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The village chief had never skinned a snake before and was unaware that by making a cut along the belly, the skin would come off easily. Instead, he peeled the snake's skin in a circular motion, forcefully pulling it downward.

“My goodness, it’s frozen solid—can it even be used?” Long Haochen watched, not forgetting to pop a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

A moment later, Xiang Hao suddenly felt a thunderous roar inside his head, and then sensed what seemed like an endless array of formations rushing into his divine palace.

Outside the Beast Pool, countless Heaven Realm experts stood guard. All the peak cultivators of Heaven Realm were paying attention to this place. Jiang Yu was already at the center of the vortex; if Qin Ye died, matters would only grow more complicated.

When they reached their destination, they were stunned by the scene before them. A massive, bottomless ravine stretched out, with no houses in sight—only a desolate, chaotic expanse.

Xiao Feng, his face twisted with ferocity, grabbed the crystalline tentacle and yanked it back with a sudden, violent motion.

Confronted head-on, Rosen was actually forced back, shocking Mu Qingqing and the others below.

He was well aware of what had happened a month ago—his own grandfather had exchanged Xiang Hao’s forgiveness for the price of the Creation Liquid.

As they spoke, Fu Xi suddenly thought of a question. Even Demon Night Black Tiger and Teng Snake didn’t know the answer, but perhaps Gu Chongyang, with his vast knowledge, might?

Yet ultimately, it was Liu Zhang who had failed to honor his word, while Liu Yong held the moral high ground. Though Yan Yan’s expression was severe, he found himself at a loss for counterargument.

“Siyan, little sister!” Ding Sanyang called out to Duanmu Siyan, both hearts on the deck trembling at the same time.

Accustomed to flight delays, Guo Xihao hadn’t expected the train to arrive half an hour early. Dressed in wrinkled clothes, he crouched at the entrance of the station, lit a cigarette, and had barely taken a few puffs when a stranger tapped his shoulder and spoke to him.

Rarely did the great master show emotion, and it was even more uncommon to see him in such an obviously good mood as today.

In the distance, shortly after, two piercing cries echoed across the sky; with them, several dismembered bodies fell from above—the unmistakable remains of the Pegasus commander and the Azure Lotus commander.

“We wouldn’t dare. Had we known you were a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, we would never have come to make trouble.” The man kowtowed fervently as he spoke.

Beside him, Lu Qi and Uncle Lin, upon hearing that name, looked equally shocked. They were silent for a long time before finally responding in hushed tones.

The Illusory Emperor’s mastery of illusions was unmatched in the universe, earning him immense fame. Previously, he single-handedly trapped nearly all the great powers of the Five Sacred Grounds of the Divine Realm, a testament to his formidable strength.

Stepping out of the detention center and basking in the warm sunlight, Guo Xihao felt an overwhelming sense of closeness.

She glanced back at the battlefield, where the two masters continued their fierce battle, turning day to night and obscuring sun and moon.

“This isn’t good. Instead, we should say that Hong Tianze was injured by Qiu Jing on the arena and, enraged, sent assassins after Qiu Jing. However, the water fortress was tightly guarded, so the assassination failed. Qiu Jing was gravely wounded, but the assassins were captured.” The strategist explained.

The legendary Sky-Charging Bell remained as black and unremarkable as ever, tucked away in a corner, unnoticed.

As Wu Wei finished speaking, he began to unleash his soul power. The Five Saints believed Wu Wei still inhabited the body of a descender, but after his rebirth, his body had been reforged by unknown substances from another world and thus had become truly divine, capable of manifesting all his inherent power.

“Hehe, brother looks so handsome when he’s sleeping.” Changsheng giggled, lively as ever. Having spent so much time at Su Yang’s side, Changsheng’s personality had improved greatly—at least among acquaintances. In front of strangers, he remained as timid as ever.

Rather than letting Qi Yang recover in fear out in the other house, Ling’er preferred staying here. Once Qi Yang’s injuries improved, they could consider returning to their original courtyard—perhaps by then the enemy would have withdrawn.

This young man was strikingly handsome, standing tall at eight feet, with sword-like brows and noble features, bearing some resemblance to the cult leader. Yet his arrogant demeanor, as though he alone ruled the world, inspired a certain dislike.

As for shoulder and knee joint issues, they were common among cooks, accustomed as they were to chopping and stirring.

The elders of the clan council were unwilling to take the lead, so the matter was temporarily shelved, awaiting Jia Min’s intervention.

But now was not the time for such thoughts. He replied calmly, “Understood,” then hung up, leaving the Chen scion dumbfounded. His greatest support had just ended the call?

“Because that ‘Qi Yang’ forced his way into the Capital Branch of the Hundred Venoms Divine Cult, not some other place,” Qi Yang said, giving no further explanation.

The patriarch was a knowledgeable person, seasoned by years of hardship. The earlier panic was simply due to the suddenness of the event and concern for the precious jade; in the heat of the moment, she had lost her composure.

Upon entering, she saw her mother leaning against the bed, hands clasped over her chest, her expression unreadable.

The roast chicken served in the restaurant was made from free-range mountain hens. Their meat was firm and flavorful, but they were small, the largest barely reaching two pounds and seven or eight ounces. Once cleaned, less than two pounds remained, and after deboning, there was very little left. Yan Lin, finding one insufficient, reached out and grabbed two more.

Ye Yunchen, you simpleton, why bother meddling? Can’t sleep well, games aren’t fun, but you still involve yourself in such nonsense, and now you’ll have to work overtime.

Her head, too, followed their gaze unconsciously, but with so many people around, she couldn’t see what they were looking at.

Wan Xuan hurried forward to check their breathing. Fortunately, they were alive, merely unconscious.

On this day, Yan Xi completed the paperwork, met her colleagues and direct superior, transferred the relevant Defense Ministry areas, and thus the day drew to a close.