Volume One, Chapter 37: Activating a New Skill—Fortune Lies in Risk

They were almost at the shore when another wave crashed down, causing Xiao Hu to stagger and sway violently.

"Grab this!"

Widow Zhang, having found a rope from somewhere on the shore, hurled it into the sea. Xiao Hu quickly grabbed it with his left hand, wrapped it around his wrist, and held onto Ye Cheng tightly with his other hand. Seeing that Xiao Hu had secured the rope, Widow Zhang wrapped it around her own body and pulled backward with all her might. With the help of the rope and the small amount of strength Ye Cheng had regained, the two finally managed to crawl onto the shore. Exhausted, Xiao Hu collapsed onto the sand, and Ye Cheng was in no better state, kneeling on the ground...

"She is the kindest person to me, besides my senior brother and master. I don't want to lose my friend." Luo Lin’s face was filled with such dejection and defeat that Qi Lishang couldn't help but recall how miserable and pathetic she had looked when they first met. His hardened heart softened, and he could no longer bring himself to reproach her.

"Since even the Dragon Crystal desires it so much, I shall use this opportunity." Ye Jialuo did not hesitate further. She decided to use the final position of the induction array, forced out a drop of her essence blood, and began to refine it.

The overwhelming pressure and the absolute, irresistible will contained within it left many people ecstatic, their eyes burning with fervor.

It wasn't that Ye Mu was soft-hearted or overly sentimental; it was because Wang Lili was looking at him with such pleading eyes. Although she didn't speak, her expression clearly hoped that Ye Mu would offer help if he could.

The Howling Celestial Dog yielded. Beyond being in an unfamiliar land, it was because the moment it was summoned, it had signed a Heavenly Dao contract with Yang Yi.

The Cloud Eagle—it had been his childhood dream, the very thing he had longed for ever since he first saw the disciples of the Cloud Sky Sect riding them.

It was not that Qin Tian could not use his magical power within the Shrine, but rather that the Shrine was unlike any other place. Every Siren in the Shrine held it in deep reverence and was unwilling to easily unleash their powers there.

Lin Di descended from the sky, stomping a crawler into the earth with one foot, then turned and delivered a punch that left the chest of a thug attempting a sneak attack deeply caved in.

He had always been a diligent person, and what he had seen and heard over the past two days further ignited the industriousness carved into his very bones.

When the Cat Demon King’s spiritual sense swept over, it instantly detected Peng Li’s arrival. The white cat’s eyes, half-blue and half-red, stared fixedly at him, a flicker of astonishment flashing through them.

Seeing Yi Kun return, Ye Baihe, who was sitting on the sofa in his office, made no move to stand; she simply watched him enter the room.

At this moment, Ding the Second was beside Ding the First; as for Ding the Third, he had long since departed.

Hearing the words of Xue Ye, Tang Hao came back to his senses, reached out to take the strange object before him, and began to examine it carefully.

Forty-two divine culinary skills, all reaching the level of natural Dao resonance—this was why Peng Li’s primordial spirit had broken through two major realms to reach the fifth level.

A few days ago, when he first woke up, Song Shiqiong was by his side. That feeling, which had seemed ordinary then, now felt exceptionally warm.

He loosened the soil where needed and watered where required; weeds were dealt with before they could even sprout.

Yun Sang sighed. She had sensed something wrong with the girl’s emotions as soon as she handed the list to Xue Qing. She had followed her down, only to hear Nan Guazi blurt the matter out directly.

In the dungeon, Twelve was tied to a rack, wearing only his undergarments. The gazes of the other secret guards were filled with complex emotions.

This reminded me of a few events that occurred at the Earth’s core—they were just as strange as what was happening here.

"If there are no objections, the test will begin immediately. Accompanying relatives may also proceed, but you must obey the arrangements of our sect's disciples." The long-bearded Taoist at the front of the group said indifferently.

"Oh my god, how did it end up like this?" Jin Yuan looked at his reflection in the mirror helplessly. His shirt was tucked into his trousers, covering most of the writing, and he looked quite foolish.

"Baldy the Second is dead, and Lin Canglan and Huangfu Huizhang certainly didn't want to see anyone stand on equal footing with them." Li Kuafu scanned the faces of those present, as if trying to capture their every expression, and said slowly.

Though they did not vanish into ash like those cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm, this single blow was enough to extinguish their life force.

The Immortal had barely finished his reminder when the White Rhinoceros kicked up its hooves. Moving both forward and upward, it climbed dozens of zhang in a few steps. From the back of the rhinoceros, the group could overlook the entire Changqing City.

The person listening to the complaints had walked the same distance through the same harsh environment, but perhaps due to his greater age, the older youth did not seem particularly fatigued.

The stronger one’s Dharma form and physical constitution, the greater the conflict when merging them. Especially since Lin Feng possessed two Dharma forms; while such a situation was not entirely unheard of among cultivators, it was unprecedented among Sovereigns.

Xiao Weng was exhausted. He washed up haphazardly, collapsed onto his bed, and fell into a deep sleep before long.

"Alright, alright!" Seeing that everyone had finished their warm-ups, Lu Nan stopped. The team members gathered around automatically.

Flames still lingered on the spot. Ling Xiao had finally teleported away in a hurry, and the deep purple giant sword sliced right through the fire.

The Blood-Winged beastmaster manipulated his Broken-Winged Black Angel, burning with pitch-black demonic flames, and unleashed a strike that seemed capable of shattering mountains, cleaving rivers, and splitting the firmament.

Unlike before, a mahogany chair was placed beside Zhangsun Wuji. An old man sat there; his face was pale, and he coughed incessantly, appearing extremely frail. Even so, he held his body straight, his eyes half-closed, possessing the natural air of a Confucian master.

Looking at the array of casual wear, suits, and traditional Chinese attire, Niu Geng’s face beamed. He had perhaps never imagined that he would one day take money from his own pocket to buy himself a new set of clothes.

Fang Wanheng was at a complete loss for what to do. He had been acting on Qin Yebo’s orders, yet now, even Qin Yebo’s face seemed somewhat like a stranger's.

Estonians do not have strong religious beliefs; less than one-third of the population is religious, most of whom are Protestant Lutherans. Russians follow the Orthodox Church. Religious traditions rooted in ancient animism are also somewhat preserved.

As time ticked by, the two other veteran collectors in the vault had only selected one piece each and seemed to be still wavering in hesitation.

Qing Yi triggered a hidden mechanism, and a secret passage appeared before them. The two entered, Qing Yi lighting a candle, and after many twists and turns, they finally reached the end.

"Ashina Helu is running low on supplies. The Protectorate city was razed by a great fire. The area between the prefecture city and Yinchuan is sparsely populated; logically, as long as we hold our ground, the Turks will naturally collapse without a fight."