This is the world of the martial arts.

Early the next morning, Qin Ziyan woke up. Stretching lazily, she climbed out of bed, smoothed her slightly disheveled long hair, and walked down the stairs. There, she saw Bai Zongnan standing by the window, practicing his exercises.

“Big brother.”

“Good morning, Xiyue.” Bai Zongnan paused his cultivation and offered Qin Ziyan a gentle smile. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes, very well.” Qin Ziyan nodded. “Today, I plan to gather some medicinal herbs to exchange for—”

Indeed, these were only the abilities Lin Feifan chose to reveal. In reality, he had simply thrown a casual punch—this punch wasn’t from his Titan Fist technique, though it was infused with spiritual energy; otherwise, such a terrifying effect would have been impossible.

This set of finely woven uniforms was actually highly adaptable, but to ensure stability, the Spider Demon Spinner had locked it into a standard mode. In fact, whether in terms of defense or its capacity to enhance spiritual energy, it could be elevated to an even higher level.

Meanwhile, as Gastens’ troops consumed the two thousand men dispatched by Clemontz, the main force of the Negru Republic’s Eastern Command finally arrived outside Elena’s gate.

The serpent was massive—its body several meters thick, with jet-black scales like iron plates that gleamed coldly in the sunlight. It stirred the river as it moved.

“Fine, since you dared to make the first move, don’t blame Bin for what comes next!” Sun Yongbin huffed, pulling a bowl of rice into his arms and digging in with gusto.

On the third attempt at entering the room’s code, she intentionally slowed her movements, pressing each of the four digits with deliberate care.

Having lost his power, Zhao Long regarded her as the chief culprit behind his downfall. He believed that if it weren’t for Xie Yingying, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. Thus, Zhao Long’s attitude toward her grew even harsher—no longer merely scolding, but resorting to blows.

As soon as Emil heard Henry’s reply, he understood the underlying meaning. To avoid any misunderstanding from His Majesty the Emperor, Emil added a few more words—ostensibly to supervise, but in truth to remind the emperor that, if handled properly, these forty lashes would not harm Bossman in the least.

Qin Ran clutched her head tightly, her face pale. Why is language such a thing? So powerless when professing love, yet so sharp and wounding in anger.

It was a highly formulaic set of responses, which Lin Feifan promptly downloaded, mastered, and then used to activate the uniform’s adjustment mode.

The man in black was shaken to his core—he had never imagined anyone would dare to disregard his water-bladed shield. Though a seasoned warrior, he could not help but falter; the black water curtain slowed involuntarily.

“That’s right, boss. Be generous, will you? You’ve swindled so much money out of us—it’s only fair you bleed a little!” Black Tiger grinned mischievously.

Now, here's the dilemma—if they discover we haven't died as planned, will they come back to finish the job?

Thus, the praise shifted onto Hu Cheng, but he had no time to dwell on it; he simply stared at Li Xueqian in astonishment.

They held this profession in awe and curiosity. To witness the creation of a single pill with their own eyes would be a tremendous opportunity.

“I hope nothing major has happened on Mount Shu, otherwise, with Guo Huo’s temperament, the entire sect could be thrown into chaos,” Guo Huai thought to himself, not responding to Fei Tianyang’s words.

That night, Uncle Ye told Da Dezi and me that he’d be going out and might not be back until late, so we were to fend for ourselves for dinner. Then he left.

I gave a dry laugh—I had hoped to offload this burden onto them, but the old fellow saw right through me and even revealed its origins. Clearly, he wasn’t simple. His words stayed with me, and before he left, the old wild immortal told me: if I ever faced difficulties in the future, I could come to him for help.

Still, it’s wise to hold something back. To neutralize Chu Yun’s sword, thirteen spiritual veins were sufficient—so he reserved one, just in case.