40 Setting Out for Canglang

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The High Abbot returned to the front hall and sat on a meditation cushion, his hands resting against his lower dantian. Ripples of Buddhist power emanated from his body, filling the entire hall before gradually receding. Moments later, the aura radiating from him grew even more profound and unfathomable.

Thus, when he had initiated the conversion, he had infused a trace of dragon power into the process; he had not expected the results to be so striking.

Lin Shu walked out of Lin Tai’s room, shaking her head in helplessness. Upon seeing Lin Chengshuang, she was overcome with a wealth of emotions.

However, Soga no Iname, who represented another major faction in the Yamato court, disagreed. He advocated for the spread of Buddhism, arguing that since the Buddha’s teachings had traveled from India all the way to Baekje, there must be inherent wisdom in them. Naturally, the Mononobe clan, with their limited grasp, could never hope to understand the profound truths of the Buddhist doctrine.

The deeper one ventured into the cathedral, the more frequent the bloodstains became. Large, arterial sprays covered the black walls and the scarlet carpet, and even the oil paintings depicting the descent of the Holy Son to save the world were speckled with dried blood.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan raised his hands and gave a gentle kick to the ground, sending the bank card flying toward Jin Jiuqian.

Once Ancient Domain City changed hands, and now with Flying Salt City also lost, those three major cities would belong to the Heavenly Wolf Empire. At that point, the Heavenly Wolf Empire would launch a three-pronged attack; even if the Prince of the South were exceptionally capable, he would likely have no choice but to die on the battlefield. After all, once those three cities fell, the remaining strategic passes would be of little use.

While Zi Lingtian and Yi Qian chatted, four more items had been auctioned off below, including a Tier 9 Mysterious-grade weapon, pills to enhance cultivation, and a fourth-order demonic beast. The bidding had been intense.

Wulawa’s strike missed, but regardless of where Chen Fan fled, he spun the bronze gong in his hand like the gears of a woodchipper, sweeping it horizontally in a full three-hundred-sixty-degree arc.

A pair of eyes, filled with bloodlust, betrayed a rare flicker of anger and killing intent. His strides became increasingly rapid.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lu Jue was more interested in the purpose of this person’s visit. Without saying a word to her, he raised his hand to summon a guard from the shadows and whispered a few instructions. Once the guard had departed, Lu Jue spoke to the visitor: "Follow me." With that, he turned and walked toward a two-story embroidered pavilion by the lake.

Nangong Linyi rushed out in a hurry, searching the nearby parks, but he could not find a trace of Nuo Mingyu, and her phone would not connect.

This time, Andy and his group had changed their battle plan, though it remained to be seen whether it would yield better results.

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"Are you proposing to me?" Ouyang Yingqi’s heart hammered against her ribs; she longed to know the significance of the ring.

"Clang, clang!" Following the sound, the blades held by Yu Sheng and Li Yu were swiped away by the sharp claws of the Dark Underworld Lord.

"You and Qian Mo have been there? Then let’s not go; let’s go somewhere else." Nangong Linyi stopped abruptly, watching her with a touch of jealousy. He had assumed this was the first time for her, only to discover that someone else had already beaten him to it.

"Oh no, he’s going to intercept my flying daggers!" Yu Sheng realized with horror that his opponent was using condensed battle energy to snatch the blades as they flew back to him. If the opponent caught them, it would be equivalent to him losing an arm.

Although the arrow did not hit the lich, it gave Leiwol great hope; in his eyes, the shot had only missed by a hair’s breadth.

Mei Xin’er had stepped in to help out of a sense of justice, but she used the pseudonym "Mei Wuxin." In her mind, the "Wu" generation was a generation higher than Xie Ban’gui, and since she couldn't bully him directly, pretending to be his elder was quite satisfying.

"Brother, get down!" Fatty Gao popped his head out from the cliff and scattered handfuls of spirit talismans into the abyss as if they were worthless paper. Beside him, Old Qian threw down a rope and pulled Xie Ban’gui up with all his might.

"Great! Thank you." Li Xingxing prepared to carefully preserve all the photos she had taken during these days.

Pierre Cardin had just opened a package of tea and was not yet ready to start when he was interrupted by Xuan Mo.

His face burned, and his heart felt heavy; tears flowed from his eyes before he even realized it.

Madame Zhao’s dissatisfaction with her had reached its peak. Leaning on her cane, she prepared to walk over and beat her.

Although it was a matter of parental orders and matchmaker’s words, was he truly expected to wait until the wedding day to tell Tang Bao, only to drag her into the bridal sedan by force?

However, the powerful effects of the drug came with severe side effects. Once NZT-48 was taken, it became highly addictive and triggered physiological reactions such as memory confusion, nausea, and vomiting. Moreover, stopping the drug would lead to fatal organ failure, requiring a slow, gradual reduction in dosage.

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When Xie Guiyan climbed out of bed and passed the dressing mirror in the room, she froze, taking a few steps back to stand before the glass.

"I hope this villa was built without any issues." I examined it carefully for a few moments and found no obvious problems, yet a strange feeling lingered in my heart.

Setting Li Ran aside, I gathered some unburnt peach wood branches, ignited them with a lighter, and slowly blew the resulting blue smoke toward Li Ran’s wound.

Zhao Chong, who already felt an endless sense of guilt toward Tang Ming, could not tolerate anyone insulting him in such a manner.

"Then what else do you know about the HR organization? I’m not in a hurry; you can tell me at your own pace." Since the Black Demon knew about the HR organization, it was better to extract intelligence from them; the HR organization had always been a thorn in Lei Zhan’s side.

Han Xue momentarily forgot about Qiao Huaren’s situation and asked Leiyi, while simultaneously thinking to herself, *I’ve always felt that this thug looks just like a soldier.*

"This barrier can be touched, but if you want to force your way through, you must endure the magic attacks attached to it. As long as you can withstand those attacks, the barrier will no longer block you," Kerimu replied.

Every one of the slaves in the group where Lin Fei resided was a deity, and the dozen or so high-ranking members of the Lin family were also all deities.

*Whoosh, whoosh...* Seizing the opportunity, Lin Fei channeled a massive amount of Puppet Threads, weaving them toward the target's divine soul.

"What standard?" Heizi, sensing the harsh tone in Lei Zhan’s voice, tested the waters; if Lei Zhan was truly furious, then perhaps the fate of this soldier was sealed.