Chapter Sixty: Intermediate Body Enhancement
Ma Wu’s imposing aura flared for only an instant before quickly retreating into concealment. Holding the freshly concocted potion, he approached Wu Ting, gently helped her sit up, and tenderly fed her the medicine. In that moment, Ma Wu was gentle and radiant, a far cry from the savage figure he had appeared just moments before. Wu Xin felt a chill in his heart: it is not the lion that bares its fangs that is truly fearsome, but the one that knows how to hide them.
Bit by bit, Ma Wu coaxed Wu Ting to drink, waiting patiently, but Wu Ting showed no...
“It must have sensed our presence, and perhaps even feels some respect for our methods,” Gong Butian mused thoughtfully.
“Is that really true? If so, couldn’t I just stay there until I master the Burial Heaven Technique?” Long Xingyu was astonished, as if seeing a bright future unfold before him.
After all, Japan is the only country in the world where organized crime is legalized. Arrest people? Since these groups are now officially recognized social organizations, on what grounds could the police possibly detain anyone?
“That’s it, that’s it.” I could already guess most of the truth in my heart, and yet I dared not be certain, nor did I wish to be. If things were truly as I suspected, then this time I would surely perish.
“It’s now!” A sharp glint flashed in the Emperor Han’s eyes, and in an instant he vanished, only to reappear behind the Soul Devouring Pearl the next second. Liu Yun and Feng Han were shocked—never had they imagined Emperor Han would choose this moment to strike, especially when three of the monsters still remained.
Sun Hongsheng, however, showed no reaction at all, meeting their gazes with a cold, unyielding glare. The American experts awkwardly withdrew their hands, exchanging embarrassed smiles.
What astonished them even more, though, was that as the radiant lights slowly seeped into the earth, the towns in which they lived began to change, ever so subtly.
Although Han Fei knew the assignment was to film agarwood, he was hardly an expert, and so, like an eager student before his teacher, he listened attentively to the antiques specialist.
How could Zhao Yi’s name not have spread, when the borders of the Jama Empire stretched ten thousand miles? After all, Zhao Yi was a figure who stood above the Empire itself, one could even say he was its very soul.
He had brought only an invitation—a letter sent from a place called Black Dragon Manor.
By rights, the Crown Prince Qi should have already known that Consort De was carrying an imposter—so why hadn’t he made a move?
The Wei family had slowly risen to prominence after the Mu family’s downfall, but their position in Rong City remained precarious, so they held Mu Liancheng in great awe.
Qing Yan was momentarily stunned by Qing Anzai’s words, but then his face broke into a beaming smile. He had long hoped for a grandson, and now, with Zheng Xinru’s pregnancy, if the child were a boy, it would finally fulfill his years of longing.
No matter how Qing Anzai raged and pleaded in his heart, Ji Ziheng eventually awoke.
Gao Yiwei had long since mastered the conventions of rebirth stories; with the outline in place, he could set his fingers flying over the keyboard, updating the story at a furious pace with little need for further thought.
Rampant anarchists and the bloodsucking financial capital that leeches off all of humanity have never solved problems—only created new crises.
The triathlon is a severe test of both skill and endurance, comprising three grueling events.
When Zheng Xinru spoke, her face was twisted in a cold sneer. Though her expression was calm, there was such ferocity in her tone that Qing Anzai recoiled in fear, taking an involuntary step back.
Today, perhaps because Yu Qian was present, Father was rather amiable and did not give Shen Yu a hard time.
Even though she recognized the boy’s voice as her poor cousin, Ye An’an felt her appearance would only make things more awkward, so she turned to leave.
It was Zong Yubo who had lost face, so only by reclaiming it himself could he hope to restore honor to the fourth grade.
Hearing that her two masters were about to leave—perhaps for ten years, perhaps a hundred—Su Luo was taken aback, a fleeting sorrow passing through her heart.