Chapter 101: Discussing the Dao

They shrieked and clamored with great fervor, yet when it came to actual combat, they were utterly dismantled by Qiao Kui in less than three moves, forced to flee in utter humiliation.

Jiang Shu chuckled, showing no intention of seeking retribution for his disciples, and led the group back to the Spirit Realm. Although there had been a slight mishap, his objective was achieved. After today’s events, Zhong Shenxiu and his companions would be forced to focus most of their energy outside the Spirit Realm; after all, it was truly perilous to only realize they were under attack once the enemy had already breached their doorstep.

Yue Ling naturally knew that Xue Yan was a restless sleeper, so he had intentionally curled up on the very edge of the bed to keep his distance, yet he had never imagined her sleeping habits could be quite this chaotic.

The sudden turn of events threw the already fractured Imperial Guard into a state of panic. Seeing their colleagues as potential traitors, they drew their blades in self-preservation, and within moments, the area beneath the city gate descended into complete anarchy.

Within the kingdom, there existed many mages' guilds, the most famous of which was "Fairy Tail," a gathering place for many formidable mages.

Chu Lingxiao had always treated the patients who trusted him with equal care; he would never categorize them into different classes based on their wealth or status.

Yoshino walked onto the stage with a sense of resignation. This time, she wore no protective gear; it seemed that despite her tendency to slack off, she still wished to hone her Digital Soul.

The flying slash, in which so much hope had been placed, shattered instantly, and then a scarlet crescent moon occupied the entire field of vision with the crushing weight of Mount Tai.

Alice could not understand it at all; Pell seemed frozen, completely unresponsive no matter what she did.

The simplest way to achieve all-around improvement is through combat—to nurture one's strength through battle and grow stronger in the heat of the fray.

"That’s for sure. Don't let the magnificent, opulent appearance of the Celestial Realm fool you; things that look beautiful aren't always reliable!" I did not have deep feelings for the Celestial Realm, holding only a few attachments, such as my friends Teng She and the Divine Lord Qinglong.

Her voice was melodious and soft, yet her tone was firm, clearly revealing great confidence, or perhaps even a hint of hidden pride.

However, Xu Wuyou managed to withstand the blow. In fact, before Wu De could even finish his sentence, he had already plunged into a vortex and vanished.

Behind him, a sword light and aura, roughly ten meters in height, suddenly surged upward. It pulsed and breathed violently, manifesting the incredible power of materialized internal energy to the world.

Moreover, it was not just one, but seven of them. Facing seven times the agony, it was a miracle that Wutian didn't start cursing.

The youth who called himself Michael was a beautiful boy with chestnut hair and blue eyes, appearing to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore white-and-gold priest robes, a hood draped over his head, and carried a solid gold cross on his back.

The diners, as if touched on a sore spot, grew agitated one by one, loudly berating the person who had "spoken out of turn."

Yan Dulong and the big guy Xiang went back and forth, chatting away and leaving the youth completely ignored on the side.

The private room was deathly silent, save for the faint sound of Shi Yunhan’s fingers tapping nimbly against her phone screen as she typed.

As Vengeful Monks, they were immortal as long as their resentment remained, but that didn't mean anyone wanted to be torn apart by a giant crocodile for sport.

"Did you notice?" the Totoro on the side whispered silently, clearly having observed the way Lin Ai furrowed her brows.

In reality, however, the idea of "good pay, light work, and close to home" was the primary factor driving Fujiwara's actions.

It was understandable for the Jade Emperor to kill the chicken to scare the monkey or consolidate his power if he feared someone might threaten his throne—dismissing officials or arresting people were within the realm of reason—but moving the entire Celestial Court was simply inexplicable.

Lin Chengyun said, "Yes, Master." Without any visible movement, a red silk ribbon flew from his sleeve, coiled around the hilt of a sword at the waist of a Celestial Demon Sect disciple, and with a gentle tug, the blade flew slowly toward him.

Steward Xu groaned in pain, and Jiang Liu said, "Hold your tongue and stay quiet, or I shall cripple your other arm as well." Steward Xu did not dare to let out another breath. He answered every question Jiang Liu asked; Zhang Chong was indeed hosting a banquet in the Plum Blossom Hall, and Liu Dechang was among the guests.