55 Jelly Monster

Shen Longxuan, however, began to study the three pill formulas. Due to his cultivation being limited, he couldn’t even break the seal on the intermediate Saint Pills, meaning he was unable to inherit their knowledge and could only put them away for now.

Not long ago, Wang Heng had mentioned the need to worry about Pei Ningyue’s new album. Out of curiosity, Lu Qi wondered what kind of songs this album would contain.

After letting her struggle for quite a while, only to find she still wouldn’t quiet down, Fan Tianliang’s anger flared. He slapped her hard across the face, leaving five clear marks. That hit stunned the child into a daze, unmoving.

Counting Liaodong, Goguryeo had about 750,000 registered households, roughly four million people. After two wars with Goguryeo, the kingdom lost much of the Liaodong territory and suffered heavy military losses. Before the third war, its population had dropped to around 470,000 households, 2.4 million people.

She simply couldn’t believe this was true. Ye Kun’s strength was unmatched among those at the half-step Saint Sovereign level. If someone like him couldn’t participate in the competition, who possibly could?

She took out her red flip phone, noticing several unread messages and missed calls, most of them from the Hero Association.

Su Zhan paused. Though he was drunk, his mind remained clear. Indeed, he had deliberately asked the bar waiter to dial Zong Jinghao’s number.

Although Sun Chuanwu’s reply was just one word, the lightness in his tone was unmistakable.

Shen Longxuan seemed to sense something faintly. He looked down at the Heaven and Earth Treasure Box before him, as if something was missing.

Such a thing was impossible. No matter what was said, Hong was a grandmaster of his generation. Even if he were to die, he should depart with glory and honor. How could he destroy his own reputation, casting away the prestige built over a hundred years?

Cultivating immortality and the Dao, seeking eternal existence, was always a path against the current, growing ever harder with each step. As one approached the ultimate realm, any lack of progress would result in a vast difference in power. The supreme state for cultivators was the Grand Dao of the Great Luo.

Chen Qiang’s eyes radiated a fierce appraisal. In his gaze toward me, a wild killing intent flickered incessantly.

Head tilted back, the vast expanse of the stars was clear and bright. Slanted at an angle, the luminous arc above held the dazzling North Star, shining with unusual brilliance.

Thus, after sternly instructing Liu Quan to find a way—no matter what—to meet this year’s charcoal and firewood quota, Yu Kuan left Liu Village with thirty thousand troops, free of worry.

“You bastard, what exactly do you people want?” Xu Yang, pinned to the sofa, stared at Zhang Qiang before him, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

“I’m American.” Depending on the context and tone, these words carried different meanings. But seeing this Boss Zhang’s expression, it was clear to everyone even without explanation.

Though Jung Haeil was hailed as Korea’s top manager, Long Zhiyan felt he was not as good as Huangfu Yuan. After securing her this role, he simply abandoned her on set; to this day, she didn’t even have his phone number.

“Wipe your chubby face. I brought you tissues and you still scold me. So disappointing.” Yoo Jae-suk shook his head in dismay.

Exiting the garden hotel, Zhou Min walked arm-in-arm with Li Tian down the bustling street. Although it was Spring Festival, the roads were still crowded.

Sun Yan’s eyes narrowed and he subtly stepped back. That must have been the legendary illusion just now; otherwise, the system wouldn’t have failed to summon, nor would that black shadow have missed its attack.

“They were far weaker than you. It’s no surprise you dealt with them so easily.” Sun Yan walked to her side, glanced down at her briefly.

Just as the battle was about to reignite, the toad’s body suddenly swelled up again.

The Howling Sky Beast, affected, moved sluggishly. Seeing Su Wanqin trap it, Hua Liansuo immediately attacked. She charged forward, leapt onto its back, then dashed to its head. With both hands gripping her sword, she plunged it down with all her might, the blade sinking a foot deep.

A series of terrifying boulders thundered ceaselessly, shaking the entire ground in relentless tremors.

Over a hundred sword flashes whirled through the air, converging like rivers to form a single blade, which abruptly slashed at the hydra’s tail.

At such a critical juncture, it was nearly impossible to earn Gu Fan’s trust—let alone enough that he would feel safe accompanying them to the Knights’ headquarters.

The mysterious figure sized up the old man and said, “You don’t seem any stronger than me, and you don’t even have a halfway decent divine weapon.” The old man held a dull gray longsword, looking as though he hadn’t cleaned it in ages.

However, given the difference in combat strength, though the first-generation brood mother’s army of bio-ghosts was vast, all of them were only at the first stage.

Yes, in this regard, Lian understood quite a bit. As for how to completely resolve the situation on the other side, Lian had pondered over it before and come up with a simple tactic to achieve just that.

“My earlier words apply only to now. If you’re not afraid your father will hear, then go ahead and say whatever you like.” Wu Fen winked mischievously, even placing her hands on her hips and deliberately thrusting out her chest.

“It’s simple. If you can name any dish from the township guesthouse menu, you’ll get that dish from us for free.” Yao Juan stepped forward and said to the old man with a bright smile.