Volume 1, Chapter 29: I Like Smart Women

After hanging up the phone, Ling Dan winked at Shen Yuzhi and complained bitterly, "Are you satisfied now?" She had truly risked it all; she could only wonder how Shen Ningyuan would retaliate against her later.

To surge seventeen places in the rankings in just ten days—what kind of cultivation technique could possibly yield such results?

Naturally, clansmen like Yang Qi and Yang Zhi, who belonged to the main family and possessed exceptional talent, did not need to carry the identification swords required of others, as most members of the clan already knew who they were.

He had to race against time to improve his strength, striving for further progress before entering the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Spirits. This would increase his chances of survival and give him a better edge when competing for rare treasures.

The BMW turned twice and entered a street whose name Ye Bai did not know. The street appeared exceptionally desolate; the streetlights were dim from the start and eventually vanished altogether, leaving only the cold moonlight to fall upon the swaying treetops, casting fragmented, mottled light across the road.

Under the protection of Lin Xiaojiang, Lin Xiaohe, and Lin Xiaohai, Lin Zhixiao and Du Ning activated their mind's eye to secretly observe the training of Wuyun and the other eight.

The old man was racking his brain for a solution when he heard the man’s words. He froze, looked at him, and also began to panic. After all, as ordinary people facing the Demon Race, they had virtually no chance of survival, and they were now essentially trapped in a desperate predicament.

After several days, Lu Feng used dimensional methods to traverse the endless void and sensed the location of the Eighth Universe Dimension, seeing ahead a dense, nebula-like universe rich in energy.

When I opened my eyes again, I discovered that the mechanism’s activation had caused the other coffins to retract back into the walls. Only the sounds from within proved they were still unreconciled, though they had lost the chance to entrust their items to me.

The moment their fists collided, Xia Liu felt as if a volcano had suddenly erupted, with endless explosive force surging through him. The Demon God Chiyou, in turn, felt as if he were being struck by wave after wave of impact, like a series of mountains crashing into him one after another.

Lu Ziming pondered for a moment, let out a deep sigh, and then recounted the entire sequence of events to Xiang Yuandong.

Now, although his injuries had not fully healed, he was at least capable of some strenuous activity.

"That's good, thank..." I had always wanted to thank the Phoenix King; her abilities had saved me many times, and she had even taken my place in keeping my parents company. But halfway through my sentence, the Phoenix King reached out her hand—was she going to touch me?

At least there was work to be done now. Although I could only bring a tiny bit of soil into the space each time, it proved that it was working; it was merely a matter of time.

Before Dong Zhuo entered the capital, he was merely the Administrator of Hedong and a General of the Van. If he were to become the Administrator of Henei, he would be the top general under Dong Zhuo—excluding that good-for-nothing Niu Fu, of course.

Although he had already decided to help the two, he still had to maintain the proper posture; otherwise, agreeing too easily would make him seem too cheap.

As the coalition's tank column rumbled over the barbed wire at the border between England and Scotland, the massive Elsdon Fortress fell into a deathly silence. Two blue-and-white painted He-90 reconnaissance fighters swept overhead at low altitude, and this time, they encountered no anti-aircraft fire in return.

Yu Du’s eyes lit up at the news. Ever since his strength had been severely depleted by Liu Bei two years ago, the reason he had been unable to recover was simply a lack of high-quality armor and weaponry. Every time he asked, Zhang Yan would cite his ongoing hostility with Liu Bei as an excuse to deny him better gear; otherwise, he was certain he could have surpassed Zhang Baiqi and stood on equal footing with Zhang Yan.