Chapter 37

Hua Qianwan never believed anyone could be scared into wetting their pants, but he believed it now, because he felt that if Mo Yu frightened him a few more times, he would do exactly that.

"Golden Core stage... at twenty years old. Am I seeing things? Master Hansong, where on earth did you dig up this precious gem?" Huiyu asked in astonishment.

Han Leng steeled himself and swallowed a Marrow-Cleansing Pill. The effect of this pill is to purge the body of impurities, making it easier to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, the experience of taking such a pill is not one of pleasure, but of torment.

The others remained silent, casting malevolent glares at the two youths, treating them like lambs awaiting slaughter, their faces filled with disdain.

This was not a lack of self-awareness regarding their own strength, but rather that opportunities for a genuine, serious fight are incredibly rare. Chances like this—where one can challenge a higher level of skill without the risk of losing one's life—are truly uncommon.

The beast lurking in the shadows must still be searching for an opportunity—a chance for a fatal strike! Surrounded by thickets and tangled vines, vision was severely restricted, and the monster hidden in the dark could launch an attack from anywhere.

"Very well. Keep a low profile when you enter the palace. Do not alert the Empress Dowager; it is unwise for us to clash with these people right now and waste our energy," Bai Zi cautioned.

He endured torture akin to a heavenly thunderbolt. As the electric arcs struck the body of the Thunder General Hua Mie, he suffered immense pain, yet the golden talisman beneath the water shimmered brilliantly, insulating him from the lightning so that no harm would spread to anything outside.

"Thank you," a death soldier said in a dry voice, thanking An Jinxiu as the sound of footsteps behind him faded into the distance.

Qin Yu'er stepped forward. Before she could speak, the Azure Dragon Sword on the stone platform, the "Jade Water Azure Dragon Sword" at Qin Yu'er's side, and the "Dragon Sword" at the waist of Lei Yu, who was gazing at the sky, all began to emit a faint, icy blue radiance.

Ye Zixuan spoke calmly: "I not only know your symptoms, but I also know that two months ago, in order to suppress the pain, you consumed Devil-Vein Grass. Although your symptoms eased slightly, the method you used to ingest this spiritual herb was incorrect, resulting in a peculiar poison."

Phantom Reflection City, though ostensibly called an artificial island, possesses an overall landmass comparable to the continent of Australia.

The film market is currently in a deep slump; making movies is almost a guaranteed loss. Directors and producers have no concept of box office performance, and the only internal drive to create films is to win international awards or attempt to secure overseas distribution.

To drink or not to drink? This Xiong Gang was a straightforward man; he had declared they were fated the moment they met and sat on the ground intending to drink and make merry. To put it kindly, he was forthright; to put it bluntly, he was a bit of a fool. If Wuji refused to drink, the man would surely be displeased, and might even jump up and fight him to the death.

Her cold-hearted Imperial Father had driven her away, and her gentle mother was gone. Where could she possibly go now?

Because Lin Chengqi’s goal for this livestream was to prove the potential crisis facing Earth and to boost his own popularity while collecting spiritual energy, he, as the host of the Wisdom Eye, naturally chose the most convenient path.

After an invisible illusion struck Wuji, his form visibly stalled. Lu Changyu seized the opportunity and kicked him, sending him flying backward. A gasp rose from the onlookers, including Lu Changyu and Qiguan Motong. Even Lu Changyu had not expected Wuji’s movements to suddenly lag by half a beat.

When she reached the final sentence, Ning Xi’s voice turned icy and bone-chilling, as if she would truly kill the other party if they tried to pull any tricks.

This news had to be the most explosive story of the late 20th century, but unfortunately, after thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Chen could not figure out how it was of any use to him.

Zhang Chen accepted Peter Thiel’s terms, but simultaneously proposed a progress clause: only when PayPal achieved certain operational benchmarks within specified timeframes would the stock options be granted.

Hua Feihua disliked arguing with others, but Hua Qianxun loved it; the two traits shifted between them unconsciously.

Everyone was speculating about who could be so wasteful—possessing such a superb sword technique and putting it up for auction instead of keeping it as a family heirloom.

With so many laid-off workers and the current state of the economy, the nation simply lacked the capacity to provide them with re-employment.

"What if I want Building No. 8?" Qian Jiangchen had no particular concept of money, but he was a perfectionist, and he felt that Building No. 7 simply didn't feel quite right.

"Didn't Boss Zeng swear he would become the leader of the Shanghai ship merchants and swallow up the local shipping business? Why has he lost his fighting spirit now?" Hu Yu took a pack of Japanese Peace cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to Zeng Chunsheng.

The security officer said thank you, hung up the phone while snickering to himself, and returned outside to recount Minister Wang’s reaction to his two subordinates, which sent them into peals of laughter.

If Bai Su’s Hunyuan Life-and-Death Needles could truly lead to the revival of Traditional Chinese Medicine as a mainstream international medical system capable of curing the vast majority of illnesses and saving countless lives, then Bai Su believed that when he passed on, it would be only fitting for him to stand alongside legends like Bian Que and Hua Tuo.

"Fine then." Huan Ling rolled her eyes at him, thinking that this guy really had no idea how high the sky was, actually insisting on the high-end options.