Chapter 41: Very Clean

The Supreme Sanctuary, the powerhouse of the human realm, is located in the most secluded area outside the imperial capital.

The environment is serene and quiet.

At this moment, inside the sanctuary, on a jade bed, lay a young man of overwhelming nobility.

The man's face was like fine porcelain, and his features, from his eyebrows and eyes to his lips, exuded exquisite perfection, resembling a meticulously carved work of art.

His entire body was bathed in wisps of milky white...

This was a vast plaza. From its scale, it was evident that it was left behind by a massive sect, and a stone statue stood proudly in the center of the plaza.

If all of this was man-made, who could possess such capability and cause her to fall victim to it directly?

Among all the registered disciples of the same period, there was not a single one whose strength she held in any regard, including Hu Zexiu.

Although she acted with utter impunity outside the Mist Village and the Mist Shinobi would not provoke her lightly, once inside their headquarters, things would be difficult to predict.

At most, it would have some impact on the sea beasts; surely it wouldn't genuinely affect their fishing revenues?

Because they were unable to see through Xue Wuhen's internal condition, they could only watch as the bloody mist surrounding Xue Wuhen broke through his body's defenses and began to pour into him with full force.

Clearly, they must have obtained some guidance after practicing beneath the wooden idol of the evil god, which enabled them to successfully tread the path of dark allure.

Consequently, no excess eliminated personnel appeared, and those two ninth-layer Void-Ascending cultivators, seeing that their speed fell short of Xue Wuhen's, also abandoned the idea of continuing their pursuit.

The Heavenly Dao Jade Wall standing before me shattered into countless gaps at some unknown moment, and the fragmented crystals cascaded down from the air like glass intertwined with black strands of hair.

That ring was merely a cheap item he had bought from a sundry shop, not any kind of prestigious ornament.

Yan Chixia was perhaps feeling unenthusiastic due to his defeat in the previous sword duel, while Ye Mo understood the wisdom of stopping while he was ahead.

Ye Mo and Yan Chixia were finishing off the leftover wine and meat by the campfire, though the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

"Very well, then!" Gong Yao did not press the matter further; in any case, once Mimi made a decision, it was difficult for ordinary people to change it.

I held her close, and her scent seemed to dissolve into the flowing air, turning into a fragrance that increasingly stimulated my senses and everything my heart desired.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Liu Wei adjusted the gauze veil tightly around his head. This was a common attire for Middle Eastern people, but such a disguise was favorable news for Liu Wei and his companions, as it was better suited for concealing their identities without arousing suspicion.

"Thud!" Deng Dapeng slammed his forehead against the back of my head once again, leaving me seeing stars before my eyes.

"In this day and age, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle. I'm asking you, do you submit? Do you submit?" Zeng Lu asked You Zhipei while tickling the latter's armpits.

Waking up early with nothing to do, and with cultivation yielding little further use, Haoyang went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Soon, a series of tantalizing aromas drifted from the kitchen, drawing Lingling out of bed and into the room.

The guest elder presiding over the scroll trial stared intently at Muyuan within the scroll's space and spoke with absolute certainty.

Ant didn't make a sound. He sat down and remained silent for a while, as if pondering something.

The practice of secret burial was akin to Shi Le, the founding ruler of Later Zhao, holding funeral processions out of every city gate at midnight, carrying coffins deep into the mountains under the cover of darkness.

Ye Chengzhi drove with intense concentration, a cake resting securely in the passenger seat alongside ninety-nine red roses, while a red brocade box containing a modestly styled diamond ring was tucked against his chest.

With a distorted expression, Zhao Fei trembled all over, infuriated by Guo Lin's nearly insulting words. Choking with indignation and tasting sweetness in her throat, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her complexion turning as pale as paper in an instant before she fainted away.