35 Journey to Canglang

Ziyu Rong’s knife moved with steady, unhurried grace. As she slowly rotated the apple, a ribbon of peel—about half a centimeter wide, thin and delicate—dangled continuously without breaking, a testament to her exquisite knife skills.

Zhang Jinsong was somewhat surprised to hear this. He had expected Wu Xianqi to object vehemently, not to be so gentle. Yet, this gentleness did not equate to consent; his implication was that Wu Yun must first persuade her mother. If she succeeded, he might agree, or he might still oppose it.

Pokémon can not only undergo forced evolution on their own, but the probability of mutations also increases significantly.

"I watched this match from the stands. I wasn't able to fight on the pitch myself, while my teammates were out there giving it their all. I am the least qualified to criticize anyone," Jonker said, shaking his head.

Although they had entered the interstellar age, where lighting was voice-activated and switchless, the emergency fire apparatus remained a universal necessity across all eras. With a smash of the red emergency button, the power to the entire room was instantly severed.

As time passed, the puddle of sludge on the ground remained motionless, and A-Zhi gradually began to sense that something was wrong.

Therefore, feeling helpless, Ichiro Kawaki could only urge Wakaka Mochizuki to evacuate early. In his eyes, her safety was paramount; everything else was truly secondary, or at the very least, not something to be considered at this moment.

Xiao Cheng was surprised by this. Tang Qingyan was fresh, refined, and graceful—utterly out of place on a battlefield of flowing blood and carnage. She was not suited for such cruel warfare; why would she want to join the fray? It was completely inappropriate.

He could see her reacting in pain whenever she was struck by lightning, yet Zhang Wei watched her desperately refocus her mind to keep tanking the monster, demonstrating a tenacity that hardened under pressure.

Han Feng’s mind went fuzzy, his soul power severely depleted. The wolf-tooth blades in the air instantly spun out of control and came clattering down; two of them even pierced his protective spiritual aura and embedded themselves in his thigh. Han Feng let out a few strange cries and ceased his refinement of the blades.

Though they had lost their Supreme Demon Emperor and the world’s number one demon, the Flame Demon, the Ten Demon Assembly—possessing a myriad of demons—remained the unassailable peak of the demonic path. However, demons had always preferred chaos; if the world were in turmoil, it would be a divine mercy if they didn't add fuel to the fire. It was unlikely they would step forward to divide the lands of the three peaks or put an end to the demon wars.

Yet, the more complex a mecha, the more demanding it is to pilot. Only those with powerful mental energy can command such formidable machines in battle.

After Yang Rushin and the others emerged from the poisonous miasma, they released the few elderly people and woke them up one by one.

After Su Ling’er’s fans learned that Sheng Xuewei was the culprit who caused Su Ling’er’s fracture, they turned from fans to haters, and Sheng Xuewei’s public favorability plummeted to freezing point.

Sheng Xuewei felt nervous. Although she desperately wanted first place, she had become much more subdued after being warned by the chief planner.

Two trending topics rapidly climbed to the top spot. It had to be said that whenever Mu Jiao’s name was involved, Weibo would explode again.

Everyone watched as a golden thread slowly rose from the base of the black ruler, made of an unknown material. It stopped after rising only three notches.

"Hmm? What is not yet prepared?" Su Yanqing leaned in slightly, his eyes filled with a playful, ambiguous glint.

She knew what she was doing, and she knew the purpose for which Zhang Linyang wanted her to do it. She was nothing more than a tool for that man, a ladder for him to climb, and she herself only wished to remain in the Imperial Capital and seize the chance to change her own destiny.

Then, Zhang Fei produced another battle axe, the same size as the Man-Wu Battle Axe, but this one was silver. "The Wind and Cloud Battle Axe possesses vast and majestic power, capable of shearing through gold and jade. It is superior to the Man-Wu Battle Axe at the auction." With that, Zhang Fei handed the Wind and Cloud Battle Axe to Che Langting.

She looked at him, her clear, watery eyes shining with a resolute light—so stubborn, yet so dazzling.

Fu Renjie let out a miserable shriek, followed by a demonic roar. Enduring the agonizing pain, he whipped his massive dragon tail forward with all his might, his enormous dragon claws—imbued with the power to tear through the void—flailing in a frenzied battle against the nine-headed bird.

The knife sliced through the meticulously fastened buttons of Aiya’s school uniform, loosening the jacket to reveal the sweater and shirt beneath.

As the final words fell, Lu Jingtian suddenly approached, cupped Rong Yan’s face, and kissed her in front of everyone.

Nangong Lingyue was sitting close by. Even though Nangong Qian had lowered her voice, she still heard what was said. And so, she laughed.

It was only because he had severely wounded his foundation during a breakthrough that he had been unable to advance for so many years.

Bai Yu knew that Ximen Zhui-Xue was a steady man. Since he was aware of the gravity of the situation, he would naturally not be negligent.

They were lost in the passion of their various intimate exchanges, never imagining that these movements were being recorded—it was practically comparable to adult films from the island nation.

Listening to her final words, the man’s eyes darkened as he pondered. Was she truly treating him as a substitute for that so-called "Jingshen"? Or was it, as she claimed, that he had been the only one from the very beginning?

Just hearing these words, Liu Xi felt a complex mix of emotions; she was happy for her sister, yet pained that their praise for her sister felt like a rebuke of her own fragility.

This time, she was not drawn to the spatial laws she studied most often, but to the laws of the soul. At that moment, she seemed to have entered another world—the world of her own soul.

If not for the presence of so many subordinates, Hao Yu might never have stopped Zhang Yi from doing what he wanted for his own sake. He might even have done him a favor.

Following his routine of two thousand push-ups, he practiced the Sanda techniques he had mastered. He discovered that as he became more proficient, these simple movements underwent changes he could not quite articulate.

Leng Yihan brought hot water from the spa bathroom, first carefully washing her face, then personally removing her shoes and socks. He placed her feet into the hot water, rubbing her tender, white skin and giving her a foot massage.

"..." Su Zige raised an eyebrow. Based on what he had seen at the Water Pavilion, the fact that Qingyuan was the young master of the pavilion did not surprise him in the slightest.

"What do we do now?" Yan Qing was also extremely annoyed by these opponents they couldn't strike with full force; it was stifling. Yet, there were no other exits here. How were they supposed to pass this stage?

Cui’er only shook her head, shrinking further into the carriage. She had made up her mind: even if it killed her, she would never go near that person again.