Volume 1, Chapter 33: Where Is the Weakness?

"Chuchu is only eighteen; you cannot obtain a marriage certificate. Even if you held a wedding, you are not legally husband and wife. As long as I do not consent, this marriage can be completely invalidated," Grandmother said, changing her tone.

Two years ago, Gu Xixi had rejected the haughty Chen Jiran. Now, two years later, he appeared before her again, bathed in the brilliant starlight of his success, luring her step by step into his trap, all to exact revenge for what happened back then.

Lao Qi appeared beside Li Fan again at some point and asked him a question, looking rather puzzled.

It was hardly surprising; just as more than half of the Hurricane Team had no idea who Tony Adams was, very few of these players paid any attention to football outside of the training grounds.

Chen Jiran swept his gaze across everyone present. His eyes did not seem to linger on any one person, yet strangely, everyone felt as if he were looking directly at them.

He half-supported me as he helped me up, casting a bewildered glance at my brother and my mother. I clutched at him like a drowning person grasping at a straw, leaning helplessly against his chest, my heart aching with an indescribable pain.

"A gift? Your editor-in-chief is quite kind to give you a present for your birthday," Ye Lan remarked, sounding rather surprised.

In the capital, at the imperial court, another morning session was underway. The officials wore grave expressions; they had already received news of Liangshan's refusal to accept the imperial amnesty.

"Have you already achieved the Awakening of the Gods?" Heige asked Ming Luo, his voice trembling slightly.

"Are we going to practice here?" Chu Jiyun asked, looking at the beautiful scenery around them with excitement.

An initiated disciple is the direct student of a peak master and will receive their true teachings along with significantly better cultivation resources. They are the so-called inner-sect core disciples, second in status only to the chief disciple. Oriental Legend and the other two, who held the purple rosewood tokens, were already quasi-inner-sect core disciples.

"Furthermore, order all military forces to stockpile massive amounts of water, food, and seeds within a two-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer radius of Bear City. We must have enough to survive for at least ten years should the entire Polar Bear tribe be completely blockaded." Since they had been targeted by the Moon People, Yegor was determined to prepare for the worst.

Orc Prince Kennisar felt the wind-element magic gathering in the air and grew inwardly anxious, but he did not know where the enemy was, so he could not count on anyone appearing to save him.

The guards at the entrance of Tianyu Palace recognized that it was Long Ying leading the group, so they bowed to her and allowed them to pass.

Although Mo Qihong had instructed him before he arrived to agree to whatever conditions Xu Daoer proposed, the Mo family of the Imperial Capital had always been the ones setting the terms. When had anyone ever dared to dictate conditions to the Mo family?

Before the bald man could finish his sentence, Xu Fei smashed his pistol grip into the man's head, instantly raising a large bump.

At that moment, Yin Yue emerged from the restroom, walking gracefully. As she turned the corner, the scandalous scene unfolded before her eyes.

The man with the sharp, monkey-like face had intended to hurl an insult, but seeing the bald man's wretched state, he swallowed his words, not daring to utter another sound.

As for the final dish, it was somewhat baffling, for the painting displayed only a single square, with no name or any other information.

Each of her silver threads was not enough to be fatal to one in the Vajra Realm, but like using needles to prick a large skin bag, it was a sinister, slow-cutting method. Once a stalemate ensued, the one who would inevitably be exhausted to death was the one unable to get close.

Wang Dafu met them without hesitation. Although he was considered a thinker among the corpse collectors, he had once fought his way through alongside Chen Guangdao, spear thrust by spear thrust. He lunged forward, fiercely kicking over two zombies, and with a sweep of his sharp corpse-claw dagger, he pierced a zombie's head, twisting his wrist to slice the skull open.

Even though every soldier in the Hope Legion was an initiated warrior, the intensity of the forced march had nearly exhausted them all. After converging with Han Tian’s cavalry, Li Ming ordered everyone to set up camp in the Tiandang Mountains and rest for the night, preparing for a full-scale assault the next day.

After the Spring and Autumn War concluded, it became a brand-new chessboard, and the old man had already quietly placed twelve stones.

"I am not afraid! Even if I must hack through infinite thorns and carve out a path of blood, I swear I will ascend to the Nine Heavens and look down upon the fertile lands of the Divine Land!" The youth clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth with unwavering resolve.

Of course, even without those five items, and even without the medicinal herbs nearby, the group would still have looked at the herbs ahead with green-eyed greed. One must know that a thousand spirit stones could buy a spirit artifact, and a hundred thousand spirit stones would be enough to purchase a magical treasure for a Golden Core cultivator, provided it was not of the absolute highest tier.

The wind howled, and the scenery around them receded rapidly like a white colt passing a crack in the wall. Within half a moment, Chen Hao reached the summit of Tianyun Peak. Hua Jiuyang was sitting there, chin in hand, watching him quietly. His eyes radiated a scorching brilliance, as if he wanted to see right through Chen Hao, yet the glint of greed hidden in the corners of his eyes only grew more intense.

Seeing Tian Xue attack, Fang Heng let out a cold snort. His palm lunged out, seizing Tian Xue's longsword and twisting it fiercely.

A thirty percent chance—if it were Fang Heng, he might be able to seize it, but for this flood dragon, it was not certain, as the dragon did not possess Fang Heng's perfect bloodline.

Jia Ben rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, clearly worried for his accomplice. He wanted to step forward to help, but he was too timid and stood there, torn by indecision.