Chapter 1158: Working Hand in Glove

"Why do you think the number of demonic beasts outside the city has dwindled so much lately? Could it be an omen of impending disaster?"

"If we knew why, would the city lord have sent us out here to investigate?"

A seven-man scouting party trudged through the ice and snow, all of them battle-hardened cultivators experienced in slaying beasts of their own rank, dispatched by the city lord to uncover the cause behind the shifting beast population.

They skimmed just above the ground in white robes, the inner linings affixed with high-grade concealment talismans.

The old man had spent his entire life in trade and was masterfully adept at reading expressions; seeing Qin Hu hesitate to speak, he hurriedly invited him to the back to converse over tea.

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that of course he had heard it—it was a song by Jay Chou—but surely they didn't expect him to write down the lyrics for them.

This was a subconscious reflex for many poor students; terrified of drawing attention, they wished only to submerge themselves in the vast sea of faces, hoping never to be noticed, especially during questioning.

Upon boarding, Qiu Yu took the wheel, having already set his phone's navigation onto the center console, and pressed down on the accelerator, driving toward the gates of Wave Villa.

"Whether I am in the Soul Transformation stage or the Void Returning stage, your fates are already sealed." Falling Leaf walked slowly toward the two men, his eyes under the influence of his domain projecting a supreme, ruthless indifference.

Yet pure uranium could not produce such a compound phenomenon; through deductive analysis, she concluded that aside from uranium, the remaining intensity of radiation must be caused by some other substance.

The surrounding rock shattered, sliced into countless fragments by exquisite swordsmanship; though these two sword-dao soul avatars were only at the fifth heaven of the Void Returning stage, they possessed many of the original swordsman's techniques, making them a match for any ordinary cultivator of that realm.

I was stopped at the door, and just as I was trying to explain myself, the tavern door swung open and a man stepped out—his face... I seemed to have seen it somewhere before, though I could not recall it in the moment.

Under Guo Xun's guidance, he gained a deeper understanding of the essence of Confucian self-reflection, one of the three tenets he had comprehended.

Lin Zhiran used the moonlight to discern it, taking several seconds to clearly recognize his surname—so it was this particular 'Zhu', and not the 'Chu' she had assumed.

"Freezing time, controlling space, and then creating an infinite spiritual illusion... that is the Magic of the Spatiotemporal Illusion," Nian explained.

When the Foundation Establishment cultivators below heard their seniors mention that the opponent was a disciple of the Shangqing Sect, panic struck their faces, but as the Golden Core cultivators in the air began to clash, they were forced to land on the ground.

The examinees who had gone in earlier to hunt began returning one after another, some successfully bagging wild game, while even those who failed managed to find plenty of fruit and fungi, though a few returned entirely empty-handed.

"Go!" With a wave of Long Tianqi's hand, the Demon Lotus Holy Flame flew forth, landing upon the bleached bones.

"Humph, is running all you know how to do?" Huo Luo retracted the whip and shouted into the surrounding pitch-black void.

Hong Yuntian flew leisurely along the walls of the Mirage City, occasionally greeting familiar guards of the Luo family while contemplating his own method for breaking through his bottleneck.

Song San watched this unfold before his very eyes, his expression instantly turning grim; he saw with absolute clarity that those two golden lights were a pair of bizarre, dark-gold flying wheels, their sharp teeth still spinning furiously when they struck Yue the Fourth.

At the same time, the fluctuations of his mid-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power radiated outward, striking terror into those below who were merely in the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, causing a few to sink to the ground in sheer fright.

Yang Lin and Great-Uncle-Master He remained in Fujing City, the former helping to manage the inn, while the latter spent his time boasting with Elder Xie.

Though Zhou Xingyun and his companions were but newcomers to the martial world, their collective strength was extraordinary. Even leaving aside the two peak martial artists, Wei Suyao and Xuanyuan Chongwu, Rao Yue alone could run rampant and annihilate every single gambling house of the Wu River Gang.

The question was, why was it so hot here? The very instant he stepped off the plane, Bai Yidong felt an overwhelming urge to fall to his knees before Krause and beg him not to trade him to Minnesota.