Chapter Sixty-Four: Dugu Yan, the Enchanting Queen! Ning Rongrong: You guys go ahead, I'll just watch and learn!

A smile appeared on Lu Yu's face as he immediately produced two celestial herbs.

One was a nine-petaled celestial orchid! The other was a variegated tulip!

Earlier, while at the Land of Ice and Fire, he had finally discovered something that pleasantly surprised him.

That was, the innate primordial breath within his body could accelerate the growth of celestial herbs!

Because of this very reason, he dared to set forth numerous conditions to recruit affiliated forces and distribute celestial herbs to his disciples.

Otherwise, relying solely on the resources within the Land of Ice and Fire...

"Young Master Fang is quite nonchalant. If ordinary people knew they only had six years left to live, they would have gone mad by now," the innkeeper chuckled lightly.

The world of Jiangzhou seemed like a pure white realm. Right then, a carriage could be seen rocking and swaying from the east of the city, crawling forward at a speed that could easily rival a turtle.

Regarding Yu Linglong's words—"I'll cook a good meal at home and wait for you to come back"—Ji Meina couldn't help but wonder why those words sounded so much like a wife seeing off her departing husband.

In Huoji, there was a bizarre creature known as the [Soulless Wanderer] that bore a similar face, though it was clearly different from Yefu.

The governor-general was incompetent, the prefects and county magistrates were mediocre, and the local prominent clans and powerful households who obstructed the New Laws were all bandits disrupting the state.

The Empress Dowager had once personally asked the Grand Emperor and the Emperor for a Ruyi scepter to present to Furong Gongzi, wishing to ensure her lifelong peace and contentment.

First, let us discuss what a problematic student is; this is a rather vague concept. Problematic students and poor performers cannot be equated. They might even have excellent grades, yet harbor various kinds of issues.

Daoist Huanglong clearly had not anticipated this move and was too late in his attempt to withdraw. Flipping his palm, a summoning banner burst forth from his sleeve, crashing fiercely against the tip of the spear. With a crisp clang that deflected the fatal blow, he retreated three zhang in a flurry.

It was said to be for paying respects at the ancestral temple and holding the grand examination here, allowing him to return to the capital in a grand and proper manner.

The one who spoke was another young man, standing beside an elderly person whose age seemed comparable to that of Song Yan.

This was because Bai Yu could be considered a master at gathering intelligence. As long as it was not something overly obscure, entrusting an inquiry to Bai Yu meant the news would be brought back in complete detail within a mere two hours, though nobody quite knew what methods he actually used.

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Yet at this very moment, Qin Jiuxuan could clearly feel the sword intent flowing across Liu Shuangxue's skin—sharp and bone-chilling, stabbing right at his aging face.

Feeling both ashamed and enraged now, she raised her leg to kick Song Jingyu in the groin. However, Song Jingyu seemed to have anticipated it, instantly dodging aside and trapping her leg with his own.

On the best viewing balcony located in the center on the left side, Wen Mao, the head of the Wen clan, appeared, accompanied by several clan elders from the Wen branch, while the steward Wen Kui guided them to their seats.

Prompted by Nan Yunwan like that, Luo Mingxuan lost face and could only resign himself to bad luck.

Of course, the premise was that Zheng Xin leaned toward the aristocratic families—meaning becoming a running dog for them, and specifically the kind of dog who could only drink water if one of the leading figures of the families deigned to toss him some leftovers.

The God of Hammers swung his Meow-Meow hammer, acting all familiar as he cheerfully greeted Uchiha Madara, the First Emperor, the Fire Fist, and the others.

After taking on the battle, the latter pondered for a while and finally devised a solution: he directly planted three traps within the backdoor program vulnerabilities.

Having just cursed the system a thousand and eight hundred times in his mind, Zheng Xin never expected this piece of trash to come and bother him again; he had no choice but to open and glance at the notification.

Although Qin Jiaojiao wasn't particularly terrified, she still felt a degree of resistance, her speech carrying a slight stutter.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yinyin had no idea how to respond either, and could only silently frown and lower her head.

