Chapter 118: Evolution

"Is this the mark of entering the Third Realm?" Qin Yue endured the agonizing sensation of his body tearing apart, his eyes gleaming with pleasant surprise.

The eighteenth level of Void Gazing... to think it already granted the regenerative abilities of the Third Realm!

He continued to circulate the Heaven-Stealing and Sun-Swapping technique, incessantly drawing energy from the heavenly tribulation lightning to frantically temper his physique.

Gradually, the agony of his body being cleaved, his flesh evaporating, and his bones and tendons snapping began to subside significantly.

He had actually... grown somewhat accustomed to this torment!

Among the younger generation, besides Wei Yuan, who else dared to claim they were held so close to the Emperor's heart and favored by his grace?

After all, one of the reasons Zhao Zhen had tasked him with receiving the envoys from the two nations was to demonstrate the formidable strength of the Great Zhou.

The stance training taught by the martial arts school had no specific name; it consisted of thirteen postures, and thus, people in the world called it the Thirteen-Posture Standing Meditation.

The bandits patrolling around the camp had already been replaced twice. According to Gu Sinian’s estimation, there were at least thirty or forty people inside the cave.

But things were different now. Shi Ruize, having long ago donned the dragon robe and the imperial crown, could hardly wait to have a western mirror brought in once he was fully dressed.

Wei Yuan, who had not yet returned home, submitted a memorial to resign from his position as Grand Tutor, refusing the Nine Bestowments, the Yellow Axe-Battleaxe, and the Death-Immunity Medal.

Just as Bai Yan had expected, those medicinal herbs allocated from above, aside from a small portion given to the injured camp soldiers, were all sold off by Zhang Lan.

Li Fengnian scurried all over the city, visiting seven or eight martial arts schools. After careful consideration, he finally arrived at a school named the Iron Claw Sect.

Knowing that Chen Tingze had feelings for the young lady before them, he chose to step aside, making an excuse to head to the restroom.

"Don't mention it, it's only right that we do so," Shu Yao also smiled. At that moment, a man who had been chatting pulled out several chairs from somewhere and said to Huang Jun and the others, "Sit, sit. You’ve been walking for most of the night, you must be tired. We country folk don’t know much about etiquette, so please don’t take offense," the man said kindly.

For the time being, she didn't see He Nanyu as cynical or strange; she only saw her as melancholy. There was always a faint sorrow in her gaze, even when she smiled. She looked pitiful, yet exceptionally gentle and refined.

In the blink of an eye, it had been several days since Lianxin returned to the capital. The weather cleared up a bit that day, and the snow that had fallen for days finally stopped. Early in the morning, the servants in the mansion began to bustle about. With the snow having persisted for so long, many tasks had been delayed, and now that the sky had finally cleared, they naturally had to get to work.

She was incredibly charming and lovely, yet without a hint of vulgarity. She never gave the impression of being low-born or easy to bully; instead, her temperament was only made more unique and alluring.

The cold light struck Wu Chen’s hand and was easily caught. Ignoring Ulquiorra’s stunned expression, he swung his blade upward.

I froze for a moment. Words spoken are like spilled water—they cannot be taken back. It seemed these two breaths were debts that had to be paid; there was no escaping them. I approached Xue Shang, pressed my lips against hers, and exhaled into her mouth.

He pulled two bank cards from his wallet. Not remembering exactly how much money was in them, he was just about to log into the bank to check when two notifications popped up on the screen. One was from the bank, notifying him that one hundred thousand yuan had been transferred into his account.

Wei Ruonan giggled. Just as she was about to say something, the carriage seemed to be struck by something, causing it to tilt and slamming them against the carriage boards. The impact made Duan Yunjun’s head spin, adding to the fury she was already suppressing. She angrily pushed aside the curtain at the front of the carriage and jumped out.

"Isn't that enough? Just accept it; don't worry about the rest. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility for you," Lianxin urged, sparing no effort to persuade Ji Jiawei to agree.

Guanxing Mountain was suspended in mid-air, and the Cangtian Peak rose even higher, piercing the clouds with the help of the mountain, creating a sense of magnificent grandeur.

"In this world, those who have seen my face number no more than five..." Mingyue said.