Sorcerer 09
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“Zuo Hua, you accuse me of causing your brother’s death, and no matter how I explain, you refuse to listen. Truly despicable.” Cheng Yang spoke coldly. “Zuo Wumu was my close friend, and for his sake I have refrained from acting against you. Now, I’m afraid I can no longer hold back.” As he spoke, he glanced at Zuo Wumu, who quietly nodded in response.
“A mere sleeping powder—how could it possibly incapacitate an alchemist?” Cheng Yang sat up, sneering. With a sweep of his left palm, a gust of wind tore away the mask from the man's face, revealing his true identity under the faint flicker of firelight; it was none other than Wang Gang, who had been missing.
My grandfather was so frightened he became like this. I recall the yellow note mentioning that a rat once bit someone in the house; it must have been him. Given that rats gnawed at the elder generation, his fear of them is understandable.
Today is but the preliminary round held in each major city. The top hundred contestants will gather outside the Pill Hall of Four Corners City for the mid-stage competition. After several rounds of elimination, only the top ten will remain.
In the end, Chen Dengxian could not withstand their persistent questioning and reluctantly revealed that the old man’s surname was Yu, and he had taken part in numerous battles throughout his life—a soldier to the end.
Pang Tong mused: two thousand men attacking a city defended by a thousand—it's no surprise if a thousand are lost.
Content: Noir sent me a private message today, complaining about how difficult ancient Helka star language is to learn. I replied that I found it manageable and hoped he wouldn’t ask me for help. In any case, someone else can serve as backup.
Zi Xuan thought to herself: If Sun Li, who refused to join the pill masters of Wu Dan City, had known about these differences and the decent treatment upon entering the sect, she surely wouldn’t have left so eagerly.
Yao Xinluo lay obediently in his arms, her mind wandering until she finally regained her senses and said, “Brother Li, I can’t stay out too long—I still need to buy a few things.” Without buying anything, how could she explain her absence?
Captain Tianfeng dared not be negligent. Dense green light blossomed, forming a shield of spiritual energy. Heavy and engraved with intricate green runes, it flickered and would undoubtedly withstand attacks from a Golden Immortal.
Chu Tiansheng’s cultivation had just reached the initial stage of Grandmaster. For Lin Chen, this was hardly a challenge—he could deal with it as easily as breathing.
In the afternoon, the leaders of the four nations began to focus on post-war affairs, chief among them the establishment of a strong international organization.
Yet, since Liu Xing and Guan Qiushui’s wedding was set, these people gradually restored their relations with Ren Xia, becoming even closer than before.
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He had watched that girl leap from a novice cultivator directly to the seventh rank of Imperial Spirit. If anyone knew, they would surely faint from shock.
Her skin appeared unusually pale, as if she had suffered a serious illness. Yet I found her strangely captivating.
“It’s just curiosity,” she said, causing Yang Yezi to choke and feel embarrassed. But once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.
If anyone were watching now, they would be deeply shaken by the scene. Over a thousand restrained yet devastating attacks, powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth—a rare spectacle.
“Wow, so much delicious food!” Tian Tian stared at the table laden with dishes, drooling for a long time.
The plan to use the government conference room in Quliu Town for a report meeting was changed two minutes ago by Pan Guangnian, who insisted they first visit the sweater market construction site.
Could it be these restless “bald men” are seeking something, using the hands of evolved humans to explore?
“Who? Who the hell is causing trouble… courting death…” Sun Pangzi jumped up, cursing loudly.
After forcing herself to finish the drink, Han Shui’er slumped in her chair, her slender, pale fingers pressed tightly between her brows as she shook her head.
Because this city belongs to them—they are its masters, and the city is merely an accessory. So, if they do not protect it, it isn’t an insult to the city.
On the battlefield, the man’s features were dignified, the lines etched by time making his mature appearance stand out—clearly someone who had endured much.
Sadly, though high-grade yellow pills are hard to obtain, this bottle seemed to lack appeal and fetched only nine hundred thousand at auction.
As night fell, Han Shui’er walked alone along the coast, battered by waves. The sea breeze lifted her black curls, swirling them in the air, making her appear exceptionally beautiful.
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Just how skilled is Li Nan in medicine? He’s only a half-year intern—can he really handle a major internal surgery? Li Nan himself was nervous, but faced with the situation, he had no choice but to step up, regardless of his abilities.
“Brother Ling Qian, if anything happens later, I hope you won’t mind.” Xi Xing cupped his hands to Ling Qian, his smile brimming with unmistakable disdain.
Anran was puzzled. She suspected that being close to darkness would stain one’s soul. Was he planning to become another Lan Guanzi, all mysterious and speaking in riddles?
The Song family disciples immediately realized they had discovered a new vein of starstone ore, and the group rushed toward it.
“Heh, Ling Qian, do you know me?” A voice, as soft as silk, interrupted Tian Yan. A figure of unparalleled grace appeared before Ling Qian.
Combined, these factors meant the child’s accent lacked any particularly distinctive features. They were hardly experts capable of discerning subtle differences to find stronger clues.
Nothing has happened yet, which means Li Ming is simply dealing with some trouble—nothing serious.
Intent techniques are not ranked; their power depends on the strength of one’s mental force. But once mental force reaches a certain level, intent techniques are no longer used.
Liu Lu still wore her ink-black robe. Though the garment was oversized, it could not conceal her exquisite figure. Her slender body and stunning beauty were like a celestial maiden in a painting. Yan Yuxi, clad in a crimson battle armor that accentuated her curves, was no less beautiful than Liu Lu, yet possessed a wilder charm.
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