Upon hearing about this type of swordsmanship, Zhangsun Xiu was quite eager to witness it himself. But then he remembered that Wang Xingxin was still recovering from a beating he’d received from Cheng Yaojin, and secondly, trying out the technique might just injure him further. So he refrained from asking Wang Xingxin to demonstrate.

At this moment, Li Yang couldn’t tell if she should be happy or worried. On the one hand, she had refined the dark mist that had enveloped He Qingchuan, causing her bottleneck at the eighth stage of Qi Refining to show signs of loosening and potentially breaking through.

The man holding two swords didn’t say a word. He had narrowly avoided being struck by something falling from the sky, and now he wasn’t in the mood to speak.

Yin Feng pointed out mistakes as he tapped his sword’s edge precisely on the blade of his opponent, deflecting it each time with precision. His critiques were undoubtedly spot-on.

But now that the Underworld’s war had reached Earth, the difference between White Spirits and Ghosts had become irrelevant. Both groups absorbed human flesh and blood, turning souls into their resources—something that directly affected his interests. So he had no choice but to intervene.

The Maoshan Sect’s "Dragon and Tiger Elixir" was far superior to the "Guiyuan Pill." Not only did Lian Haiping return all their losses, but he also gave them three pills, restoring their hope threefold. How could they not be thrilled?

Upon arriving at the large encampment, Wang Xingxin and the other three were assigned a single tent. After spreading some dry straw inside and tidying it up, Wang Xingxin lay down on the straw and had no desire to get up again.

Once he was fully active, he noticed the warm autumn sunlight spilling into the pavilion, casting spots of white light throughout. Even the old tree, stripped bare of leaves, seemed to come alive.

Lu Ping was taken aback. If he took them on one by one, he felt confident he wouldn’t miss. But now, with several pebbles being thrown simultaneously, not only did the accuracy matter, but controlling the strength so each stone hit its target precisely was a challenge.

“Homemade gardenia perfume.” Qin Feng extinguished the black flame in his hand, his gaze deep and calm as he spoke.

Skull soldiers charged from both sides, surrounding the cave people who had rushed inside, gradually swallowing them up.

“Lu Chen, Lu Chen, are you in there? I wondered where you’d disappeared to; turns out you came here looking for that fox spirit!” At that moment, Feng Jiaoniang’s voice echoed from outside the door.

In truth, "Hundred Flower Scent" served the same purpose as "Yuhua Incense." In ancient times, perfumes didn’t exist, so people used fragrances to scent their clothes, with nobles favoring various floral scents. Thus, the "Hundred Flower Scent" was born.

"Sorry, but your family cannot serve as verification. Moreover, material evidence is what matters most in this case."

The high-caliber anti-aircraft shells, lacking any electronic guidance systems, slowed dramatically upon entering the forest’s magnetic field. They fell as gently as leaves, without any sound or threat to those within or the forest itself.

Despite his struggles with controlling the heat, which resulted in one side turning slightly charred, the chefs were moved that he had managed to make something edible.

Bao Baobao pointed to Bao Yourong’s bedroom, smiled, and clumsily shuffled back to his room, shutting the door and even locking it.

The dark collar contrasted with his jade-like, snow-white skin, and the noble dragon pattern on his robe added to his aura of laziness, grace, and charm, tempting and alluring.

Chu Yangyang placed the land deed and key on the table, then gently lowered Xie Lingyu’s head onto her lap. Turning, she reached for the thin blanket on the couch and covered him, letting him rest while leaning on her.

The Smiling Tiger glanced down again, finally noticing a fresh bullet hole in his chest. Blood, along with his life force, was steadily seeping out.

"Senior Brother Hong." Along the way, several younger students greeted him. They had joined the Huaxia Martial Arts School after him, so while they were all first-year students, Hong Wu was indeed their senior.

After a few words with her sister Feng, Kikyo nodded to Su Yuan, signaling for him to wait, before heading off to another part of the village.

Elder Yan didn’t say a word, merely letting out a faint hum as he clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the dome of the Academy of Maoxue.

“So, let go of that useless pride, will you? I’ll take you to apologize to Jiang Xuanye. This might bruise your ego, but at least it’ll keep you safe. It’s a chance, after all.” Ji Wu’s voice softened, especially on the last sentence.

“What’s the target? Can we confirm its location?” With no other options, the President steeled himself, asking about the target’s coordinates as he prepared for rescue efforts.

The cloaked figure had given Fang He a weapon, so he hadn’t died from the weapon’s blast. This alone spoke to Fang He’s resilience.

Two figures emerged from the portal created by Tenseiga and Tetsusaiga, their faces pale. Inuyasha, having lost the spirit energy of Tetsusaiga, performed a roll as he tumbled from the rift, injured.

“Deploy security personnel to the ground level and kill these people in order, avoiding that Asian man if possible!” Hadley ordered in a grave tone. Though using these killings for sacrifice wouldn’t be as effective, it was better than nothing. With all the other branches having failed, he had to rely on his own branch for a successful sacrifice.

Even the final move of the Five Elements Sword Technique, the earth-attribute technique, had begun to form in his mind, taking shape bit by bit.