Volume 1, Chapter 34: Integration

Ressurgimento da Energia Espiritual: Prevendo o Futuro, Começando com a Arte Mística Oito-Nove Peixe cinza 1262 words 2026-08-04 04:11:07

Kill!
Cries of battle echoed through the streets, one after another.
Nearby residents, terrified, huddled in their homes, afraid to step outside.
Since the resurgence of spiritual energy, violence had become far from rare, but this was the first time they had heard a commotion of such magnitude.
Half an hour later, the hundreds of men from the Kaishan Martial Arts School had all been subdued.
Gao Tianqiang marched a portion of the captives toward the school, occupying Dong Baichuan’s headquarters without the slightest effort.
"What are we waiting for then? Let’s go get it now to cure her," Gong Shaoqing said, immediately attempting to pull Luo Chen toward the door.
"An Haotian, can’t we have some variety?" Gu Yan asked, looking at the supplements on the table. How long had it been? Every single day at noon, it was the same thing. She couldn't even stand the smell of them anymore; just seeing them made her feel nauseous.
The Black Warriors were suffering heavier losses by the moment, and Wang Yu’s heart grew increasingly anxious. If the Black Warriors couldn't lead the convoy out of the sea of insects, these people would face only one fate: being torn to shreds.
Having served the old matriarch for a long time, Qiulan understood her intentions perfectly and immediately went out to fetch a doctor.
"We should go to the hospital to visit tomorrow as well." He pulled back the quilt and wrapped his arms around the person leaning against the headboard. After all, Shangguan Jing was his sister-in-law, which was one of the reasons he hadn’t pursued her wrongdoings.
The smile had vanished from Pei Xingjian’s face. He pulled her silently into his arms; as the carriage began to roll with a slight sway, he remained silent for a long while.
Wang Hai-tao glanced at Feng Tiantian. He had endured long enough and knew she likely couldn't hold on much longer. Finally, gritting his teeth, he said, "Let’s do a master-servant contract." Given her current condition, she would probably agree to anything. One thousand dream points was a bargain; it was a rare opportunity, and she was the one.
Jun Lie dared not be negligent and immediately dispatched a few soldiers to escort this envoy to Zhong City. The fellow was actually quite well-behaved; upon arriving, he lacked the arrogance typical of those from large tribes, yet the words he spoke sent shivers down Zhong Shan’s spine.
Although technology has transformed our lifestyle, making our lives safer and more convenient, when you think about it, there are some things that are truly worth looking forward to, even if they come with danger.
Uncles and aunts want to hear their adorable grandchildren call out for their grandparents, while parents want to shed their responsibilities and wait for grandchildren to arrive. Yet, when you start dating, elders complain that the partner’s family is poor, that they are ugly, or that they don't know how to speak well—it truly feels impossible to please them.
From a distance, Bai Gang could see them clearly: Cao Yu was dressed in a black tailcoat, looking every bit the British butler; he wasn't sure what贺齐's role was, but he wore ornate, simplified armor and a cloak, appearing like a nobleman; as for Lei Yiming, well, one look and you knew he was a bodyguard.
"You dare insult my father?" Garcia was a hot-headed fellow. Hearing Enrique’s insolence, he snatched a wooden club from the ground and charged at him.
But Liu Qing showed no reaction at all. Alas, perhaps he was too weak, or perhaps he had fallen unconscious once again.
Following the method used for the wooden hammer, Li An thought he could activate the golden bowl by channeling his internal energy into it, but the result was completely unexpected.
Facing his passionate confession, Gu Meng simply looked away, saying nothing. He had caused her to be separated from her family and her lover; even the deepest of loves could not shake her heart.
He was a man who had died once before, and so he knew that the reason people fear death is largely because they have too many things they cannot let go of.
He looked around vigilantly but found no one suspicious. Still, as the time had come, he suppressed his displeasure and left Wufu Temple.
"They are all slaves. And the kind that have been exploited to the limit. There is no life left in their eyes. They are more desperate than most slaves I’ve seen before," Kalanda said.