August First, Night Traveler

One by one, bottles and jars flew out from the storage pouch as Li Zhibai drew the stored Azure Abyss Vital Energy into his own body.
It was a pity that, constrained by the times, anything too radical would find no buyers at all.
“Damn it!” Du Dewei’s eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at the top of his lungs. Yuan Zhi held him back tightly, afraid he might do something reckless.
Behind them, the giant screen remained black, clearly indicating that the live broadcast signal hadn’t connected yet. The host maintained a composed and intellectual smile, skillfully shifting the topic to the three guests present.
Master Xuanyuan had already removed his cloak; the great sword was drawn, and he gripped the Xuanyuan Sword firmly in his hands.
In her heart, a strange feeling stirred—some unknown connection seemed to bind her to this handsome older man.
She couldn’t help but feel regret—how could she have been so foolish to separate such an adorable child from her own son?
The guest room was pitch-dark, and the faint sound of a child crying emanated from within. Hu Lina, however, paid no heed, exhaled in relief, and went back to her bedroom to sulk in silence.
Perhaps the past two weeks had been too peaceful, and everyone’s vigilance had waned. In the end, the eruption came unexpectedly—during a single breakfast.
It was indeed a serpent, and quite a beautiful one at that—its entire body faintly shimmering with gold, and fleshy horns sprouting from its head.
“Be good, get ready for the longevity feast,” Yin Gezhi said, turning and heading straight to the front courtyard to take his seat.
Si Junhao, does the lost child not carry the blood of your family? Why aren’t you angry? Why do you feel no rage?

This war would bring heavy losses to all three kingdoms, and when it was finally time to settle accounts, Wu would be left exhausted and unable to follow through, giving Wei another decade or so of peace. What might happen in those years with Yin Gezhi on the throne was anyone’s guess. For latent dangers, he had always preferred to eliminate them before they could surface.
As a character in a certain film once said: if apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?
As Wang Ming searched for the Chaos Pearl within the negative chaotic vital energy acupoint, the Void Great Demon God invaded the chaos. The rumblings of chaos were all caused by it.
She didn’t expect the shop to be bustling with customers on its opening day. The idea was far too bold for ancient times; she was prepared to slowly build her reputation.
Two bodyguards each hoisted Ye Tingmo and Lin Jiahao onto their shoulders and carried them back toward the car they had arrived in. Ye Tingmo and Lin Jiahao struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.
“Have you forgotten the three ground rules we agreed on? I recall the second one clearly: your food, clothing, and shelter must all be arranged by me,” Yin Ruojun said with an impassive face.
Due to the condition of his true body in the Great Desolation, Wang Ming was deeply curious about spiritual will, and explored his insights from another angle, eager to test his understandings in that realm.
Wang Ming reached over his shoulder, and a blade of law appeared in his hand—imbued with his own authority over the laws of time and space, the mighty Yang Principle, and the will to rend heaven and earth inherited from Pangu’s legacy. Drawing the illusory sword, he cleaved forward, tearing through heaven and earth, determined to slay Dijun or Fuxi.
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Zhou Yu smiled and bowed in salute. Xu Gui, Zhou Yu, and the Han Emperor were all well acquainted, and in private, addressed each other by their given names.
“Your Majesty!” Two fully armed prison guards saluted Xu Gui at once. He nodded, surveyed the oppressive and somber atmosphere of the imperial prison, and proceeded inside.
The first task was to hold off Lü Bu, giving those commanders terrified by him a chance to rejoin the battle on the city walls.
At this moment, two cultivators at the early Core Formation stage had already fallen. Feng Jiuyang knew that, in another moment, if the enemy pressed the attack, retreat would be impossible. He let out a long howl: “Brothers, we withdraw!” With that, he sheathed his sword, merged with it, and shot forward. Sword energy burst in all directions, slashing toward Qian Lao and the others.

On the other hand, the Black Banner Army dared not proclaim kingship, content with the title of general at most. Liu Yongfu’s rank, though granted by the court, was unimpressive—reduced to a mere fifth-grade official.
“You set no conditions and chose to speak. Did you expect me to stop you?” Yan Dong replied curtly via the optical computer.
Just as he was about to fall into the abyss, a cold, sharp light flashed before his eyes, illuminating his path.
Late autumn was visibly agitated, her stunning face flushed with red. Upon hearing her master’s words, she immediately retorted, her tone tinged with playful defiance.
This time, seeing Ye Qingge’s frantic, panicked state, it was Zhao Jiughe’s turn to burst into laughter. Sensing his laughter and the disappearance of the mandrake flower, Ye Qingge grew flustered and furious in turn.
This time, Dao returned to Sanku City with his wife and children. In the Diao family, Father Diao now held the highest seniority; the previous generation had all gone elsewhere to enjoy their twilight years or pursue cultivation. Once Diao Yuanzhou established himself, Father Diao could travel more freely. For a family to remain vigorous, it needed powerful members.
“Gun!” Jing Gang’s eyes flashed, a black spear appearing in his hands as he blocked Qian Ye’s path. The broadsword clashed against the spear, sending sparks flying. The black spear was unharmed, but the broadsword was now chipped.
Unexpectedly, a mighty surge of energy swept in from the sky. The Cloud Mist Demon’s pupils narrowed—it was an elder of the Tai Chuan sect, third rank of the Panji stage, known as the Marquess Who Pierces the Skies. He rode the Dragon Claw Sky-Rending Staff, traversing countless mountain peaks in an instant, his divine sense radiating an overwhelming threat.