Volume 1, Chapter 65: Long live, long live, a thousand years long live the Goddess of Flowers!

A gentle breeze brushed across Su Zhizhi’s hair, making her look like a celestial fairy descending from the jasper pool.
The Crown Prince was utterly transfixed. Despite considering himself a connoisseur of countless beauties, he had never laid eyes on anyone with such otherworldly grace as the Master of the Yongming Pavilion.
If he only cared about honors within the league, he could have easily stayed with the Flash Wolves and casually farmed statistics in the LMS region. It is simply that Karsa held higher aspirations for his professional career.
Back at Shrek Academy, they had already realized their opponents might be Contra-level or even Titled Douluo-level, yet they still vowed to cultivate diligently so they could somehow lend Huo Yuhao a hand.
Wanyan Wuzhu glanced at the map and nodded. "Have the kitchens prepare plenty of meat and let the soldiers eat their fill. By the day after tomorrow, I suspect we won't have the time." With that, Wanyan Wuzhu burst into hearty laughter, looking thoroughly pleased.
If he failed to capture Master Sanzang, it would become the laughingstock of his fellow demon king brothers in the underworld.
Mu Kaixuan was not lying; his trip this time had indeed been a spur-of-the-moment decision. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to book a room at the Baya Hotel, and the farce that followed would never have happened.
However, they had only ascended for a couple of days and had not yet had the chance to conduct a deep investigation, though they kept it firmly in mind.
He still remembered that the first time he sensed the aura of malice was during the attribute-linking ritual with Qiu'er in the Extreme North. From that moment on, he had begun paying close attention to this malevolent presence.
Seeming to sense her emotional shift, the others quickly put away their jests. Jokes were jokes, but if Shui Bing'er could truly master her own martial soul, she would no longer need to act so timidly and cautiously, and her strength would undoubtedly soar by a massive margin.
Some people felt he was merely a shockwave, unable to break into a single World Championship after all these years.
"Tell me, do you like Su Jingyi?" Miao Fengxian raised her head, pressing close to his ear. Blowing a warm breath against it, she asked him in a husky voice—tender yet tinged with allure, and alluring mixed with a touch of gentleness, making Lu Xun’s entire body melt instantly.
The Church of Truth was the denomination to which Zhao Zhenxing belonged. Its core philosophy revolved around unlocking human potential while opposing material indulgence, believing that the human body shared a mysterious connection with the universe, and that understanding oneself was tantamount to understanding the universe. Their motto was: "The universe is truth!"
Zhou Pan used the Scepter of Calamity to teleport directly into the fray, and then, with lightning speed, struck the Beast God over the head with the scepter.
Where on earth had those ancient figures gone? Why was it that to this day, only supreme beings like Pangu could be considered ancient?
The scene was utterly tragic. Joseph had been driving a sports car at the time, and the surveillance footage clearly showed that the vehicle suddenly lost control mid-drive, colliding with other cars before the sports car was completely wrecked and ultimately exploded.
In truth, being able to remain somewhat cold-hearted is sometimes a blessing; at the very least, one is spared from heartbreak, sorrow, and the fear of parting.
Time-Space Daoist and his companions were about to reach the northern border city, yet the journey had suddenly become unobstructed, which seemed rather suspicious.
However, Alliance Leader Jiang said that once this errand was successfully completed, he would make an exception and allow me into the stronghold to attempt a breakthrough to the supreme realm.
Mo Yuan was one of the royal-tier powerhouses of the Ziyue Imperial Family, as well as a Sword King. Though he shared no blood ties with the royal family and held no actual political power, his own strength was the formidable guarantee of his status. Furthermore, as an old veteran who had followed the late emperor into battle in his early years, the Purple Emperor held him in high esteem.
Jiao Cheng nodded emotionally, yearning to utter countless words of gratitude, but every word that reached his lips dissolved into muffled sobs.
Dadong only told his mother that they had seen a ghost. His mother immediately rushed out to fetch the old man from their village.