Chapter 120: The Gift Offensive

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Generally speaking, one has only heard of lower and upper grades, even genuine spiritual treasures and sacred artifacts, but this was the first time hearing the term "Three Treasures."
Yue Chen immediately flew back to the Ming Cult with Li Mu, who, upon arrival, secluded himself without letting anyone know he was injured.
Seeing Li Yueze turn to flee, the man in the blue robe snorted coldly and swiftly pursued. Unexpectedly, Su Yan lunged at him again, releasing a torrent of blazing golden energy, twisting like a dragon, with sword rays slashing like ribbons toward the man in blue.
The subordinate realized the cult leader hated any disturbance during his meal and broke out in cold sweat, speechless.
“Can the words of that old man with a flower on his head be trusted?” a naval sergeant voiced his opinion.
Hearing Queen Lingyu call out, Sima Yu stirred slightly, the movement tugging at his wound and causing cold sweat to break out on his face once more.
“Father,” Hua Shangxue stepped forward slowly and called softly, noticing the dazed look in Jiang Yunxian’s eyes as he turned.
In this boundless wasteland, each realm of cultivation was harder to master than the last. If a human’s ultimate realm breaking through the heavenly realm required profound foundation and strong will, then transcending from the heavenly realm to the void realm demanded tenacious martial spirit and fortune.
Next chapter preview: Just as Fan Li apprehended Zou Jingzhi, generals Yang Huai and Gao Pei, not far from Zou Jingzhi’s troops, arrived intending to eliminate the rebels.
“Kunlun Mountain Eight Scenic Palaces, Kunlun Mountain, Kunlun Mountain,” a long-forgotten memory surfaced with the image of Kunlun Mountain.
A flood of knowledge poured into his mind—disorganized and complex—about spiritual plants, alchemy formulas, and cultivation methods.
Pouring tea, Kou Zhan brought out crab roe buns, rice dumplings, pastries, and flaky cakes, placing them one by one.
This handsome youth was not just an ordinary bodyguard but responsible for liaising with assassins.

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Whatever they said, Shen Bei heard nothing; his gaze seemed rooted, fixed downward. No one knew what he was thinking. The smoke burned his fingers, but he seemed drunk, completely unaware.
“What do you mean by that? Do you think I would lie to you?” Xiao Yu immediately put on a stern face.
“Come to Jidi Real Estate tomorrow and sign the contract for building materials supply,” Zhao Ba told him in a low voice after they reached the corner.
This was the wonder of divine refining; without even using its own power, the Three Emperors Tower could absorb the essence of heaven and earth and convert it into the purest force.
Xia Ruolan glanced at Su Yan, a faint blush appearing in her clear, limpid eyes.
Because after such a long time, it finally had a use. Meanwhile, Du Fei finally understood the legendary prowess of Zhao Zilong of Changshan, who charged in and out seven times. If the enemy had not already been utterly broken and begging for mercy, he would have wanted to attempt that seven-charge feat once more.
This was a place to lose money; leaving alive with money was no easy feat.
“But boss, can you be more specific? I still don’t quite understand,” Xing Ming asked again.
“So it’s a tree; no wonder the red cicada was completely unaware,” Zi Xiu frowned, a look of baffled suspicion crossing his handsome, icy face.
Old Monk Meng was stunned by it all, practically dumbfounded; he didn’t even notice Fan Xiaodong’s arrival, something impossible for a Grand Peak realm cultivator under normal circumstances.
Xing Ming glanced seriously at Ye Feng, his fists vibrating with energy as he charged toward the hundred people ahead.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Northern Galaxy, the two surviving Saiyans, Vegeta and Nappa, were monitoring every move on Earth through their energy scanners.
Could she tell Xuanming she never expected this moment to come so suddenly, never prepared for it, or that she never imagined marrying him in this life?

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This killing intent was far more terrifying than the initial pressure of the strong, chilling the air itself.
“I understand what you care about,” Jinsuo’s voice whispered in Xuanming’s ear. Xuanming’s eyes, just half-closed, opened again, searching for Jinsuo’s shadow in the darkness. Perhaps because his eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, he could make out her form illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the window.
The person Lu Junfeng worried about was struggling through a desolate, snow-covered mountain. The Star Luo Sect, the most mysterious among martial arts factions and both righteous and evil, was labeled a demonic cult by many righteous sects, so naturally, its headquarters would not be in an easily found place.
Jiang Junyu insisted on feeding Ye Ying, so Ye Ying truly felt like she was living the life of a wealthy second generation.
This girl was tall and slender, with two long legs that inspired endless imagination with each step—truly a top-tier beauty, young and vibrant with no flaws to find.
When Yin Xiang came out again, he only saw Hai Liang waiting, but Nian Sheng’s figure was gone. “Where is the madam?” Yin Xiang asked curiously.
Now that the day had come, he no longer felt particularly happy... Hong Jing paused, bit his lip, and turned away.
“That’s best. That’s best.” Hearing he didn’t have to go himself, Hai Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief, agreeing repeatedly.
Actually, at this moment, finding zombies was better than not finding them, because the unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.
Quickly slipping through the opened door, he saw the big man sitting at the round table, clutching a knife and quietly weeping, a large porcelain bowl of white wine before him. “Bang!” He grabbed a big mouthful and gulped it down, then glanced at the floor, littered with empty wine jars, some spilling wine onto the carpet.