Volume One, Chapter 32: The Hundred Officials Besiege the Palace

"Your Majesty, it is time for the morning court."

Once he had gathered the materials, he would still need to prepare the components for third-grade spirit pills to elevate his alchemy skills to the third-grade level as well.

As the chief disciple of the body cultivation branch, Li Mengshan was undoubtedly the frontrunner in the race for the position of Young Sect Master among the body cultivators.

Xu Dahu and the others only knew the general outline, yet having a plan in place made them feel significantly more composed.

Furthermore, his decision to help Song Wei was not born of sympathy or pity, but because he saw the potential and value within him.

Checking the time, he saw it was already 3:30 AM. Could it be that calling at this hour had disturbed her rest?

At this moment, Han Zheng looked toward Elder Du Songquan and said with a smile, "Elder Du, there is no need for alarm. I will not kill him."

Mo Jin relayed the immortal's words, then unceremoniously picked up a grain of spirit rice with her hand and continued to eat.

The frail beauty Yu Yingchao was momentarily stunned. She possessed a mutated ice spirit root and, after being struck by the Soul-Freezing Whip, had successfully crossed the threshold into the realm of cultivators, yet she had been sickly ever since. Moreover, she had an extreme aversion to bitterness and pain, which was why, among all the disciples, she was the most fearful of their master.

Most importantly, there was the machine gun in Li Ermeng's hands. Every time he popped out from a position, the Japanese soldiers' charge would inevitably be brought to a halt.

She picked up her computer and began to look into Yang Fei, discovering some information about him and eventually finding his account.

Flower Butterfly Fan, Dragon Flame Dance, Flying Dragon Flame Dance, Dancing Sun Flame—one ninjutsu-taijutsu technique after another emerged in endless succession. If it weren't for Mai Shiranui holding back her strength, Luo Ya felt that the letters "K.O." would already be displayed in large characters across the barrier.

A piercing sound of something slicing through the air rang out. Wei Yilin instinctively sidestepped, only to see a senbon darting in from his rear flank, aimed directly at Zabuza, whom he had just knocked away.

Jiang Shuying was clearly taken by surprise; she had not expected Zhao Qian to buy one for her as well.

"...Is that really all?" Sephiroth touched his chin with his left hand, lost in thought.

Slaughter is slaughter. While it is said that those who are not of one's own kind must have different hearts, what justice could there possibly be in wanton killing? Claiming to act on behalf of Heaven to conquer the four corners of the world—this fellow shouldn't be surprised if he makes others laugh their teeth out.

"Jing Ke, just let Ji Yu go out and take a look. If there happens to be a vacant room, it would be convenient for him to stay there. If there are no rooms, it won't be too late for him to come back then," Sephiroth said, observing Ji Yu's expression.

Sephiroth extended a finger and pointed at the magical Yang energy near the eyebrows. Mo Yang’s body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by stupidity.

"Can this actually work?" Ino’s large eyes were wide open, her pretty face flushed red as she looked at Liu Mang in disbelief.

"Then let's proceed with the modification." Having rarely received a system reward, Zhao Qian naturally was not about to give it up.

"Hmph!" Sephiroth merely offered a cold smile and said nothing more. He had seen this sort of thing far too often.

Ouyang Tao hesitated for a moment before agreeing. By this time, the day was growing late, so the group bid farewell to Old Master Ouyang and the others before heading out to eat.

"Yes, as I was drawing my pistol, he swiped at me with that wooden sword, and then I heard the sound of the handgun snapping in two." Wang Dao had already pieced together the sequence of events.

As soon as Tang Peng finished speaking, a high-definition projector on the blank wall beside the boxing ring began to display photos of Pan Yueming’s miserable, battered state one after another, allowing everyone to see them with perfect clarity.

Hong Ling suddenly felt that she had no right to negotiate with Su Ge. She had wounded Su Ge with a chisel; it was a mercy he hadn't strangled her on the spot. What standing did she have left to negotiate?