Upon hearing this, Master Lin looked into the distance and saw a youthful Daoist priest strolling leisurely against the backdrop of the setting sun. From afar, his tall and slender posture exuded an ethereal grace with every step he took.

Moli Qing and the others thought about it and realized it made sense. After all, this Sun Wukong was a monkey; how could a monkey possibly stay idle?

Just as she lowered her head slightly, adopting a fragile and helpless demeanor, a beast's intense and burning breath washed over the top of her head. That breath, along with the beast's head shifting side to side, clearly betrayed worry and agitation.

Though Mu Qingyi had not appeared for a long time, her beauty clearly remained etched in the minds of many Shushan disciples.

This photograph had once gone viral on Weibo, and later this so-called divine picture frequently appeared in compilations of handsome ordinary men.

The situation outside was far too chaotic; both the Immortal Alliance and the rebellious army from Mount Beimang were stirring restlessly, compounded by a mysterious Soul Sect lurking in the shadows. He certainly intended to grind safely until max level before emerging into the world. By then, he would sweep across all directions and vanquish every enemy. If he declared himself no villain, then he was no villain. Which assassin would dare to sneak up and assassinate him like in the original story?

Subsequently, she summoned her most trusted servants at home and ordered them to search for the departed Xue Pan and Aunt Xue.

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If she made no statement, the audience wouldn't know how to curse her, calling her pretentious or accusing her of pressing her advantage too far.

With animosity boiling to the extreme and hatred blazing like fire, Huan Tianchang flipped upward, unleashing thousands of killing moves simultaneously. Yuan Gongzi countered with a powerful heavy blow, both unleashing vicious techniques as the battle escalated to a frenzied pitch.

"What is this?" Reiner the fatty spoke up first, his chubby face looking ingenuously at the pile of wooden blocks and sheet metal.

At dusk, the group entered the South Gate of Dali City. They saw two large banners reading "Pacifying the South" and "Protecting the Country" fluttering wherever they went, while the commoners cheered loudly, "Long live the Prince of Pacifying the South!" "Long live the Grand General!" Duan Zhengjun smiled and waved in response all the way, exuding the demeanor of a true king without losing the benevolence of a virtuous man.

Facing the Yama's lethal strike, Die Bipo could not help but emit a deep murmur, yet he still showed not the slightest trace of fear. This was because all of this was originally part of Su Huanzhen's plan; everything was proceeding smoothly, and naturally, he had no need to worry.

No wonder Li Yichen had run to the company to throw a tantrum—it turned out Ruan Yun芷 had taken his place and was using that to threaten her?

The city, which had previously resembled a dead silence, instantly became "lively" because of this single bullet fired by Xie Lang.

Not only had the height of the mountain peak doubled, but the roads and trails on the mountain had also been completely devastated and rendered unrecognizable.

The hunting campfire was the core of the Hunters' Association. Without it, no matter how eloquently Ma Zhenhai spoke, it would be utterly impossible to unite the people.

Having spent the entire night without sleep, Li Hanyan sat by the bedside, watching Qiu Maoxi, terrified that something else might happen to her. This lingering worry weighed heavily on his heart; having finally obtained her, he refused to lose her again.

Without a single moment of hesitation, Lin Pingzhi immediately transformed into a stream of azure light, howling as he tore through the void and directly crossed the Gate of Time and Space. In a fleeting instant, his field of vision drastically shifted. Wherever his gaze landed, wherever his eyes could reach, there was nothing but a hazy white mist. Amidst the swirling vapors, he caught sight of a familiar flash of red.

"Cold Wind, continue!" Long Linfei's gaze finally settled upon the blue-clad man. Blood continued to stream from his fingers, his pale face distorted and twisted out of human shape by the excruciating pain.

At that exact moment, a sudden change occurred. Yin Rupo's body lunged forward, his left hand clenched into a fist, stabbing fiercely toward Qian Yun's heart. At that moment, Qian Yun was like a candle in the wind, his entire body's strength drained away, leaving him completely unable to defend himself.

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