Twenty-nine thousand twenty-nine

A Dharma treasure of "Heavenly-tier, Crimson-quality" is enough to stir the longing of the titans within the Hall of Eternal Life.

After spending three days in Hong Kong—two for shopping and one reuniting with brothers—Gong Ping and Liu Xuemei set off on their journey home. As for the diamonds and gold, they had long since bypassed standard channels, clearing customs to reach the coastal city of Nanzhou.

Upon sensing a multitude of unfamiliar auras appearing ahead, it raised its head, its eyes glowing with an emerald light.

Clearly, the thunder-wielding giant did not take the fact that his strike failed to kill Jiang Tian to heart, for his power was merely the tip of the iceberg.

"Very well, go ahead. Once you've finished, come back, and we'll go dine at my big brother's restaurant together. It's on us," Gong Ping said.

By the time the tasks were finished at noon, Zhu Houzhao intended to report back to his father, the Emperor. Zhang Zhijie, upon hearing this, felt it best not to tag along.

Wulong was resting quietly in the beast pen. Fang Cheng opted to subdue it, then entered the beast pen scenario to begin a duel with the creature.

"Heh, since you've invited me so sincerely, I shall reluctantly agree. But if you fail to become the Pirate King, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Hearing Fang Cheng's words, the conflict on Usopp's face finally vanished, and he replied with a smile.

Feeling the pain, the demon let out a bizarre howl. Its two giant claws, half the height of a person, swiped horizontally at Estelle. The fierce wind was so strong that even without the claws touching the ground, the force alone ripped the sturdy floor tiles and the carpet right up.

"Awoo..." Just as the expressions of the group grew increasingly grave, a roar echoed from the other side of the snow-capped mountain, leaving everyone in a state of shock and suspicion.

However, Bai Tianxing would not let the matter rest with such empty words. Seeing the opponent's attempt to be perfunctory, he pressed his advantage and compelled the Sect Master of Pure Yang to agree to several more terms.

After several consecutive strikes, the giant troll suddenly realized that the Divine Army had ceased attacking him while he was hammering away.

***

The day the Southern Frontier merchant caravan first arrived in Xiping ended in a clamor. Yet, this day would become one of unique historical significance, later defined as the dawn of trade between Huaxia and the Western Regions.

Yu Liuming naturally understood what Shui Roubing meant. He couldn't help but chuckle, though he did not answer her question.

Seeing Yu Liuming's fearful expression, Shui Roubing couldn't help but giggle. Her breathtaking beauty seemed to thaw the ice and herald the return of spring in that instant, leaving Yu Liuming momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, in a blink, the sword qi of the "Divine Dance" released by Tian Yinke retracted back into his body. The air seemed to freeze, and everything around him was locked in place; the White Tiger warriors stood with their swords raised, paralyzed mid-swing, or unable to recover their blades for a follow-up strike.

"Open your mouth!" Mo Song's father shouted again. With a flick of his hand, the medicinal pill was inside, and he added, "If you're hungry, just open up." Judging by the tone of Mo Song's father, he felt a twinge of heartbreak.

However, Ning Qing refused to let his opponent off easily. Leading his cavalry battalion, he clung to them like "sticky taffy," chasing Gu Hanhai’s forces relentlessly and driving them to the point of exhaustion and ruin.

Just as Long Liuxi was caught in an internal struggle, inside the room upstairs, Xu Chuyan, having summoned the courage to speak those words with a flushed face, decided to go all the way. She placed her hands on the bedsheet covering her body and pulled it away.

Except for one giant ant that was slow to react and sent flying into the distance, the remaining ants nimbly avoided the sweep. They scrambled onto the worm, using their sharp mandibles to carve into its white, bloated body.

As the sharp shout fell, Li Zhenghao clearly did not intend to give Kuai Yu much time to prepare. A powerful surge of True Essence erupted from within him, and with a grip of his large hand, two palm prints formed out of thin air, crashing down upon Kuai Yu with a fierce, oppressive wind.

The crowd couldn't help but feel a sense of secret fortune; had they not attended this banquet, how else could they have witnessed such a spectacular and thrilling scene?

Shikamaru had a deep impression of him. He had encountered many administrators from countries outside the hidden villages, and among the generally mediocre officials, it was rare to find someone with such a profound understanding of ninjas and their villages. Moreover, the man's past appreciation and gestures of goodwill toward him had never been hidden.

"Well, do you still have money on you?" After taking the wallet, Zhu Jiujiu didn't count the cash, but instead asked with a beaming smile.

***

One must know that the strength of demons and monsters stems from their ancestral bloodline; therefore, lineage is of paramount importance to them. Generally speaking, the loyalty of a demon stems both from the instinct to submit to the strong within the prison and from the bloodline inherited through generations, as well as the sense of belonging generated by that inherited lineage.

These matters, in the final analysis, were merely the internal affairs of the world's Confucian scholars, and even more so, the private business of the Jisui Academy.

Zhao Lide was a man from the capital who later served long-term in Guangning and often traveled to the grasslands and Kuandian. The places he visited were sparsely populated, and naturally, the environment was well-preserved.

"You've got to be kidding?" The guy spoke with such righteous indignation and grief that it seemed as if he had truly been wronged. Listening to him, I couldn't help but start to doubt my own judgment—had I really been so gullible as to believe the old lady after hearing just a few words?

"Alright, I'll be going then." Although "Utility Pole" still couldn't figure out what kind of research he was participating in, he wasn't about to complain about getting paid. He didn't dwell on it; it was just a tube of blood, so he nodded and left decisively.

The clothes I was wearing in the photo were indeed mine. It was a light blue sports jacket, and on the left shoulder, there was a small spot of red paint that wouldn't wash off. Although the area of the paint was small, I had a deep impression of it.

Someone couldn't help but gasp, yet no one dared to speak. Among all the officials present, only those from the Water Conservancy Bureau showed joy, and the expressions of those from the Transportation Bureau were not bad either. For the other officials and cadres, worry outweighed delight.

Jiyun’s lips began to move as he chanted some sutra. Just as the stone began to tremble as if it had "goat epilepsy," Jiyun extended his right hand, pressed his palm flat against the stone, and it instantly went still.

He knew exactly how many soldiers had died; across so many campaigns, the most conservative estimate was over three hundred thousand.

Mo Li hurriedly asked for guidance. The old Taoist smiled slightly, whispered a few words to the pair, and drifted away into the distance.