Entering the Immortal Path, Mastering the Hundred Arts: Chapter 63: Evergreen Rejuvenation Technique!

Drawing too much caused tightness in the chest, dizziness, and blurred vision with double vision. The discomfort was so intense it made her want to vomit and faint.

Regarding the strange occurrences involving Sister Ma, someone in the village called for Immortal Zhang. Upon entering and seeing Sister Ma collapsed on the floor, his expression turned rather gloomy.

"Brondeka? Isn't that the territory ruled by the Pantheon?" The mage was slightly startled, a hint of suspicion crossing his face. He even forgot to pull back his hand, leaving it suspended mid-air.

Chu Yuan shook his head. The moment the two of us stepped downstairs and turned the corner, I heard the sound of bells.

Upon realizing what was happening, my immediate reaction was to grab his arm tightly, never wanting to let go again, just like someone who had finally reunited with a beloved family member.

Yet today, looking at the member list of the Core Fire Guild, the number had plummeted from the one hundred and twenty when he left to just one hundred.

Actually, Jin Guoqing wanted to observe for a bit longer, but seeing Yan Yuzhen's stance, he couldn't help himself and announced that he would pay the fee first.

Watching the halo slowly revolving above her head, locking her dying time in place, Ellie felt a mixture of relief and heaviness in her heart.

Although the program took various twists and turns along unfamiliar paths, it ultimately led to the same destination.

Jiang Ruyi watched the black crow fly away until the instructor disappeared into the darkness, then softly said, "It has already been deducted."

Though harsh-sounding, compared to a fully mature infant fiend, failing to subdue it as early as possible would lead to unimaginably catastrophic consequences.

System: I saved you using my built-in healing function. Your life belongs to me now, and you must unconditionally complete the mission.

Siyue looked down at Wan Tianyou, who was fast asleep from drunkenness, still hesitating. However, considering how rare the opportunity was—if she missed it, as someone without identity, education, or registration, an excess person in this world—who else would ever give her a chance to earn money?

Lingyue hurriedly touched her burning face, then glanced at the tabletop and felt her pants pockets.

Just like before, the maze's boss palace was summoned and opened via randomly dropped keys. There was no such requirement that one had to defeat the previous floor's boss in order to enter the next level of the maze.

"Your Holiness, what should we do next? It looks like the Ditian Dynasty is about to make a move. Wait, the Ditian Dynasty? That sounds so familiar," said the Ghost Douluo.

"Really? That's wonderful! I've been longing to see my sister, too." A smile bloomed on Taiyang's face. While feeling happy for her mother, she opened her arms to embrace Hongying.

Qinghuan felt a surge of joy and was about to walk over when she suddenly froze in her tracks. If she just walked over like this, what should she say? What if the other person didn't care to acknowledge her at all? After hesitating in place for a long time, she finally mustered her courage and walked over.

When Yuanbao woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky. He Dongfeng had a shadow of dark stubble on his chin, his shirt slightly rumpled, sitting silently opposite the hospital bed.

"Chen Qingyi," Xu Qingmo said indifferently, looking at Song Luoyu with a slightly strange gaze.

Who am I? Why am I here? I closed my eyes and tried hard to remember. Slowly, it came back to me: my name is Passserby, and I came here seeking a melody.

He couldn't help raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. As he glanced around, his heart suffered a sharp, agonizing pang—everyone's face was filled with despair, dejection, and even sheer terror. Could this truly be the once arrogant elite force that had never flinched even when facing those American bastards?

Lianxin was taken aback, failing to understand how the conversation had suddenly shifted to her second brother. Weren't they discussing the serious and solemn matter of their grandmother's infidelity? How did it get around to her second brother?

"Second brother, second brother, are you back? Why—why are you all in my courtyard?" As soon as she stepped into her own courtyard, Lianxin was dumbfounded.

"He is my brother. I was afraid he would be killed by you people from the Feiyan Sect, so naturally I had to bring him along," Qin Long said with a darkened frown.

Qiu Qianjian did not reach out to take it. He had never intended for her to return these five hundred liang; since he was the cause of her injury earlier, let it serve as compensation.

An Songci was naturally unwilling to accept this. Looking around and spotting Xu Qingmo, he immediately grabbed onto Xu Qingmo's sleeve like a drowning person clutching a straw.

Fu Can felt an endless wave of powerful internal energy continuously pounding against his chest like a massive ocean breaker. Unable to withstand it, he was sent flying backward, blood already seeping from his lips.

The district committee had been caught completely off guard, and the losses were exceptionally severe. During the attack, the committee was virtually defenseless. Had the district head not led the organizational commissar away to draw off the pursuing bogus plainclothes team, it was quite possible the entire Third District Committee would have been wiped out in one sweep, leaving no room for the likes of Li Ziyuan to air his grievances.

Fu Can thrust his long sword downward against the Tai Chi diagram, and that peerless Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram came crashing down with a thunderous roar.

A beam of brilliant light spiraled past Demos, severing the steel cable entangling him. It then transformed into a golden arrow that struck a goon holding a winch, who screamed and collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

These intelligence elites, painstakingly cultivated by the Imperial Army, worked with high efficiency and had played a crucial role in the empire's operations against China since their inception. The Nakano School of the Empire only produced so many graduates each year, and they had to be assigned to more critical directions—how could any be spared for such a barren mountainous region in southeastern Shanxi?

"What on earth are you people?!" The voice trembled, completely devoid of its previous arrogance.

"Then is it possible that Ge Fan and Yin Xin killed Su Ruoshi?" Hua Qingyi asked urgently.

Besides, he was a man after all, careless and inattentive to details. Therefore, even though Su Xinyan had been suffering from severe morning sickness lately, he hadn't paid much attention to it, simply thinking that Su Xinyan had lost a bit of weight.