Life is but a fleeting dream.

Li Zhi said, “It was Yan Liben who gave this to me. He said he came across it by chance—it seems it was written yesterday in a tavern, and there was a painting by Yan Liben hanging upstairs!” He recounted the entire episode.

Moreover, because his cultivation method was rather unique, although he was an upper-class Divine One, the amount of divine energy he had accumulated within his body was by no means inferior even to lesser Divine Lords. In some respects, he might even surpass them.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ye was suddenly startled. That old purse had previously mentioned that a very important person wanted to see him, but that purse had already reached the level of an upper-class Divine Lord.

Zhang Zhongjing distributed his soup to cure frostbitten ears, continuing his charity until New Year's Eve. On the first day of the new year, people not only celebrated the coming year but also the recovery of damaged ears; so, in imitation of the shape of an ear, they made a special dish for the holiday, eaten on the morning of New Year's Day. Thus, an important custom was born in the traditional festivals of China.

After Xiao Xiao absorbed the jade talisman, those around him sensed an inexplicable aura emanating from his body, though none could quite articulate what it was.

“Young master, this fellow is no weakling. If we keep fighting like this, and if another family tries to undermine the Liu family, we'll be doomed,” Liu Shuyin whispered to Liu Xingyun.

Saturn gasped for breath, his golden armor stained with blood and now covered in scars from countless blades.

“I am still far behind Mang Huai. As for Mang Yu’s strength, I am unsure. To reach the rank of Martial Lord by the age of twenty is certainly no small talent,” said the Mang Demon, his face expressionless.

We walked together towards the school gates, drawing the eyes of many—some envious, some jealous—while I, truly because of Zhang Chen, felt my vanity satisfied at last.

Inside the bamboo hut of Wudang, Hero A exclaimed with delight, “It's finally my turn! At last, I can possess a seventh-tier flying sword.” According to the secret agreement between Wudang and Qingcheng, the master of the Sword Pool belonged to Wudang; the prize, a seventh-tier flying sword, a divine weapon named ‘Moon Shining on the Void, Mars Devouring the Sun,’ requiring level fifty-eight to wield.

As for Bard and Barret, their mouths gagged in the corner with rags, Kade did not spare them a single glance.

At last, the shadow formed a circle, and a scarlet eye opened within it. The entire circular shadow then began to rise from the ground, transforming into a giant maw that swallowed Ryuuzaki Shinji whole, after which his figure merged completely with the darkness of space.

Foreign nations and the Three Kingdoms of Huaxia had, at some unknown point, struck an alliance, laying a grand trap just waiting for the Four Sacred Nations to step into—and the Four Sacred Nations obligingly leapt in.

Gardevoir, ever vigilant at Cynthia’s side, immediately fired a jet of water, sending Weavile flying.

Sisi did not possess any special dreams, nor had she ever encountered her other self in the shadowy forest. To her, that place seemed a land of salvation. Yet the forest that imprisoned the Eternal Heart was a dark green, while Sisi’s own forest was pure white.

Every one of them had at least a broken leg or arm thanks to Lin Feng, their faces battered and bruised before he finally stopped.

Huang Feihong’s reply was equally resolute: “Since there’s no avoiding it, we need not avoid it. What matters most is who will defeat this steam engine first!” With that, he swept his robe and strode away.

But if they failed, their already struggling families would fall into even greater hardship.

Only then did Zu Ti order his men to wheel Zu Ji back, rebuked him a few more times, and had the army record a major demerit against him, to be redeemed with merit in the future—or he would still be punished upon their triumphant return. Zu Ji thanked him profusely, ashamed, and withdrew.

“What do you mean? You know where she is?” Ye Han pressed, eyes wide.

“We sisters have already calculated everything. The expenses I just mentioned are this year’s administrative costs for Newtown. There are now five hundred land guards, three hundred warhorses, eight hundred sea guards, and nine warships. The total annual expense is about fifty thousand cash coins.”

Wang Jie’s eyes reddened at these words—this was home, these were his parents. They asked for nothing more than his safety.

Neither Jing Xiang nor Zhang Tiangcheng had any idea what had happened. They had only just parted from Li Ye, and now, scarcely a moment later, Li Ye had called them back. “Sanlang, what’s so urgent? I was in the middle of confiscating property—these households have so many rare and ancient books! I’ve brought them all back,” Zhang Tiangcheng said excitedly.

Though Shen Xiao had no particular penchant for cruelty, he knew that with people like that, the more one resisted, the more it aroused their desire for conquest—and the more one would suffer.

A terrifying energy swept the cosmos, making the whole universe tremble. Wherever it passed, all things perished, and countless planets were drawn into the disaster.

After quietly reminding her of what to be mindful of, Shen Xiao once again donned his cold, detached demeanor.

The only thing to do now was to wait for Wang Ting’s return. This time, Wang Ting was headed back to the Underworld Hall both to escort Wang Jie’s parents and to seek help from the Underworld Hall. But what Lei Zihao’s reply would be, no one knew.

“You really came. Grandpa Tian and the others are still testing. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up,” said the excited voice over the phone, leaving Ye Feng all the more puzzled.

The two massive red lacquered doors were broad and heavy, flanked by a pair of enormous stone lions, their eyes wide and pearls gripped in their jaws, exuding grandeur. Above the doors, three solemn black-and-gold characters inspired awe.

Wenren Ya helped him fill a bowl of rice, saying, “Someone from the Temple of Light came looking for you. They left before you woke.”

The other disciples all said that, had he known in advance, he probably wouldn’t even have joined the first resistance.

His shout startled Ding Yi, Wang Zhijun, and Zhang Qian, who turned to see the vegetation in the woods shaking in several places—clearly, someone was on the move.

That was right after a skirmish—perhaps the scarecrow had let down its guard, thinking it wouldn’t be caught in those few minutes.

Anyone could tell something was wrong. A wise man does not linger under a crumbling wall—if you don’t leave now, who knows what will happen next?

Ding Yi, Wang Zhijun, and Zhang Qian all shook their heads. It was obvious they had never undergone such training before.

A curtain of light fanned out like a fishing net, instantly enveloping the unconscious Shi Ba and dragging him away, far from Si Hong.