Chapter 51: Stirred by the Sight of Objects, Remembering the Person

Having been in a secret marriage for four years, Jiang Qin could naturally recognize Huo Sili's footsteps.

Chu Tian had been somewhat distracted all afternoon until he saw President Zhao smilingly wave off the departing group, including Lu Zhan, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

The ambition of the King of Nightmares was grand indeed; not only did he seek to gather his physical body for a complete resurrection, but he also refused to abandon his covetous desires for the Eight Realms of Chiyang.

Chen Feng had learned similar secret techniques before, but they lacked systematic structure. Now starting over from the beginning, although it didn't drastically increase his mystical power, it made his foundation much more solid.

It had to be said that Ling Zhoutian's idea seemed viable, except that the system was currently undergoing an upgrade and could not process exchanges, let alone allow him to assemble a supercomputer from individual components himself.

Pushing open the wooden door, the room still retained the scent of her grandfather. Having not seen him for over a year, she truly missed him dearly.

With that, she took out another brightly colored, patterned sachet. "Here, the spatial capacity inside this is even larger than that bracelet from earlier."

Yan San panted heavily, his eyes now filled with awe and reverence for the cosmic rules. Previously, he had always believed he could alter the laws of the universe, but now he finally understood that creating a cosmic law and changing one was certainly not a difficulty of the same magnitude.

Finally, she slowly placed her left hand on Xiaoya's forehead and closed her eyes. A flash of cyan light swept across her palm, and when she opened her eyes once more, an expression of utter astonishment flickered within her pupils, which were as clear as deep pools.

It brought a brief moment of tranquility to the almost uncontrollable chaos, prompting everyone to start pondering this egalitarian distribution system.

"The fire attribute, then!" Without a moment's hesitation, he chose the most difficult element, and one that even conflicted with his own spiritual power.

"I will tie a five-colored cord around the wrist of every one of you Lotuses. This way, you won't get lost in unfamiliar places, and even at the ends of the earth, you will be able to find one another. Moreover, it will protect you from harm."

With everything settled, Shenghui closed his eyes. There was less than a month remaining until the agreed half-year deadline. Shenghui intended to seize this final stretch of time. His goal was to complete the first stage of bone-changing before the Bone Appraisal Ceremony.

Wen Ye sighed and said helplessly, "Bunny, this is my career, the career I love. It's not something I can just surrender or concede defeat in on a whim." Just like you.

This was the ceiling of his combat power. To break through it, he had no choice but to find a way to continue cultivating and strengthen this calamity-forged body.

The crucial part was successfully tricking this man and this chicken into entering the Scarlet Feather Sect; everything else would become much simpler. How could Ren Haifeng possibly let go of such a golden opportunity?!

Even Zhou Chu couldn't help lamenting that if Sister Meili were to take on some commercial promotions, she would have achieved financial freedom long ago, sparing herself the hardship of being a grueling wage earner.

"All of us have already been thoroughly slapped in the face. With Mohan's current momentum, do you really think we can ever slap him back?" Jin Cheng looked at his assistant, deeply worried about the man's intelligence.

When Zhang Heng arrived at the foot of a mountain, he saw hundreds of people carrying hoes and continuously digging the earth.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian neither dodged nor parried. He gathered his breath into his Dantian and puffed out his abdomen to meet Yue Wuxin's heavy punch.

"I agree, lock him up first!" Muyuan, the internal affairs elder, pronounced every word distinctly and was the first to chime in.

As Menglu spoke, she pressed her hand, which was still spraying blood, against the already burning car door. Combined with the searing pain of the wound itself, the scorching fire caused Fu Yan's face to distort grotesquely.