Chapter 55 Falling into the Water and Giving Breath

As soon as this news spread, many ginseng hunters rushed to the scene upon hearing it. Everyone knew that the General's Mansion had always been generous. If it was true as Guan Zhi said, helping the Madam find a good ginseng might even earn them some extra silver coins.

After Liu Shoucai captured a raw soul into a ceramic jar, the teacher wrote the name of that soul on it. Badou then covered the mouth of the jar with yellow paper, and sealed it using red brick mud mixed with boy's urine.

In this battle, the Song army statistics recorded over thirty thousand Mongolian soldiers killed in ambush, more than twenty thousand captured, nearly one million dan of grain and forage, alongside countless gold and silver utensils, and fine silks and satins.

Duan Qingyi nodded. Still not allowing Huangfu Yin'er to make a move, she instead took out a medicinal pill and shoved it into Gu Mingyi's mouth.

The hoarse voice did not appear again; instead, it grew gentle. A pair of snake-like pupils abruptly lit up in the pitch-black room. Facing the vertical serpent eyes, Ge Cha forcefully suppressed the terror in his heart and the urge to turn and run, haltingly recounting the limited information he knew.

And then, when Lin Feng spent five days without sleep, and after experiencing one failure, finally succeeded in setting up a large-scale grade-five illusion array outside the mountain gates of the Pill Soul Sect, it marked his attainment of master-level proficiency in array formations, officially stepping into the fifth-grade tier.

On the very day the college entrance examination ended, Park Yun-han brought over the Haimixiang she had found earlier, but she had neglected to deal with it over the past two days. Seized by a sudden impulse now, she decided to handle it promptly before Park Hee-geun's arrival.

When Jin Ye emerged, what met his eyes was Su Jinluo wrapped up like a cocoon with his clothes discarded on the floor. Judging by the sight, he must have bullied the person quite ruthlessly just a moment ago.

Kim Seol-hyun felt that happiness had arrived too abruptly. Still feeling somewhat dizzy and dazed, she foolishly held the script, forgetting even to utter words of gratitude.

Carrying the sentiment of "I am no different from ordinary people," Ye Qi shrugged with self-derision. Yet, his self-deprecating gesture and preceding sigh clearly caused a misunderstanding with the nearby driver—brimming with the unique, bustling warmth of a metropolis like Dudel, the driver flashed a hearty smile at the Ye Qi seated beside him.

After yearning for so long, seeing doctors, taking restorative herbs, and having to study various postures every single night...

"A meeting of legends, is it?" Wei glanced briefly at Isaac, then at Guldason walking ahead, and stepped forward to follow them.

Such grass-fed horses could run thirty or forty miles in one breath, which was already considered fine stock. Warhorses, however, were mostly Mongolian or Western Regions breeds, and covering seventy or eighty miles in a single breath was frequently effortless for them.

Therefore, the Joy Sect colluded with the Demic Cult. The Demic Cult had always regarded the human physical body as a creation of evil demons, and thus possessed a secret technique within the sect that could destroy the physical body while preserving the soul even while the infant was still in the womb.

He had wondered why, despite having integrated an angel's bloodline, his enhancement didn't seem particularly powerful. He hadn't expected there to be a unique innate talent, and moreover, this talent required a greater number of bees and insects to activate.

What they saw—was it a thunderous waterfall? Or a pillar of lightning piercing the heavens? Or perhaps a towering mountain of thunder?

"I suppose if the bandits needed any transport to move that thing, perhaps..." Luke even began to suspect the bear-clan demihuman.

"After all, we've already spent 100 days making early preparations here." Chu Xuan, however, remained unimpressed, considering this to be a matter of course for him.

A red ordinary family sedan was already parked by the roadside, seemingly waiting for something.

Chu Xuan's utterly placid command drifted into Zero's ears on the balcony. The lean-built man made crisp, decisive movements, raising the Gauss sniper rifle in his hand to take aim at the target.

Yet he had not expected that upon getting into the carriage, she would actually leave Qinglian and Fan'er behind. This was to steady Le Linfeng and inform Le Hengqing that she would yet return to Lin'an.

Aside from the interactive communication between pop stars and fans, this large-scale music festival would launch an online concert mode for the first time. Major singers would take turns performing, and fans would need a virtual ticket to watch—a ticket that was naturally of considerable value.

Situ Xiao turned and entered, Ruan Jingyuan cleared the path, and Li Yilin straightened his garments, stepping inside to pull the door shut.

Meng Xin raised an eyebrow. So the opponent was not a physical person, but rather an energy body possessing human thoughts and emotions. However, she had heard quite a bit about the Three Masters of Technics. Legend had it that the Three Masters of Technics were among the absolute top experts of the younger generation today; she never imagined she would encounter Illusion, one of the three, here today.

Hearing this information, Ying Wushuang learned a great deal more about the Ying family, realizing that their entire family had been thrown into chaos by a mysterious group of men in black. Even if he possessed the benevolent heart of a healer, this blood debt was one he had to avenge.

Wang Yan placed the items into a hollowed-out spatial pouch, walked to the door, and had his personal guard descend to hand the spatial pouch over to the brothel madam.

"Yamaguchi-kun, it seems you've suddenly grown smart, huh." Zhao Gan smiled with satisfaction, while his fingers quietly pressed a certain key on his phone.

A willow branch, stirred by the breeze, gently brushed against her face, yet it felt to her like a form of torture. She suddenly thought of how she was a woman betrothed to another; she loved Ji Qing, and Ji Qing loved her. That kind of love lacked overwhelming passion, yet it was tranquil and blissful.

After shattering Ji Nanjia's sword radiance, the massive palm print, though dimmed by a fraction, still forged ahead with unstoppable momentum.

The reason why Gordon wanted the coalition forces to participate in this Mercenary Guild exchange convention was presumably to lay the groundwork for the future. Right now, the members of the coalition forces were not yet qualified to participate in such battles, but what about two years later? What about four years later?

At one moment he shouted not to commit suicide by following the saints. At another he asked why they didn't simply plunder Chang'an, flee east to the Central Plains, and find another master to rely upon? This infuriated Li Shunjie, who executed over a dozen military officers in one breath, smashing their heads into pulp with axes and halberds, before finally managing to curb the dissent.

People on the street outside originally paid no attention when they heard her cries for help, but upon hearing the word "fire," they rushed toward her vicinity carrying basins of water.

In terms of appearance, temperament, and talent, Su Bai was not inferior to Yu Jiaolong. Moreover, the rise of the Qin Dynasty Group could be called a commercial miracle.