Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Spirit-Locking Array

"I'm just wondering if this bright red apple is delicious," Ji Meina said with a smile. Naturally, the truth could not be spoken, so she came up with an excuse on the spot.

However, this kind of neurotic behavior does pay off at times. It is similar to long-term investment; although it consumes a great deal of energy and unnecessary attention, there are always one or two critical moments when it yields a huge return.

Dou Wei, having already exhausted his supply of reliable ideas for him, looked at the panting Xu Rui and asked with sudden curiosity.

After the "Holy Pharynx," Fei was vastly different from her past self; only a small fraction of the entangled information remained, but that was not the point.

"You mean... they are not to be feared?" The young man in the moonlight-colored robe chuckled, though there was not the slightest change in his expression.

"Xiaying Middle School, and you?" Lin Chu knew which school Ye Dong'er had graduated from, yet still feigned ignorance as he asked.

In the end, Bai Chuan Longquan, like Fujiwara Zhai, Takagi Zuo'an, and the old man, chose to submit.

Although the explosive power of the two did not appear very great, their eerie effects had indeed taken hold of the Sand Shukaku.

The records contained nothing more than bizarre and grotesque stories, though the descriptions were far too unsightly.

Until he was shoved into an empty classroom—heaven knows why Hogwarts Castle had so many useless rooms—Lockhart remained in a state of bewilderment, unable to snap out of it.

Lanhai mourned in her heart, as if she could already foresee the countless twists and turns in the future that would lead Long Xiang to doubt his very existence.

In the Snow Leopard Military District compound, Ding Yuhan, who was walking along the road, suddenly felt a pang of heartache. She heard two gunshots; looking toward the source of the sound, she saw the newly arrived trainees practicing at the shooting range.

The spiraling staircase downward soon ended, and a stone door blocked the way. Zhang Lei carefully held his torch, searching left and right, until he finally found the mechanism to open the door in an inconspicuous corner.

A smile curled at the corners of Gudu Xunbai's mouth. He watched Yadong's unyielding spirit with appreciation, tugged at his white beard, and turned to leave quietly. The sun slid silently behind the western mountains, reflecting a colorful glow across the western sky. Yadong, along with Tulage and Heige, ran down the mountain and headed home.

Weekends usually meant two days off, but besides attending classes at school, A-fa also had to take "agriculture classes"—doing farm work—when at home during holidays. As for homework, it was usually rushed through during the evening rest hours.

The giant golden serpent seemed not to have expected that a human could appear out of thin air above its head. By the time it sensed the incoming killing intent and the flash of the sword, it was too late to dodge. It could only turn its massive head to the side to protect its vital eyes, unable to spare a thought for the five people it was about to swallow.

The Spirit World was indeed a magnificent and unimaginably miraculous place; the descriptions in the Nightmare World were, as expected, not the least bit exaggerated.

Li Lin wore a look of terror once again, turning his pleading gaze toward Ding Yuhan. He could see that Ding Yuhan's words still carried some weight with this burly man. He hoped she would speak up for him again, but this time, Ding Yuhan said nothing, still lost in the weight of Li Qiang's previous words, unable to recover.

"Who are you?" Lang Hongxiang looked at Kong Ling'er. He vaguely sensed that although her cultivation had only reached the sixth-tier Mid-Heaven Realm, her actual strength was far greater than his, or at least stronger than Xiang Wushang's.

He smilingly asked many questions about the magical plants of Lingyu, and Zhizhi told him everything she knew in detail.

Dad removed the headrests and cushions from the passenger seat, grabbed a few random tools, and went to the back of the car with Mom to make repairs.

"Humph! Waiting? A contest of patience?" Mu Yi closed his eyes and continued to meditate. In any case, if Tokyo contacted him, his divine sense was projected outward, and he could notice it at any time. He didn't even need to answer; he just needed to flash his consciousness to acknowledge it.

When Lin Tian first saw Wu Zixiang, he knew the guy had some training. According to Lin Tian's estimation, Zhou Liang was definitely no match for him, and even Lin Tian himself admitted that winning easily would not be simple.

After taking a bite of food and a sip of wine, Gong Shiqin shivered involuntarily. Why did he feel as though several eerie gazes had been fixed on him the whole time?

"How is that possible? Didn't you already reach the first level of Marrow Cleansing before? How could you be unable to cultivate?" Mu Yu Hua flicked at the flowers and grass on the ground, asking in confusion.

Seeing this, Long Feiyu felt a stir in her heart and immediately looked at Yue Longtian, "What's wrong?" As she spoke, she noticed that Yue Longtian's shoulders seemed to be trembling.

There was a long silence in the car. After a good while, Zhen Wanting looked at Yue Longtian and found that he had no intention of continuing the conversation, not knowing what he thought about her public declaration of love for him.

Mumu frowned in confusion. "Isn't White angry with me because I like Yue? I thought...?" She thought they couldn't stay here together clearly for long.

"What are you laughing at? Is my question that strange?" The old man in the fine robes frowned. He suddenly had a feeling that the youth before him, who still looked somewhat immature, might be more formidable than he had originally anticipated.

This was the stupidest yet most effective method. They could have chosen to destroy the giant whale, but that would mean London would be completely submerged. In the trade-off, they chose the more difficult path of resisting the tsunami.

However, this screen could be swiped, much like an iPad or a computer screen. After Mo Qian swiped through it, there were still some things like the system mall and other miscellaneous items on the screen.

Her cultivation had reached the early stage of the Celestial Immortal realm. From now on, she could traverse the void even without the Wings of Wind. Of course, if she were to use the Wings of Wind with her current early Celestial Immortal cultivation, the speed would be terrifying.

It wasn't just a simple matter of turning black; the seawater emitted a foul stench like rotting corpses and gave off swirling black mist. In the water, it felt as if countless evil ghosts would jump out at any second to claim one's life, inducing a sense of both physical and psychological distress.

The blood filled his vision with a crimson hue, but it seemed that because of this, he was able to see things that were otherwise difficult to perceive.