery was remarkably straightforward.

Ye Kong found it hard to believe. After all, his lies were terribly clumsy, filled with glaring loopholes that could not withstand the slightest scrutiny.

"Master! What do we do!" There was a common saying that evil could never triumph over righteousness, yet everyone was currently at a complete tactical disadvantage. Even the Holy Venerable had no solutions left, leaving them no choice but to take things one step at a time.

The winter sunshine is amiable and gentle, soft and unassuming, devoid of any harshness or arrogance. Like the lingering, elegant fragrance of an orchid drifting softly on the breeze, it embraces your body, leaving you feeling warm and tender.