Chapter 1119: Soybean Sword Technique

"I clearly said it was the Great Bean Sword Style!" the Immortal Fairy said petulantly, her spirits seeming much improved.

Lu Yang chose to ignore her and stretched, feeling as though this period of secluded cultivation had lasted an eternity; his mind was weary, yet the birth of his very own sword style was something worth celebrating.

He only wondered how much time had actually slipped by.

Pushing open the doors of his cave dwelling, he found the Dragon and Phoenix Ancestors still locked in their game of Gobang, Yun Mengmeng still baking biscuits, and Jin Caiwei still engrossed in her studies.

Muravyov no longer gave any thought to Khabarovsk; his sole concern now was how to escape from the army looming before him.

Since the conditions to birth a divine realm being had never been met from the earth's inception to the present day, what lay within this giant bronze coffin was likely not of the divine realm.

After a brief clash, all six of the Turkish coastal defense fortresses were reduced to ruins, and the cannons were immediately trained on the walls of Istanbul.

"Haha... I don't know whether I want to laugh, or if I just want to laugh! To think you would use Gu Changkong's insects. And insects of the Nine Nether Frost, no less!" I roared with laughter, tears welling in my eyes.

Looking up by the flickering light of the torches, I saw black, grotesque rocks hanging upside down from the ceiling. Some took on terrifying shapes, resembling the ferocious beasts and venomous insects of the primordial era, casting down a heavy sense of oppression.

Gu Fan remained unmoved by their harsh words, for a casual glance at the black pearl necklace moments ago had immediately revealed to him faint, lingering waves of malevolence.

"Senior Murong Bo! Can you not forgive me for the sake of our past friendship?" Jiumozhi pleaded in a low voice, his face a mask of utter despair.

The golden-armored puppets, however, were able to ignore these spiritual shocks entirely—not because they were stronger than Saya, but because as puppets, they possessed no souls.

"Easy enough. I take a man's money to rid him of his disasters; we just sit tight and wait for them to challenge us, and I guarantee they will return in utter defeat. But you must keep my secret; my identity cannot be revealed," Qian Chenghu said indifferently.

The Mistfolk lived year-round in the depths of the Mist Valley and rarely appeared elsewhere; their numbers were few, only about five or six hundred, yet they were the core of the valley, and it could be said that without them, the Mist Valley of today would not exist.

The commander barked an order, and the soldiers on either side lunged forward like a folding wrapper, trapping him squarely in the center.

Placing the doll upon the table, she rested her face in her hands and admired it. It truly was a beautiful thing; she did not dislike it, or more accurately, she never disliked anything beautiful, for beauty always brings delight to the eyes, whether found in a living soul or a lifeless doll.

For only a mature man could possess such confidence—a confidence so absolute that he felt no need to force her, certain that she would eventually choose to be with him.

Though these four words were merely a directive issued by the municipal leadership to ensure the smooth construction of the project, by the time they were executed below, they had clearly mutated into a shield meaning "Zhongtian Yuan is untouchable."

It turned out that while Carnegie thought he had secured a massive bargain, the reality was quite the opposite; Lin Sihan was undoubtedly the true victor.

Bi Yuntao was utterly dumbfounded to hear that the Grand Fortune Immortal Sect had actually spent thousands of years laying its pieces across the Southern Forbidden Desolate Sea just to control other sects.

A single bath towel was wrapped around his waist, leaving his firm, robust chest exposed, with sleek and prominent lines of muscle rippling from his torso down beneath the terrycloth, a sight tempting enough to bring a rush of blood to the nose.

Just as she had anticipated, there were absolutely no issues on Su Chengying's end; the problems that needed solving lay entirely with her.

Ha, he truly was "impartial." Everyone knew it was easy to release someone but difficult to lock them away again; now that Xia Ruxue was out, if she committed no wrong, on what grounds could she be imprisoned? Wouldn't that be what truly invited gossip?

The moment she reached the upper floor, Ye Yaotiao headed straight to the bathroom to bathe, and hearing the sound of rushing water from within, Han Shaoxun was suddenly struck by a realization: how was he supposed to take a shower?