Chapter 144: Slaying the Immortal Cultivator, Dividing the Treasure!

When cultivators clashed, their triumphs were measured in the sheer potency of their mystic arts, for they rarely deigned to engage in brute, close-quarter brawls; thus, he possessed not a shred of experience in contending with a foe of Li Chang'an's particular breed.

It was precisely for this reason that he had suffered such a devastating, grievous setback the moment Li Chang'an closed the distance between them.

The cultivator no longer dared to meet Li Chang'an in a contest of unyielding force, his mind already turning toward the desperate prospect of a hasty retreat.

It was not that he truly feared Li Chang'an, but rather that the sensations enveloping him ever since his descent into this lower realm were profoundly bizarre, as though wherever he walked—

"Even if you did bail me out, do not think for a moment that I shall ever forgive you, humph!" Ah Ling's heart still burned with a fierce resentment, and she snapped her head away, utterly refusing to acknowledge Ye Meng.

In a sudden flash, the swarthy visage of Black Tiger flushed a deep crimson, a wave of profound embarrassment painting his cheeks in a mortified hue.

Prior to assuming my post, I have already dedicated considerable study to various subjects concerning our authors. Moving forward, I intend to unfurl the undertakings of the Municipal Writers' Association from two distinct vantage points.

Yet now, as his gaze swept across the chamber once more, he beheld a room where not a single member of the board of directors raised a hand in opposition to Li Tianyi's counsel.

Chai Hua advanced two steps forward while Niu Gang remained utterly motionless, leaving a mere distance of some two meters lingering precariously between them.

Amy, having hovered upon the precipice of mortality before returning from the scene of the accident, erupted in a violent fury upon discovering that her boyfriend had been snatched away by Gina during her absence, and so the battle was finally joined.

"Disperse, all of you!" the three regional chiefs commanded, and with a sweeping gesture of a hand, two mid-sized buses rumbled forward, whisking Liu Fanghong and the five drivers away into the distance.

The fissure was exceedingly narrow, spanning a mere three centimeters or so, yet it plunged deeply, bearing the unmistakable mark of someone having hewn it open with a wild, savage blade.

Therefore, the more ambitious these scions of the second generation proved to be, the more imperative it was for them to charge into the vanguard; our dynasty has known no great wars for decades, and for those seeking military laurels, merely weathering the years in a peacetime army might suffice, yet upon reaching a certain echelon, further advancement becomes a steep, insurmountable peak.

"How much longer may I linger within this 'World of Thought'?" Li Zhi asked with a faint smile, though it was one tinged with a distinct note of bitterness.

The sheer counterforce rippled outward, forcing the Behemoth back a single step, while Ye Zheng was driven back two full paces! In a pure contest of raw might, there were indeed few professions capable of rivaling the Berserker.

Yet this is a staggering, monumental sum of six or seven hundred thousand taels of silver; how on earth am I to resolve such a crisis? Zhong Nan fretted silently.

Yin Yi felt her heart violently contract with fear, and she said in helpless desperation, "No, it is not." Why on earth would her affairs involve Bai Zhu?

With such an extraordinary capacity to amass wealth, one could hardly blame Guo Chengfeng for being driven to flee across the seas to seek asylum during those days when she and Yu Jiuging found themselves utterly surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Furthermore, by virtue of his frantic rolling, he had unwittingly triggered some hidden mechanism, causing massive stone pillars to crash down incessantly from the ceiling of the tomb.

He swayed his head rhythmically as he spoke, his voice rising and falling in measured, dramatic cadences; though his frame was somewhat skeletal and gaunt, he remained thoroughly vibrant and full of spirit, possessing an air that undoubtedly commanded faith in his medical prowess.

It was small wonder that in the original chronicle, the Lord of the Moon Worship sect would perish beneath this very power, for its might had truly ascended to the sublime realm of the immortals.

She knew precisely of whom Liu Ping'an spoke, yet she felt a pang of astonishment that Liu Ping'an would actually deign to speak on her behalf.

"Are you departing already?" Long Yinxuan murmured, taking a sip of his tea, noting that the brew cultivated within this hidden valley truly possessed a most unique and exquisite flavor.

"Splendid, utterly splendid; it seems they harbor no regard whatsoever for whether this palace lives or dies. How did my destiny become so steeped in bitterness?" As the words left her lips, Tianyin’s eyes, clear as autumn waters, began to glisten with gathering tears.

"Ziqi, I want to journey to the city to see if there might be an opportunity for me," Guan Bing said to Li Ziqi, flicking the ash from his cigarette.

A flush of crimson stole over Cheng Yang's face as a wave of secret shame washed through him; over the past few days, he had held this strapping lad Fang Hai in high esteem, yet he had remained entirely ignorant of his name until this very moment when his true identity was finally revealed.

Mistress Jiang found it difficult at this juncture to confess to her mother that this Third Aunt shared absolutely no fellowship with them—to speak nothing of fellowship, their relations were closer to a bitter enmity... yet in the immediate presence of Mistress Jin, she could hardly bring herself to speak out.

As for those few male classmates walking at the very front whose souls had been ensnared and drawn away, I cannot say for certain how many hun and po spirits they have lost, nor do I know by how many years their lifespans shall be shortened; the solitary truth I possess is that I have exerted myself to the utmost limit, desiring to save them, yet when the heavens decree rain and a mother chooses to wed, they chose this path with stubborn resolve, and I am left utterly powerless.