Day 31: Reincarnated as Rimuru

The only slight imperfection is that the enlightened ones of later generations, in terms of combat power, may not be blessed by heaven and earth like the Heavenly Heart Emperors of the past, who could suppress the entire world with a single strike.

To Meng Yu's final wails, Lü Haotian turned a deaf ear. In his heart, he was focused solely on Su Yingmei, who was about to vanish from his sight.

Grandmother Su held the child, following Jiang Yanfen’s shy gaze toward He Deqing, then following He Deqing’s gaze to Jiang Yanxia, and finally looking back at the shy and adorable Jiang Yanfen. Her eyebrows rose bit by bit, until her face was beaming with delight.

I also never expected that Master Huihai would place such high hopes on Senior Brother Longxuan, nominating him as the leader. This makes rescuing Senior Brother Longxuan an urgent matter.

Liufeng’s long sword was deflected by me. I seized the opportunity to thrust forward, but this strike only grazed Liufeng’s arm, while on the other side, Liuhuo’s arrow left a long gash on my chest.

With United Nations peacekeeping soldiers patrolling around the ancient castle, the Turks should not dare to act rashly. If they dared to attack the UN peacekeepers, it would surely shock the entire world.

Dominance, when taken to the extreme, inevitably carries the characteristics of being fierce and tyrannical. Such traits easily devolve into brutality and violence. A martial artist is, by nature, an individual of great power; if their discipline is insufficient, it is perfectly normal for them to deteriorate into cruelty and malice under such distorted intentions.

If the department head understood Ling Yang’s character, he would know that Ling Yang’s moral bottom line had long since sunk into an endless oceanic trench. What Ling Yang spoke of so lightly—the concept of personality—was, to him, the most useless thing of all.

At this moment, Ling Yang’s elbow bumped into something half-soft and half-hard placed beside him. Trembling, he raised his phone to look by its light, only to see a long white sheet covering a long, rectangular object. Common sense told Ling Yang: this appeared to be a corpse.

Seeing Ling Yang’s lavish spending, the man clearly took him for a naive, wealthy scion and couldn't stop thanking him. He led Ling Yang into a low, single-story house, bypassed the kitchen outside, and entered a sweltering bedroom.

If it weren't for his concern for Scholar Fu and the scholars and merchants present, he would have loved to roar a few times to relieve the pent-up depression in his heart.

She missed Ye Tian so much. Every time Ye Tian left, it would be for several months; it was rare to see him even a few times a year.

His physical strength, however, had increased more than three hundredfold, surpassing the peak of the Saint Venerable realm, yet still falling short of the Divine realm.

As for Xu Huang and Yue Jin, they belonged to the lower tier of the first-class or the upper tier of the second-class, meaning they were definitely masters who had entered the realm of transformation.

"Master! Lu Yao still doesn't understand! Even if he is powerful, he is no match for the strength of our entire sect! Why not punish him!? Why indulge him like this instead!" Lu Yao bit her lower lip gently; this was the question that had puzzled her most since joining the sect.

Space rippled slightly, and the black and white contract formation emitted a golden light before splitting in two and injecting itself into Lu Tian’s brow.

Although this was not the purpose of Biderno’s visit to the Ming capital, it was an unexpected joy.

"I just finished eating, that's enough." Seeing her eager to try, Lin chose to refuse. Novice barbecuing was a recipe for disaster, so he chose the task with the lowest difficulty.

Instead, they believed even more that their previous guess was correct: the man looked fierce, but it was all for show. It was only natural for Huang Ling’er, fresh out of her apprenticeship, to be frightened.

By now, a circle of students had gathered around the altar, pointing and whispering. None of them had ever seen such a magical scene, and they couldn't stop discussing it.

Ah Huang cast a sidelong glance at Old Thief Ying, pulled Ah Jin’s shoulder, and turned to walk away, seemingly not caring in the least that the other party was rushing over.

Everyone under the Pang family in Huaidong Town knew how well Pang Mingxuan treated Luo Qiu. Some even suspected their young master had an ambiguous relationship with this Miss Luo, especially since he was long past the age of marriage yet showed no intention of taking a wife.

After obtaining the energy bean, he aimed for the right moment, skillfully selected a plant, and unleashed his ultimate move without hesitation.

Only then did the thunder filling the sky suddenly cease. However, as if to guard against some unforeseen event, although the thunder dissipated, the dark clouds remained thick overhead, and lightning continued to dance in the sky.

Afterward, Lin Yu practiced the other spells in the jade slip before collapsing into a deep sleep.

At the time, the Lin family must have confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras in the corridor of the Sheng family’s guest wing, so they went through with it, drugging Sheng Huaijin’s tea and sending him directly into the room where Lin Luo was placed.

However, neither Luo Qiu nor Dr. Sun could carry them both. Luo Qiu looked around and, happening upon a nearby teahouse, took the children to the second floor with Dr. Sun.

Furthermore, a portrait hung beside each tombstone. The figures in the paintings were so lifelike that, at a glance, they were indistinguishable from real people. Lin Yu even saw a few of the painted figures smiling at him eerily, and he could faintly hear the sound of laughter.

Amidst the sound of air being torn, a voice of confusion came from behind, followed by the clashing of weapons. The person who had quietly approached him swung his weapon in a hurry, only to be directly repelled by the power behind the spear.

But at the thought of Yuan Ling’s look just now, he hesitated again. After a moment of internal struggle, seeing Yuan Ling and Ao Fan about to disappear from his sight, he dragged his scarred body in pursuit.

"Are you, the Wu family, tired?" Just as he intended to move his feet to follow Mo Ya, a calm voice sounded behind him.

The Ghost-Faced Man left behind a jar each of oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar. Although the variety was limited, for eighteen people hovering on the brink of life and death, it was enough.

The War Venerable released his hand, and the ancient sword flew before him of its own accord. A seven-colored stream of light then shot from the tip of the sword—not forward, but backward—covering the War Venerable’s body from head to toe.

Xuan Yuanhao silently took the letter handed to him. After opening it, his face changed drastically, and he gripped the thin sheet of paper, remaining silent for a long time.

Last night, he dripped his blood onto the stone egg; though nothing hatched, he had established a strange psychological connection with it.

With the day of the decisive battle not yet arrived, Lou Shenghao had the unprecedented urge to visit Molin Peak early, if only to admire the scenery.