Chapter 61

Page (1/3) Once he completely refines this fruit status, across the heavens and myriad realms, there will no longer be Ancestor Zhang the Celestial Master, but Ancestor Lu the Celestial Master instead.

"This song of yours has received high praise. Although I don't quite understand it, even my old man thinks it's very good. With so many people cursing it now, this isn't a good sign going forward," Song Pengfei said with some worry.

Lin Muzhi walked over to Mu Ya and whispered, "I'll be leaving first too." After saying this, he slightly raised the outer corners of his brows, as if hinting at something.

The system's arrangements were all very proper. The arrangement was that he learned stock trading on his own. After obtaining the rent from those eleven buildings, he invested some money into the stock market, and afterward, the snowball kept rolling larger and larger.

It was just that the Qingtao Sect had the greatest influence and the deepest roots in Licheng City, which was why Bai Jing tried to persuade them personally.

"This." Qingwu's hand trembled violently. She truly had never considered this question, but since even the Yin-Yang School could cooperate with the Mohists, this world wouldn't mind a little more fantasy.

Fang Yang's face turned slightly pale, as if his belief that mining cultivators were the aristocrats among working people was beginning to shake.

He chewed spiritual elixirs in his mouth while frantically devouring the spiritual stones in his hands, wishing to push his cultivation realm to greater heights. However, the ninth stage of Qi Refining was already the highest rank of Qi Refining; how difficult was it to continue climbing upward? In just three short minutes, it was simply impossible to improve his cultivation by much.

The very instant Bai Ziche retreated from the workshop, a glowing red branding iron flew through the air. Yin Jianxue casually flicked it away, and the branding iron drifted aimlessly into an oil vat, causing the entire jar of oil to burst into roaring flames.

Even if one's strength were formidable, a lack of numbers would ultimately reduce one to a plaything—such a naked and cruel survival competition.

This group of people basically needed everything, but aside from eggs and sea fish which were needed daily, their daily demands were inconsistent. Sometimes they needed dry wood, sometimes they needed hay for horses; in short, their requirements were bizarre. If you were lucky, you could even trade a few pounds of rice for the chili peppers stored in your home.

"Brother Siyan?" Ning Xiguang wore a哭笑不得 (speechless and amused) expression on her face. In just the span of a cup of tea, Xichen had already struck up a brotherhood with Lord Marshal.

……Although physically I couldn't accept this style of entrance, before I knew it, I had gradually grown accustomed to the fact that swords in another world could actually speak. Indeed, human adaptability is a terrifying thing.

Having fought my way through another world all the way up, I finally had a chance to squeeze into the victor's bracket of transmigrators.

The transmigrated group had already raised the compensation price from the original twenty percent of post-war reparations in the secret treaty to twenty-five percent. The little Japanies no longer wanted to give the people of the Great Song any excuse to raise the price further.

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Page (2/3) "Actually, there's no need for you to suffer here with me. You're not a military intelligence personnel; they shouldn't make things difficult for you. You should just go back." Liu Geqing did not want Lu Di to waste his youth because of him.

Though King Ling hid away and could no longer use a horse whip to strike him, he pointed at Su Xingcheng and hurled a torrent of curses, heaping every possible humiliation upon him, merely hoping that Su Muxue would surrender out of an inability to endure her father's abuse.

If Ruo'ao Yuejiao had led his men away last night, an army of thirty thousand marching out of the city would naturally have caused a stir across the entire metropolis. It was already fortunate that no one had cracked whips or set off firecrackers to celebrate his departure, and certainly no one would have seen them off with cheers; yet through his intelligence channels, he still knew where Yuejiao was heading.

As for Luo Jing's magical treasure... the Demonic-Slaying Blood Sword was stored within his dantian, and these disciples were unaware of it, so they simply escorted Luo Jing straight in.

Within the stone wall stood an ancient emperor whose eyes were also immortal spiritual eyes, resembling an immortal mountain severed midway from the immortal path.

His five-colored imperial robe flapped loudly, the Undead Taoist stepped above the myriad paths, and the five-colored heavenly blade slashed apart the Saint Body's fist.

"Draw talisman symbols and chant incantations? There's no need for anything so troublesome; those are things for Taoist priests to do," Zhang Fan smiled with a laugh.

Chen Nan was also stunned, never expecting this fellow to actually be Duan Xu. If Xu Changqing hadn't used the Evergreen of All Things, perhaps he would have had to face this guy himself.

If it weren't for the fact that both of them were profound Awakening-realm cultivators with considerable cultivation bases, they would have been entirely incapable of traversing such a blizzard.

Kenzuro, wearing wooden geta, wore a gloomy expression as he looked at the other party. He hadn't expected Edgar to hide things from him to such a degree. He had originally wanted to give Edgar a chance to give him a reason—a reason to back Dick—but now, the other party had no intention of giving him any reason at all, wishing instead to eliminate him directly to prevent him from getting in the way.

Because regardless of whether they cooperated or not, he was bound to plot the execution of Mephisto, and he could not obtain any benefits from Dick anyway.

Watching the demons begin to run amok and create terror, it seemed as though they could hear the angry curses of those people who had learned the truth.

Recalling Brother Chen's meticulous care and consideration for her, Daiyu felt an even greater sense of stuffiness and oppression in her chest.

Xu Zhishen's sleep quality had always been quite good, and he had never needed these two items nor carried them around with him. Thus, it went without saying for whom this equipment had been specially prepared.

Zhu Gaozhi's toast was agonizingly aggrieved. No one valued it, and no one cared that he was offering a toast on behalf of his imperial father—what was the point of him doing all this then?

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Page (3/3) Shazhu was almost choked by the smoke. He looked at He Yushui with a resentful expression, but He Yushui ignored his resentment, nor did she intend to analyze Qin Huairu's matters for him. She knew her brother far too well; analyzing it for him would be completely useless unless he figured it out on his own.

In his heart, he was already wondering whether he should properly purchase some insurance for himself; otherwise, the safety of his life and property could not be guaranteed.

"Yo, still drinking?" Seeing Shazhu drinking alcohol and failing to spot Elder Yi Zhonghai, Xu Damao walked right in.

"This gentleman's one hundred yuan—I'll pay it for him." Xu Zhishen translated what he wanted to say into Japanese, showed it to the clerk, and simultaneously placed a coin on the counter as he spoke.

She gripped her graduation certificate tightly, her palms sweating, while her face bore a nervous, excited, and bashful smile.

They all regarded Yun Ze as an idol—he was the target they strived to catch up to. A Soul King a little over eight years old, with Titled Douluo cultivation base, who wouldn't want to possess such a thing?

In the afternoon, Huang Fang appeared in Xu Damao's sight carrying a vegetable basket. At that moment, Huang Fang also caught sight of Xu Damao, and the moment she saw him, her anger suddenly surged up all at once.

After finishing celebrating Yuna's birthday, it should have been around six o'clock. Once she finished tidying up her things and went to pick up Miyeon, the timing would be just about right.

"Uh... Qingqing, wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to do this? I already have Zhao Caiyun and Mo Qingyu over on my side, and now hooking up with yet another princess—acting like this isn't good!" Long Yun said with some helplessness upon hearing Qingqing's words.

Lei Jun was such a straightforward person. In the past, he used to love speaking in a roundabout way, but now he had completely stopped doing so. Whether doing things or speaking, he was completely direct.

"It seems that unless we destroy it, we won't be able to get the snow lotus." Haolan's demonic blade had already left its scabbard, splitting the violent wind into two streams as he slowly advanced.

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