Volume 1, Chapter 37: You Want to Live, Don't You?

Creak—
The door to the room was flung open in an instant.
Liu Ruyan stumbled inside, one hand clutching her chest. Her eyes, however, were filled with conflict and uncertainty. She desperately did not want to believe that the figure in the black robe was Ye Feng.
"Master, is that you?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Quick, let me see!"
Liu Ruyan activated her communication talisman, searching for its counterpart. But as she rushed into the room and peered past the folding screen, catching sight of the pink talisman held in Ye Feng’s hand, her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot.

He laughed. Wang Yixuan was indeed a man well-versed in the wisdom of the Three Kingdoms; in that one short sentence, he had woven together several historical allusions.
A heavy, oppressive atmosphere hung in the room. Yan Fei had to pull himself together to contemplate the next course of action.
Lin Tian smiled bitterly. "Compared to you, I still have a long way to go."
The Fire Child laughed. "Very well, I am closing the forest." As he spoke, the surrounding woods seemed to snap shut; countless trees formed walls, blocking everyone’s path. Lin Tian’s clone looked at the Great Elder with a smile, and then vanished.
Haha! Heaven helps me! Yan Fei burst into hearty laughter. If things were like this, anyone wishing to complete the Third Transformation would have to come to Azure Dragon City. And now that Yan Fei was the Lord of Azure Dragon City, shouldn't he consider a monopoly? Perhaps charging a fee for accepting tasks?
Six hours later, Ji Chengche and Tang Xueluo finished their cultivation and awoke one after another. Seeing each other, they couldn't help but reach out, clasp hands, and share a smile. Having survived such a disaster, they would cherish each other all the more from now on.
Ever since he stepped out of Blue Star and into the cosmos, Gao Shuai knew his previous values would inevitably be challenged—much like how Shekletieya and Koryakin accepted him as their father without the slightest hesitation.
Lin Yin entered the tent. Outside, dozens of snow mastiffs lay in the snow; apart from a few scattered about on night watch, the others were snoring away.
Kong Zhongtang laughed loudly. Huo Qing sensed something was wrong and hurriedly retracted his blade. Alas, it was one step too late. Kong Zhongtang jerked his head to the side, and the blade grazed his throat. Blood spurted out instantly, drenching the ground.
A look of unspeakable emotion flickered across Wang Rou’s pretty face. After standing before the window for a brief moment, she turned silently, took the umbrella from behind the door, and walked out of the house.
Following this, Lin Tian entered the demon coffin, while the demonic version of Lin Tian stood ready for battle in the valley.
Jiang Jin pushed her against the wall behind her with rough movements, his grip on her shoulders nearly crushing her bones.

They had been lingering in the R Country for so long that they certainly knew far more about the situation than Li Facai did.
Jiang Nuo recalled the scene of the shareholders' meeting, where voices had been clamoring from every side, and her own ringing, resolute voice had echoed through the conference room. It was a first in her experience, and thinking back on it still made her blood boil, even if at the time she had been mostly consumed by a burning rage.
This duel was Qin Yue’s engagement tournament. If she took White Night's place in the arena, wouldn't that be a silent admission that she was willing to marry him, and that she would even fight for his sake?
By doing this, they were not only blocking the enemy's attack but also extinguishing their own hopes of ever leaving. These cultivators would remain on this land forever, until the spiritual energy of this world was exhausted, until every cultivator had vanished, and until they were all completely submerged in the annals of history.
Just as the Mountain Man of Green Stone had anticipated, Sima Yihan arrived at the Flying Shadow Sect the very next day to pay his respects to the Mountain Man and Xu Zixiang.
Each level of these cultivation sects reported directly to the one above it, and they were required to pay an annual tribute of cultivation resources.
"The Dragon Turtle is our battle partner; no one can force it to do what it does not wish to do," Tan Long corrected.
A thought crossed his mind, and Mo Li instantly understood Cui Jingyao’s intentions. Clearly, the Supreme of Smiles had the strength to defeat his opponent, perhaps even kill him on the spot, yet he chose to toy with Cui Jingyao’s appetite, playing like a cat with a mouse—only after he had played enough and grown bored would he finish him off.