Chapter 17

Upon hearing this, all the beings present wore expressions of deep complexity, their faces reflecting a myriad of emotions, unsure of what to say. Yet, the vast majority understood clearly: the battle had reached such a stage that it could not simply end out of consideration for Fuxi’s dignity.

If it is difficult for a quasi-Sage to become a Sage, then possessing an innate spiritual treasure would not only give that quasi-Sage hope in cutting away the three poisons but also provide a significantly better chance of achieving true enlightenment and ascension than those without such a treasure.

It is said that Mount Buzhou is the only path from the mortal realm to the celestial realm, but alas, it remains perpetually cold and snow-covered, inaccessible to ordinary mortals on foot.

They truly did not care. When they first obtained this item, they had studied it thoroughly. While the madmen valued it somewhat, it was not to the extent of needing strict protection, so they fashioned it into a pendant and entrusted it to An Nuoyan.

“Yes, you are the bride, the bride with a face full of curly beard. Come now, bride, let me do your makeup again, dress you up nicely to meet your in-laws.” Ge Liang had already taken out a box of makeup, pressing his fingers inside before smearing it across Wei Yan’s face.

One joyful event followed another. After exchanging greetings with senior performers along with Li Zhengzhe and Huang Ying’er, Bai Majun felt less nervous. The place now resembled the backstage of a familiar ballad performance he knew well.

Putting ear tags on pigs was much simpler than vaccinations. One only needed to place the tag into the ear clamp, then gently press it onto the tip of the pig’s ear with a hand.

Zhang Shaozhuo, clutching a cluster amaryllis, approached Guo Shiyao once more—partly to express gratitude, partly to understand why she was so sorrowful upon seeing him. Yet Guo Shiyao showed no appreciation, feigning indifference as she said coldly.

“I challenge anyone to a game of Go. Who dares face me?” A four-headed, eight-armed humanoid being, thousands of feet tall, stood resolutely before a massive, rugged stone house, his youthful voice brimming with overwhelming battle fervor.

In truth, this was quite normal. Before immortality, the path of cultivation largely involved refining essence, qi, and spirit. Mastering just one of these to its utmost was already a supreme cultivation method.

Xu Hao saw his mother, Zhang Ning, appear at the gate with his younger siblings to greet him.

The sight of Zhao Suqing’s test paper, marked with bright red scores, stirred a slight commotion in the classroom, though it remained relatively quiet.

Although he knew Meng Fei was powerful, perhaps even abnormal, he hadn’t expected the other to evade his strike without moving a single foot, effortlessly.

Having eaten until the heavens shone brightly, Jiang Xun finally felt full and dragged Qin Mufeng back for a second nap.

Qin Mufeng took from his large backpack a box of custard pies, a box of chocolate pies, and a box of white peach milk.

Qiao Luo picked up her phone to send a message to Lu Peiyi; as a veteran player, he should know something.

At this critical moment, a flying sword shot through the air, slicing the wolves before them in half in the blink of an eye.

They had been on the Feiso plane for quite some time, having gathered extensive intelligence, none of which mentioned such weapons existing there.

Consumers then looked at other shoes, discovering many priced around a hundred to two hundred yuan that were both stylish and of good quality—shoes they could wear casually without worry—and eagerly placed orders.

Back then, they were all children. Yuan Lan leaned beside Du Xunfang’s bed, repeatedly changing ice water and chatting with her. Meanwhile, she stood silently, unable to speak a word, forced to leave to fetch medicine from the doctor. Upon returning, Du Xunfang was already asleep.

Iron Ruthless’s blade had somehow returned to its sheath; he cradled Yang Aoqing, who tightly closed her eyes.

Not to mention ordinary people, even many Heavenly Kings and their pets struggled to keep pace with the two.

Lu Yuan’s recent words sparked intense curiosity in both Hu Taotao and the chief examiner.

With such a boyfriend’s credentials, no matter how hard she searched or compared, she lagged far behind—pulling him out would only be a disgrace, utterly incomparable.

Ku Sanzi stood atop the highest peak of the Xunfeng Temple, holding the array plate of the Mountain Protection Formation. After some calculations, his face suddenly changed dramatically as he rapidly cast several spells.

Sensing the slightly awkward atmosphere, Doctor Strange added a remark, attempting to ease the tension.

The man stood nearly two meters tall, with dark skin and a bald head. Standing before others, he resembled a towering wall, exuding overwhelming pressure.

Now that Liu Chen had returned and driven away foreign forces, they could finally enjoy peace.

The other party had given their promise and even arranged a technical manager to liaise with them, demonstrating their seriousness about the matter.

Mu Wu suddenly felt wronged. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! You just made those two torment me to death, then said those things—you think I wouldn’t overthink it?”

“Enough, enough! You keep knocking on my head, I swear one day I’ll knock it right back!” Xiao Zhu clenched her fists, glaring at Qian Su’s head as she muttered to herself.

Jumping out like that inevitably makes noise. Isn’t that just openly telling the terrorists to fight head-on?

In the room, Kang Rourou had just finished breakfast. Mother and daughter sat by the kang stove, eating—the food brought from Lin Xiao yesterday was quite sumptuous, with both meat and vegetables.

“Babaka, one-star, eighth rank!” Qin Tian exclaimed excitedly, fists clenched tightly, feeling invincible and filled with power.

The company commander suddenly thought of a question: why had the integrated imaging night vision goggles on his eyes failed to detect Captain Xie’s whereabouts? Was the device malfunctioning?

“Alright.” Han Yunxi nodded. She also wished to test how loud the voice of the Di tribe’s chief was.

That finger, like a towering pillar, was deeply grooved. Suddenly, it stabbed down. Just as Wu Yongxing’s transformed Yellow Dragon was about to strike him, it directly slammed into Wu Yongxing himself.