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With that obstacle out of the way, Chu Chen finally produced the diagrams and blueprints that had served as his secret weapon for victory in every previous battle, clearly delineating even the most advanced array formations.

After seeing off the Diviner, Chu Chen walked back toward the military camp with a light and carefree step, only to catch sight of a slender figure halfway there.

Relying on these three unspoken arcane secrets, the Xuanxiao Sword Sect had developed into a behemoth over the course of just a few centuries.

She took charge of the Si family, established the vanguard guard, and disregarding everyone's objections, dispatched her own younger generation to act as the vanguard.

After freezing for a few seconds upon seeing him, Gu Qingsi was about to step forward and embrace him when she noticed a streak of bright red blood beneath his nose.

"Is that even the same thing?" Xiang Wan gazed out the window. Since he was unwilling to meddle in this affair, what could one possibly demand from him—scoldings or beatings?

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Noble Consort Quan twirled a peach blossom branch, leaning against her chaise longue as she casually teased a few longevity turtles in a ceramic jar. Palace Lady Lanying walked into the inner chamber and leaned close to her ear to whisper a few words.

Although he truly felt no emotional attachment to the Ye Group, it now belonged to him, after all. Naturally, he would not allow them to wreck it just like that.

Meanwhile, Gao Xinya was indeed conscious, yet her consciousness seemed tightly imprisoned, utterly unable to break through that final barrier.

As things stood, Xia Jinyuan was Huangfu Ye's betrothed bride. To encounter each other on such an occasion—even if they were being affectionate—was nobody else's business.

And yet, through sheer coincidence, he had stumbled into this genesis fluid. What surprised him even more was that this genesis fluid actually turned out to be a priceless treasure that aided in physical tempering.

It was a kind of innate talent that grew increasingly detached in the face of life and death, allowing one to concentrate their mental focus to the absolute limit and unleash their ultimate potential.

Because Qin Yue was endowed with the miraculous Ningshu True Qi, cleansing his body was a much simpler task. While his apparent mysophobia in daily life might not seem severe, that did not mean Qin Yue neglected such matters.

In an instant, the flames of war ignited, battle aura surged to the heavens, battle cries shook the firmament, and an overwhelming killing intent pervaded heaven and earth, causing the cosmos to change color and ghosts to wail. Though the snipers held a numerical advantage, they could not gain much of the upper hand.

Although the temperature was not particularly high, she was dressed thinly and holding a bottle of iced water; as the cold wind blew, she shivered uncontrollably.

Though his son's cultivation realm was somewhat lacking, he had nonetheless reached the early stage of the metal attribute. It was a pity his martial spirit was merely a flower; yet, according to his son, the poppy martial spirit had played a crucial role in allowing them to successfully escape from the clutches of Lucifer's demonic grasp.

The sun had not yet set, but an ocean breeze had already picked up, carrying a salty scent and feeling cool against the skin.

He wore only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his sturdy and robust chest bare. Several well-defined muscles extended from his waistline down beneath the towel, their lines remarkably smooth and pronounced, alluring enough to cause a nosebleed.

Judging from his appearance now, although his original features were no longer discernible, one could tell he had not looked bad at all simply by observing his still extraordinarily handsome face.

Thus, An Xin and the medical department, acting under Elder Xia's high-pressure mandate, very swiftly signed the agreement previously negotiated between the United Nations and the Empire.

Furthermore, Nangong Qu seemed to have no intention of keeping things under wraps, as he had also arranged a grand procession. He wanted everyone to know that the one he loved was the Fifth Princess of the Barrens, not the Third Princess. After all, to this day, many common folk in the streets still whispered that his heart remained attached to the Third Princess.

Jun Yifeng froze all over. Ever since he could remember, Jun Yatian had never used the regal title "this prince." He had never imagined that today, against all precedent, Jun Yatian would actually utter it, while the serious expression on his face told him this was no joke.

Upon hearing that Jun Yilan had received the exact same item as Xin Yueheng, he immediately beamed like a child. "Many thanks, Imperial Father." Having expressed his gratitude, and regardless of the gazes of the crowd, Jun Yilan grabbed Xin Yueheng by the hand and pulled her off the platform, firmly seating her in the empty chair beside his own.

Unlike what he had imagined—perhaps because he had never been able to truly fathom Bai Jianxing, who always appeared far too placid—his heart began to flutter with a faint sense of dread.

Shen Chen woke up at some point as well. Seeing her lost in thought, he beckoned a flight attendant and requested a cup of milk and a plate of pastries.

"So, when will you descend the mountain?" Qin Huiying asked bluntly, ignoring the people present and posing the question directly.

At this moment, Nangong Qu's mind was filled with only these four words—four words brimming with doubt. He felt utterly lost, so disoriented that he did not even know where he was.

Zhou Changyuan's eyes flickered, but he said nothing further, instead beginning to converse with Gu Jingyan regarding practical matters.

Yet who could have anticipated that he would be so blatantly disdained here by Lin Hai, openly reviled as a pauper?

The moment Liu Ying saw Liu Zhangshi's posture, her heart skipped a beat for some inexplicable reason, a lingering premonition telling her that something she wished not to see was about to happen.

After venting his curses, Sun Qian finally regained his composure, losing the irritation he had felt just moments before. Just as he was about to drive away, his phone rang in his pocket.

"You are also a disciple of the Qingyun Sect? I wonder which lineage this senior brother belongs to?" the gate-guarding disciple asked.

Yet many people dared not make a scene, intimidated by Mao Jie's ruthlessness. A man who dared to throw himself into battle with an army of eighty thousand, and even when ultimately left with nothing to show for it remained unyielding—such a man was simply too formidable.

Though the forces of the Xianling Qiang had been severely diminished and showed signs of decline following three Han-Qiang wars and the rebellions of Han Sui and Bian Zhang, they nonetheless remained the most powerful among the Qiang tribes.

He had just returned from a gathering of fellow provincials and was well aware of the shady dealings within various clubs and provincial associations. Aside from occasionally hosting a welcome banquet or printing a brief directory of contacts, club and association fees were otherwise pocketed by the presidents and leaders to fund their wining and dining behind closed doors.

Qi Xinya looked over the options and ultimately decided on a deep blue long dress, featuring a shoulder knot at the strap. Devoid of intricate patterns, the dress relied entirely on gathers and pleats for adornment, giving it a three-dimensional elegance. Falling just above the knee, it struck a balance that was neither overly solemn nor too casual.

"Lin Hai!" Ying Rong suddenly reached into his tunic, produced an object, and handed it directly to Lin Hai.

Yuan Yingyu felt a surge of annoyance. Had she never seen a routine inspection before? Was there ever one quite like this?

As Qin Jie shuttled through the endless void amidst a swirling flow of brilliant light, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Just as Dong Ping finished speaking, the elderly monk's gaze hardened. Instantly, the frigid green sword he had condensed shot outward at breathtaking speed. However, his sword flew directly toward the doorway. Old Monk Huiming's sword technique was truly profound; the blade flew out past the threshold without damaging the wooden door so much as a fraction of an inch.