Chapter 40: Bullying the Weak with Strength

Moonlight shrouded the Mountain Range of Demonic Beasts, making it look secluded and terrifying. In the darkness, low roars echoed from time to time, carrying across vast distances through the night. Compared to the daytime, the demonic mountain range at night grew even more gloomy and eerie, a place where even cultivators dared not tread lightly. In a certain valley within the mountain range, Wang Chen sat cross-legged in meditation, eyes closed, as the moonlight spilled over him, making his entire figure...

As one of Emperor Jiajing's favorite capable officials adept at writing green-paper prayers, Yuan Wei often served the emperor in his Daoist pursuits. Chen Dun had seen him multiple times in the West Garden, but Yuan Wei had ignored him completely, leaving Chen Dun with no inclination to cozy up to him.

When Zhang Tianyi was at home, he had Caidie and Caixia shake the dice separately, and he could hear the results as clearly as when he shook them himself. Zhang Tianyi told Suyu that he was now a lieutenant colonel, holding a nominal position in the municipal secret service agency, which was currently preparing a household registration for him. In the future, if he came to the city, he would naturally come to accompany Suyu.

Chen Dun felt that the most miraculous thing of all was that, up to this point, he was still alive, with only a scorch graze on his back from a stray spark. Since he had not fallen, the local militia members behind him were deeply inspired and actually gathered around him, surging forward with his figure toward the thickest of the invading Japanese pirates on the battlefield.

Purple Rose had actually used the word "disgusted," and those two words struck Zhang Tianyi's heart like a bullet. Because these two words fully revealed Purple Rose's true opinion of him.

"So many doggies!" Hashimoto Sakura's eyes lit up as she hopped down the steps and threw herself directly onto a Golden Retriever, rubbing her face against it continuously, eliciting a look of utter disdain from the dog.

Don't look at Wu Qi now acting like an entertainment industry veteran and a variety show slickster; in his youth, he had actually been obsessed with rock and roll for a period and even formed a band with others.

The lingering sense of defiance in Chen Dun's heart now vanished completely, replaced by a deep and spontaneous surge of respect.

Over all these years since his debut, Du Chenxi had deeply realized that no matter how high one's popularity, it would eventually fade. One had to rely on continuous exposure to sustain it, and exposure required tangible, presentable works.

This year, the Los Angeles Lakers finally delivered the performance everyone had expected of them last year. Ironically, compared to last season, the only difference in the Lakers' roster seemed to be Yu Huan and Dwight Howard.

It must be consumed, because when facing the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox, it will trigger a fatal skill.

"Every family has its own difficult scriptures to chant. You should give him some treatment and recuperation," Qin Bian waved his hand and looked at Zhang Miao.

Outside, Yan Fengjia stood in the cold wind, feeling the evil Qi in his body gradually subside.

"If even a small force like ours cannot stop them, I'm afraid our days ahead will be extremely difficult," the deputy commander said with a sigh, looking quite pessimistic.

Next, Lu Yun continued to let his character idle to practice skills, while operating his spiritual pet himself to consume the Beast Spirit Pills.

"Brother Tang Xiao!" Fang Rou scrambled up in a panic, about to rush down the cliff, but Lei Shaoyuan hurriedly grabbed and hugged her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you have a fever? Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's not a dream. You're in your own home—don't you even recognize your own house? What kind of ghost is this?"

Minor pollution might not affect them too much, but as the pollution deepened, they would be swallowed by the uncanny, utterly degenerating into a part of the bizarre world.

Zhang Tong had indeed managed to attract customers by handing out flyers, but because she was away, she couldn't handle things herself and didn't dare to cook.

The Grand Master was dressed all in white, carrying an ordinary iron sword on his back. He stood as straight as a pine, exuding the demeanor of a true master.

"Mr. Mitsui, the scales in your hands are as thin and crisp as paper. I'm afraid a kitchen cleaver could chop them right through. I think Team Leader Qin was right—your scales truly have no comparison to dragon scales," laughed Clive of the US visiting delegation.

"Young Master Li, Qin Fei, to ensure fairness, you will draw lots to decide who examines Mr. Yuan first," Shen Cheng'an said with a cheerful smile.

Yet the pain in his body was still so vivid. Gu Bin looked at his own hands, which still bore youthful tenderness, and raised his head to look at the person squatting in front of him—his paternal half-brother.

Knowing that Su Le was not injured, Gu Bin hurriedly let go of her and quickly took off his outer jacket, yet the inner clothes were still stuck to his flesh, a truly shocking sight to behold.

The fat man wore a suit and tie, looking every bit a man of status and influence. As he walked, he wiped away sweat with a handkerchief while communicating with the young man.

With a sidelong glance, Shi Sangyu did not refuse. She had gradually chosen to tacitly allow such intimate behavior from him, so she only gazed at him for a few seconds before looking away.

Since the Autumn Water Sword had gained sentience, hope had arrived for him to advance to a higher realm. The yellow-robed young nobleman Lin Qinghong sat cross-legged in the cave, unable to conceal the joy in his pupils.

She couldn't help recalling the replies of others on the forum earlier. Was Sian Xiao really keeping a new flame outside?

Lin Jiari was somewhat aggrieved, having no idea what had happened before the old lady stormed in and rained a torrent of furious curses upon him.

He felt as though the very air he breathed was sweet like honey. What he didn't know was that this was no ordinary air; the gases he inhaled were altering his body bit by bit.

Gu Yixin felt as though the skin on her body had wrinkled from soaking in the hot springs, but she still wanted to lie there a little longer. Had she known soaking in the hot springs was this wonderful, she would have come down sooner.

"So what then? Do you plan to accompany me to the hot spring club tonight?" Ji Mo asked with a pout, leaning against a parasol tree.

The name was terribly vulgar, but it also showed that the old physician was extremely confident in his own skills. Murong Yan swept her gaze silently around the circle; there was only this single physician here, while four or five patients stood waiting in line.

At that moment, someone asked: "Autumn Water Long Song, what on earth is the third gift you gave to Wuyou?"