Volume One, Chapter 52: Let’s Sleep Together Tonight

You Jin put down his phone, his deep eyes burning like torches as he quietly gazed at her sweet smile. The corners of his mouth ticked upward slightly. "I'll have whatever you're having."

"Let's go..." Song Wanxi walked toward the food section.

Song Wanxi went to pick out the ingredients, while You Jin filled two bags with large mangoes and tangerines in the fruit section.

A middle-aged man in white robes walked into the Golden Glow Cave with his hands behind his back. Inside, there was still only a single spring, two futons, and nothing else—for all external objects are hindrances to cultivation.

Looking at the Queen's flushed and lustful face, Shang Shui felt a surge of even deeper disgust, which involuntarily brought back memories of a past she thought she had said goodbye to forever. Her body and mind trembled slightly. It was as if a voice was echoing in her mind, recounting a reality she was unwilling to think about, unwilling to admit, and even less willing to accept.

Ye Xin said, "I believe Tian Ge will definitely be able to cure Linger's illness." For Ye Xin knew that You Yitian was someone who created miracles!

"Idiot! Neutral ones are normal! Both positive and negative abilities are pathological!" Shi Zhioling knew that You Yitian's thoughts had wandered off again.

"Immortal Jade Pond Dew, the legendary miraculous potion that grants the user an exquisite and peerless complexion upon application." In truth, this was merely a legend Yan Zimo had overheard by chance, never expecting that such a thing truly existed in this world.

However, this transformation did not serve to kill the enemy. Several or even dozens of Great Xia soldiers and disciples of the Zhuanxu family would swarm a single demon, hacking him into mincemeat before he even had a chance to unleash his arts.

The List of Gods and the God-Beating Whip were supreme primordial spiritual treasures, born in response to the heavenly mandate of conferring gods. Now that the investiture was not yet complete, the God-Beating Whip spontaneously gathered a murderous aura to serve the canonization. Although Landeng's cultivation far surpassed that of Zhang Bainin, he was utterly helpless against this God-Beating Whip.

Many people assumed Wang Qiang had made a move, but when they looked over, they saw him still standing there with his arms crossed over his chest—he hadn't intervened at all just now.

As for the person refining treasures on the dharma altar, it was none other than that black bear Yuan Hong and Wang Chunyang had encountered thirty odd years ago when they first entered Black Wind Mountain.

Yet they did not know that Han Lin's greatest strength at this moment was his spiritual power. A single roar of his spiritual energy vibration was enough to reduce everything before him to dust.

Murderous intent filled the air as that longsword lunged forward with a ferocious and violent aura, unstoppable like a fierce tiger crossing a river.

I foolishly thought it was just an illusion, but the one who caught and held my sinking body was Long Xiao. Even less could I imagine that someone as proud as Long Xiao, someone who loathed me as much as Long Xiao, would give me his breath without a single second of hesitation.

It turned out that Jie Long could not bear the quiet on this day either, and had also taken to the ring to spar. His strikes were vicious, severely injuring two challengers in a row. Afterward, the young master of the Zhejiang Hong family stepped onto the stage and unleashed the Thunder Annihilation Fist, beating Jie Long off the stage with three heavy blows.

She only knew that as she looked at Liu Yang's smiling face and listened to his casual voice, even though every muscle in her body was still trembling, she could no longer cry.

Bypassing the river and the green woods, the night wind followed that white tiger statue into the mountains, arriving at a relatively open clearing.

Inside the secret chamber, Qiu Yuan continuously tempered the Tyrant God Saber within the smelting furnace. Under the fierce flame of his true Qi, the Tyrant God Saber showed not the slightest change. Qiu Yuan continuously retrieved medicinal pills from the stone cabinet in the chamber and swallowed them to replenish the depleted true essence within his body.

Listening to what Han Lin and Meng Ci were saying, Linglong's face held a look of bewilderment mixed with sorrow. She likely had not recalled any memories of her past life at this moment, but she was somewhat touched by Ao Ming's expression of utter grief.

Zhasiwang let out a roar, but before he could even get back to his feet, his neck was clamped by Robert from behind. Zhasiwang's tier-three strength felt blocked somewhere within his body and could not be unleashed. He roared wildly in frustration, but to no avail.

There will be major power outages over the next few days, and the restoration times are uncertain. I can only try to maintain a fixed schedule as much as possible. At the same time, since it's the end of the month, I want to apologize for the very irregular updates this month.