Chapter Sixty-Two: Reality and Reality

“Lazybones, get up! Lazybones, time to get up—”

Ming Shuang jolted awake from his sleep, his whole body trembling. His mind was still foggy, but his body had already sat up in bed before he could even think. At the same time, a few scattered images flashed rapidly through his head.

“Ugh, so noisy! Ming Da Shuang, turn off your alarm already…” his roommate in their double dorm room complained impatiently.

Only then did Ming Shuang realize that his alarm had been ringing persistently. He forced himself to shake off the confusion, reached for his phone beside his pillow with practiced ease, and, without even looking, swiped the screen accurately to silence the alarm.

With the alarm off, the groggy Ming Shuang suddenly felt the urgent pressure in his bladder. On instinct, he threw back the covers, slipped his feet into his slippers, and—

“You’re still watching!” After Huang Lingling left, Zhu Qing pinched Qin Feng’s waist.

A strange suction force assaulted Qin Cheng’s body, as if trying to draw the very essence of his cultivation from him.

The concept of “Spirit Attachment” was first discovered and proposed by Qing Xuanzi. The first person to actually possess Spirit Attachment was Cui Lingkai, also known as the Emperor of Sacred Souls.

Withdrawing from his sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, exceptionally warm.

Two warriors as tanks, plus a supporter, a swordsman, and a ranger—Lin Hao smiled silently. Inviting me to join you… I can’t tell whether you’re too unlucky, or too lucky.

A cultivator who never bowed to envoys from the Moyun Palace, who now, after the disgrace of the Zhou Clan’s gate being destroyed, didn’t seem to care, and even introduced himself first?

Fu Qing felt particularly embarrassed to be watched by her, thinking Su Yanzheng had changed, only to find he was still so overbearing and unreasonable. Could this even be called affection? It was nothing but possessiveness on Su Yanzheng’s part.

And the reason he hadn’t acted otherwise was simply because he saw no need. He chose to leave late at night, when she wasn’t around, not only for safety, but also to avoid facing her pleas to stay. He probably thought she was holding him back, that this way it would be easier for him to go.

Su Yanzheng knew this younger brother always maintained a perfect facade, so he didn’t think much of it.

The assembled senior cultivators were visibly shaken, their eyes lighting up as they stared at the two jade bottles in Yunshan’s hands.

Thus, Lü Yijian advocated suppressing Kang Cien, but with the emperor nearly siding with Kang Cien, he had been almost powerless before.

The arrival of Lai Hu’er and others naturally caused great panic among the residents near Pyongyang, and Xu Shiji seized this opportunity to spread rumors that the King of Goguryeo lacked the means to resist the heavenly army sent by Sui.

At last, he was about to step out from under his mother’s shadow, to present himself to the world as an independent human being.

The entire martial arena trembled, everyone swayed, and the martial artists stared in shock, a cold chill rising from the depths of their hearts straight to the crown of their heads.

The greatest benefit she gained from this trip was that she went from being forbidden to leave the villa to merely being forbidden to leave the courtyard.

His subordinates exchanged bewildered glances, not knowing what ingenious plan he had devised, but given their recent victory, they obeyed his orders without hesitation.

Han Bing felt the sting as well; he had only intended to return the star chart, but after learning that Qing Ling had reached the level of Saint Transformation, he realized that if his gift wasn’t substantial enough, it might not impress her.

My goodness! Where did this evil wind come from, so strange and sudden! It came just like that, without any warning.

If he’d acted like a brother, it would have been one thing, but his bearing was unmistakably superior, like a stern father.

Suddenly, he reached out, trying to put his arm around Zuo Qing’s shoulders, wanting to ask why she didn’t even recognize him anymore.

Just as Lu Qing’er was about to lick open the paper stuck to the door, a deep voice from within the room sounded—it was Yin Qingcang.

That silver-scaled python’s strength was roughly between Beast Lord rank one to rank three—Wu Yu could sense this from the aura it exuded.

That day, outside a certain prison in Vancouver, Yongxiao, He Zheng, Li Kui, and others waited in several cars.