Performer (13)

[World] System Announcement: Player Xuanhe has gifted player Song of Tofu with a sky full of stars, signifying: Among the countless stars in the heavens, each one represents my love for you.

At that moment, a rumbling echoed from the mountain, and a previously whole face of stone slowly revealed a tunnel.

Yang Yang glanced over the desert map. He was rather familiar with it, and after a while, made a significant decision.

Those two had just been whispering furtively. Although he sat nearby, his thoughts were entirely absorbed in the palm that had touched Ning Yishi’s hand, filling his heart with sweetness.

Liu Min had expected Chen Haotian to pinch her harshly again, so even after withdrawing the elemental energy of heaven and earth, she remained tense.

The box weighed heavily in his hands, the huanghuali wood polished to an extraordinary fineness—his fingers caressed it as if stroking silk.

Elsewhere, in Butterfly Spirit Valley, an enraged roar sent countless butterflies fluttering their wings, fleeing into the deserted sea of blossoms.

“The Emperor requests that you and the Lady immediately enter the palace, Prime Minister.” His face was grave as he conveyed the imperial command.

Ning Ningsnow, who had walked to Zhang Ruichen’s side, saw clearly the scene between Zhang Ruichen and Supervisor Ao.

“It’s better not to. Let the bomb harm the villains—are you planning to blow up the Prince as well?” You Lan said as she helped her closer to the entrance, the view unchanged, the dance of flowers merely a matter of her own heart.

Yi Hai, backed by Qin Feng, had no fear of Mo Lin. Mo Lin, however, acted as if she hadn’t seen Yi Hai at all, rushing into the cell. Upon seeing her master, pierced through the collarbone and hanging from the wooden frame, her body collapsed, weeping onto Yi Bo.

Yet this identity token was both a privilege and a means of control; the authorities registered and managed these innately powerful martial artists as a precaution, lest they use their strength to break the law.

Previously, the anomaly of Illusory Liuchi was due to a resonance with the lingering Soul of Linghong within Mo Yiyue. Linghong was awakened through Mo Yiyue’s agonizing struggle, emerging to lift the stimulus Illusory Liuchi had imposed upon Mo Yiyue.

A monthly antidote was mandatory; without it, internal strength would gradually dissipate, eventually leading to the destruction of the dantian and the body’s total collapse.

Swoosh! Crash! Meng Xia, who had remained silent, struck—raising her hand, several beams of golden light shot directly at Yama.

It felt like a well-behaved kindergartener, caught unexpectedly by a teacher, displaying extreme unease and fear.

“Thank you all for your care. Feiyun is deeply grateful.” Liu Feiyun drained his bowl, words heartfelt; the simplicity and kindness of those present had helped him walk out of the shadows of his previous life.

Red mist wafted from Lu Xingyu’s body, but was absorbed by the adjacent Chi-Lian Xingluo. The sword blade, once dull and dim, now shimmered faintly with crimson light.

Though before seeing Thousand Mechanism Mountain, he’d heard Fox Yi Zhi and Qingmu say this man was of great age, Mu Yuncheng was unsurprised upon meeting him, much to Thousand Mechanism Mountain’s astonishment.

After hanging up, Chen Hao hurried down the mountain. As he arrived at the gathering point, classmates returned one after another, faces lingering with excitement.

“It won’t be easy for you to surpass me. When the awards are given, collect mine for me—I have something else to attend to,” Duan Lang said with a smile.

Li Qianli originally forbade him from coming to Ganhe Continent, but upon hearing the name ‘Luo Han,’ he insisted on following.

A faint phosphorescence radiated from his chest; soon, within the glow, a black three-dimensional shadow arose. Its face and race were indiscernible; only its voice could be heard.

The Five-Finger Divine Peak performed by Monk Tianxun was no ordinary mountain. It was a formidable technique, executed with a Sun-Radiance grade martial art.

“I didn’t see you trying to find me; I have my own ways to locate you. Have you eaten?” Duan Lang’s stomach had long been empty, but he’d not had time to eat until now.

Damn it, Bi Yuntao was furious beyond measure—Zhang Deshuai’s mouth couldn’t be trusted; one word and he spilled all the facts.

Not every warrior could be equipped with gear above level 7. Most could only use level 5; the more elite captains had level 6, and often relied on auxiliary items to boost their combat strength.

As the dean, seeing Chen Hao had developed a cure for asthma, he was green with envy.

At nightfall, Bai Fuping cultivated in her room, her keen hearing picking up crying from far away.

“Senior, your demonic arts are exquisite. May I ask, have you ever been to the Demon Realm?” Wolf Lord suddenly inquired.

Qingyun truly was a fearless young calf, caring nothing for danger. In his eyes, the Zhongnan Sect was well-acquainted with Kongtong and Kunlun; in the cultivation world, few were unfamiliar. He believed that simply stating his sect would deter trouble.

After uttering a calm appeal, the Evil God paused his words, his face gradually taking on a look of intrigue.