Entering the Immortal Path, Practicing a Hundred Arts Chapter 66: Fellowship Exchange!

As the mirror beam illuminated Chu Yuanjun, the golden light previously radiating from his body transformed into a brilliant silver radiance.

Usually, he kept a few hidden means for self-preservation, confident that he could safeguard his life against any adversary.

Taking the stone of white light, Yan Zhen felt a wave of profound emotion. It was precisely this stone that had allowed him such deep realizations: granting him glimpses into his past-life identity as the Sword Evil Yan Si, encounters with the Sword God and the Sword Emperor, and his rebirth into the life of an eagle in this lifetime.

An unexpected twist of fate brought the realization of an authentic practitioner, making Anzi's future clearly visible. Boundless remorse instantly destabilized his Dao heart; hiding his face as tears of blood fell, a century of agonizing struggle not only failed to bear fruit, but dragged him ever deeper into the mire. A profound sense of bewilderment arose naturally within him, leaving him entirely lost as to where he should go, with all of it ultimately stemming from the evil sowed by Xiahou Bo.

As for Liu Hangcong, exactly as Wang Cun had anticipated, he was indeed a person of extreme greed and baseness.

Subsequently, through Lu Yu's deliberate search, he found the white metal element, the yellow earth element, and the blue water element in nearly equal proportions, while the red fire element and the cyan wood element were extremely scarce.

Originally possessing four bronze tokens himself, he now added these fourteen, bringing his total to a full eighteen bronze tokens.

Ceasing his words, Tuoba Jie followed Jia Zuo into Qiu Xuan's chamber. Lying on the bed, Qiu Xuan no longer possessed her past willful arrogance; instead, she lay as quiet as a silent rabbit, making not a sound, her eyes tightly closed and her lips tinged with purple.

The idea was good, but unfortunately, sometimes there remains a natural chasm between imagined ideals and real-world outcomes. He had struck out with his foot ahead of Wang Chen, but what was the result?

When evening arrived, the Left Wise King returned to the estate and went straight to Princess Jielan's chambers. Seeing her face flushed with a warm glow, he asked with concern, "Are you too exhausted? Why is your complexion so red?"

On this foundation, WeChat's survival base was dismantled by Athena, rendering its demise in the intelligent era nearly inevitable. Unless it morphed into another AI to seize a share of the AI market, its slow death was an absolute certainty if it failed to adapt.

The tail of that ice scorpion was exceptionally robust, its tip flashing with a golden-red brilliance. Everyone knew that if one were touched by that tail, not even the immortals could save them.

Yet even as he let go, Mudun refused to release his grip. By the time bystanders pulled him away, a chunk of flesh had been cleanly bitten off the wrist of the man who had been covering his mouth.

That single utterance of the Buddha's name fell upon the ears of the crowd carrying no formidable pressure, sounding merely like a passing whisper.

Meanwhile, Elder An and the others who had similarly witnessed these events felt a profound sense of shock within their hearts. Especially the apothecaries who originally belonged to the local Pharmacists Association were now secretly marveling in awe.

Guiding Jinji, Sheng Jintian casually selected a well-lit table near the first-floor stage. The moment they sat down, Dai Cheng and two or three subordinates filed down from the third floor, carrying armloads of paper account books.

The Imperial Noble Consort silently raised a thumb in admiration; truly a formidable person, daring to directly confront the formidable verbal warrior Sister-in-law Chai, she would undoubtedly fit in splendidly upon marrying into a husband's family.

Watching this brought immense satisfaction to Sister-in-law Chai. Last night, he had already conveyed the parents' intentions that they had no plans to stay long in the capital.

Heiyan sat before the highest cave opening along the cliff face, his pitch-black body merging seamlessly with the shadows, looking dark and perilous. Tethered beside him were five or six plump lesser demons, groveling on the ground to polish his toenails.

The winter of that year was bitterly cold; everyone huddled indoors for warmth, and no one was willing to venture out to sea.

Damn that Tang Lan, she had completely dragged her down into the abyss! Right now, she could only pray earnestly that Tang Sheng would not encounter any trouble whatsoever.

"Not even a fake one." Naturally, she wasn't so self-delusional as to think he genuinely desired any entanglement with her.

Having applied makeup, styled her hair, and donned a pair of tassel earrings, Ruan Shu was nearly ready and departed for the venue of the charity gala.

Hearing this, Ruan Shu glanced at him, her slender eyebrows arching slightly—was this piece of advice drawn from his own insights and experience in the arms-smuggling trade?

Yang Ming acknowledged the order and went to fetch the car. As he constantly drove around for the company, Tong Meng had later purchased a company vehicle for his use to avoid excessive inconvenience. Boarding the vehicle, Yang Ming did not ask what I wanted to eat before starting the engine and driving away from the factory premises.

I nodded, recognizing this as an exceptional opportunity. The Hunter Tournament was not restricted by hunter ranks; although killing was prohibited, defeating the Ancient King in full view of everyone and securing first place in the preliminary rounds would yield substantial rewards.

Countless lanterns hung along both sides of the streets in Shifang Town, with an open-air trading ground situated at its center.

There might be ten thousand possibilities, but the absolute exception was the two of them conspiring behind her, Fang Jingzhu's, back.

Qing Moyan sat up, a sharp, piercing pain shooting through his left arm, agonizingly intense and difficult to endure.

Yet, despite their puzzlement, those individuals refused to step back. The few men who had just been sprayed with the aerosol recovered their breath by this point and closed in to surround them.

Not only were ten aerospace fighters preparing, but his own submarines were also getting ready. Three submarines had already entered the Arctic Ocean region; the moment these people dared to act, he could rely on these aircraft and submarines to blast them into dust.

After the alarm sounded and a thorough sweep was conducted, they discovered that not a single submarine crew member had boarded the vessel.

Should they take a portion of the ghost money, or burn a hundred sheets of it? Taking the ghost money might violate certain taboos and trigger a dead end; burning it could potentially lead to the exact same outcome. Ultimately, it defied common sense to determine what constituted a dead end or a path to survival. Everything seemed to rely blindly on guesswork and luck.

"We have considered this method, but how are we supposed to detonate it?" Angel asked. "This is a world of dense jungle, and it is extremely difficult for our listening devices to operate over long distances."

Naturally, this was merely the beginning. Amidst all this, Zhao Li was keenly aware that he had finally reached the foundational roots of an entire technological tree.

Had Jian Modao not been injured, You Fang would likely have been forced back by now. Fighting him was not a matter of lacking the strength, but the object lying on the ground was You Fang's fatal vulnerability; he had to hold his ground firmly, leaving him no leisure to employ other tactical maneuvers.

A flash of inspiration crossed Gao Jianfei's mind, and he released a polar bear once more. The polar bears charged into the rowing chamber, assisting the sailors with the oars.

The ice cream was something Zhao Li had casually picked up on his way, purchasing two tubs and placing them in the newly bought refrigerator to reward these desperately busy workers.