0125 The world might evolve.

They were skeptical. As one ages in the Realm of Human Perception, the aging process slows, and one’s approximate cultivation age can be discerned from their appearance. To them, Ye Ming looked far too young; he could not have been cultivating for more than thirty years. With such a short span of time, what experience could he possibly have with spirit plants?

Caught between spirit and reason, the state of mind that Su Xuyuan had only just managed to settle under the Immortal Phoenix’s consolation was once again thrown into chaos.

After waiting for quite a while, the door finally opened. A pungent scent of alcohol rushed out, so strong that Wen Rou couldn't help but cover her nose, her brows furrowed in deep distaste.

"Square Inch Universe!" Within the square inch, there lies a universe. By condensing swords into a boundary and wielding the power of Yin and Yang Taiji, he trapped his enemy within that confined space. Xi Mie Tian Lai narrowed his eyes; he saw that the man, who had been drunk just moments ago, now held no trace of intoxication in his eyes.

The white current changed color in an instant, beginning to shimmer with a faint black hue. Within the storm, a surge of electricity seemed to flow, crackling with a buzzing sound as bright sparks spilled out, casting flickering light and shadow across Jiang Rangkong’s face.

In mounted combat, Dian Wei might not have been the equal of Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, or Guan Yu. But on foot, the three of them were no match for him. Dian Wei’s prowess on the ground was extraordinary; let alone taking on a hundred men with ten, he could have slaughtered them all just as easily by himself.

After a few brief words, the tension in Guo Mu’s nerves began to ease. He no longer evaded the conversation and even spent a while flirting with Pan Yun over the phone.

This was a standard boxing arena, capable of seating thousands of spectators. The venue lights were all switched on, illuminating the entire space with brilliant clarity.

Just as before, Wen Rou ignored the enthusiastic greetings of the two private butlers, while Chen Luo offered them a faint smile.

For a moment, Princess Ajani of the Elves held her guard, Ikes, in higher regard, realizing she had consistently underestimated him.

However, even if the Underworld had failed in its duty, she was currently in need of outside help. How could she obtain his assistance without offending the Underworld King?

Yun Mo was never one for words, and now, pressured by Lin Miwan, he grew even more silent. He simply kept his eyes fixed on her, as if she might vanish from his sight at any moment.

Now, he had to head to a far more terrifying place: the headquarters of the Ghost-Rearing Clan, the Lost Soul Cliff.

Futuo’s fists sent three clones flying, but his movements were hindered as a result. The remaining two clones, along with Ding Huo, seized the opening and drove their "Chaotic Dance" technique deep into Futuo’s body.

Yet, after a thorough reconnaissance, Li Ziyuan discovered little beyond the fact that the puppet Hubai garrison force had significantly increased its troop numbers at the Luoma and Qiaokou strongholds. Aside from the fact that they were busy training new recruits, the entire Hubai region remained remarkably calm.

However, Li Ziyuan could not quite understand why these two were so anxious. He knew that his superiors placed great importance on the hospital. Even with food supplies as tight and difficult as they were, the hospital remained a priority for allocation. While things were indeed strained, it shouldn't have been enough to cause such distress.

A deafening roar erupted, and a powerful shockwave surged outward, detonating repeatedly in the air. The dozens of masters from the Qishi Mansion were unable to dodge in time, and in an instant, they were torn into a rain of blood by the sheer force.

On the ring, Chu Xing was utterly exhausted. He knelt on one knee, gasping for air, with trails of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Chu Zhaonan clenched his hands, his face devoid of expression. After a moment, he could only gesture for him to leave. To say anything more would only cause Fang Yuan further pain. Their love for one another was not easily accepted in any case, and the rest would have to be faced on their own.

A gust of wind suddenly blew open the second-story window, tossing the bead curtains that resembled ghosts’ dreams and flower shadows. The sound of the beads clashing was exquisite, much like the voice of Master Fen.

It was like gambling on raw jade: you wait in anticipation, hoping for a ruby, only to find a piece of amethyst when you crack it open.

"Headmistress, Yan Die and Die Xu missed you so much..." Yan Die and Die Xu playfully nuzzled against Zihan, their movements, rhythm, voices, and even the frequency of their blinking almost perfectly synchronized.

A lazy voice drifted out, sounding as if it hadn't come from Zhang Mengmeng’s lips at all, yet it felt strikingly real—clearly, this was intentional on her part.

"Why? Because the shopkeeper knew he had wronged the Master, so he gave us compensation, of course." Baili Yunran replied to Feng Lingyue without a second thought, her tone entirely natural.

Filled with joy, he did not rush. He knew that relocating these things would not be easy; one wrong move would affect the whole. After careful observation and laying out multiple array nodes, he finally began his work.

Meng Jue took off without a backward glance, leaving the black-clad man alone to tangle with the Suanni. The beast didn't care about anything else; once Meng Jue left, it shifted all its attention to him, chasing him down with savage bites.

Hearing footsteps, he lazily opened his eyes. The indifference deep within them vanished the moment he met my gaze, replaced by a fleeting spark of light. He stared at me intently, saying nothing, and the very air seemed to grow tense.

However, once word spread that Feng Lingyue had been introduced by the Prince of Zhennan, the crowd erupted. They began to whisper and gossip about Feng Lingyue and her companions.

Many would be gripped by fear when facing certain death, but Bai Qi, having confronted life and death countless times, had naturally forged nerves of steel. Furthermore, he had been mentally prepared long ago, and all that remained in his heart was a sense of calm.

"It seems Lin Yu’s ability is truly formidable!" Zihan sat in 'China,' sipping fruit juice while watching the opening ceremony recorded on the digital camera on her computer.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the black clouds in the sky slowly gathered into a pitch-black expanse. A flash of light streaked across, and a 'rumble' of thunder followed. People were startled once more, thinking it was the sound from the city gate, until someone shouted, "It’s thunder! It’s actually thundering!" Only then did everyone realize it was the sound of a storm.