Chapter 49: What If I Become a Chubby Glutton?

Qin Huang summoned his inner strength, unleashing a force comparable to the Spirit Condensation Realm—his presence surged like a vast ocean, and his voice thundered. Yet Zhao Gao stood motionless as before; no guards burst in from outside, and his adversary seemed utterly unaffected. Qin Huang’s heart sank.

The reason the Celestial Emperor’s Grand Celestial Formation contained less than thirty percent of the Star Lords as the principal array was, naturally, closely related to the Emperor of Purple Tenuity.

Leading the way was a young monk, strikingly youthful, with a simple and sincere aura that inspired instant affinity. He was followed by four elder monks, their faces kind and serene, their bearing that of accomplished masters. One after another, they leapt onto the city wall.

But who could have imagined that as Xu Huang’s axe was about to land, the man called Gan Ning casually raised his blade to block. Xu Huang felt a tremendous force crash against him, making it impossible to hold onto his axe; it flew straight into the sky and hurtled toward the enemy general named Chen Dao.

Suddenly, the chains binding him snapped apart, and the crucifix behind him erupted into a cloud of black smoke that vanished into the void.

For this reason, grapes were an absolute luxury in Chang’an. Only the imperial palace could serve them in abundance. In ordinary households, only the head of the family might have a chance to taste them.

To utterly sever the world from the control of the Apocalypse World—consider, even immortals cannot escape its grasp—that alone illustrates the terrifying power of this formation. It is truly worthy to be ranked alongside the six supreme, defiant arrays of legend.

Xia Fei sat aside, still shaken by the devastating power of the space bomb's explosion. If not for Yu Hua using the power of the laws to block the shockwave, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“Halt! Who goes there?” As Zhou Yu marveled at the sight before him, he arrived at Xupu City beneath Jiuzhen Commandery, only to be challenged by the city’s guards with a loud shout.

Yet given the colossal size of the warship, any attempt to turn back would require considerable time.

Bat Ling stared in disbelief at the dazzling, multicolored pill. Was it possible such a miraculous elixir existed in the world—one that could transform a being into human form without enduring the tribulation of heaven’s thunder?

Not to mention that he already had a fiancée—even if he were single, she would still hesitate to provoke Pang Xinying. Why was that?

The night Chen Feng was beaten, Lu Xiangxue was aware. With Song Bin’s personality, he would boast everywhere; the whole circle already knew.

He no longer cared about demon contracts or not; the sudden arrival of hope left him both stunned and ecstatic.

His wife was already so ill—why would he still let her stay in the car’s trunk?

Though already a Nascent Soul cultivator with a long lifespan, as long as he could not ascend, life in this world remained beset with perils; any day, a powerful cultivator might come to challenge him.

Nine towering cauldrons, each as tall as a man, stood before the bronze divine tree. Unlike the square Simu Wu Cauldron, these nine were all round-bellied, three-legged, exuding an ancient and solemn aura.

When he left the boxing gym that night, it was already nine o’clock. Coincidentally, Xia Yitong had also worked late, so Chen Feng offered her a ride home.

Fortunately, the bar belonged to his cousin, so he enjoyed the lowest possible discount; otherwise, he’d have been forced to live on scraps all year.

That smile, in his eyes, was like a talisman summoning death. His mind raced for an escape, when suddenly he caught sight of the blazing furnace cauldron. He sighed deeply, then struck with his palm.

This fierce, polarizing battle of praise and criticism propelled Jiang Dongliu to the ranks of the most popular singers.

Su Yao suddenly felt furious—so that was the reason he gave everyone for their breakup.

“No, what’s up?” Hearing her excited tone, Lin Shen waved his assistant away, deciding to put work aside and listen.

Xue Ling leaned her elbow on the edge of the bath, gazing at Lu Zhi, and suddenly let out a peal of laughter. These young women were so beautiful, both in appearance and in spirit. If only she herself could be like that.

In the face of such natural beauty as Jiang Ye, Jiang Yunfei couldn’t help but worry—if fame came her way, would she be thrust into the spotlight because of her looks?

Qi Ruyan, hearing Ning Jingchen’s footsteps halt, turned to look at him, only to see a pained expression on his face, as if he were suffering.

No one knew how much time had passed before Zuo Xiangling, having dozed off, woke to find the cerulean sun already beginning to descend in the western sky.

Zhang Xiao smiled faintly; his handsome face, illuminated by starlight, looked especially enchanting, like a banished immortal descended to earth.

“It’s nothing,” Su Yao replied with a forced laugh. She hadn't intended to consult him today anyway—if he hadn’t kept pestering, she wouldn’t have bothered with him at all.

Zhuge Miracle didn’t have time to give Zhang Xiao a crash course before Zhuge Great Sage forcibly dragged him off to a matchmaking event.

She had searched everywhere—calling, thinking, even combing through every corner of the house—but the stone that had once appeared in her hand was nowhere to be found. She cared so much precisely because she believed that stone might hold the secret to returning her to her twenty-first-century world.