Extra Chapter 4

This was a perfectly appropriate excuse, but unfortunately, Father Lin and Mother Lin had long settled into the routine of an old married couple. Father Lin, in particular, failed to realize that the playful “Darling~” was directed at him. He remained unperturbed, cheerfully sipping his cup of Pu’er tea.

“I’m really not jealous! But if you insist, why don’t you get me some so I can try it and see what it actually tastes like?” Bai Jinwu said.

Almost simultaneously, five silhouettes belonging to Dongfang Yunyang’s side closed in. Their long blades came down on the blue watery barrier, but to everyone’s surprise, the shield barely trembled under the assault.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in a region of utter darkness.

Dongfang Yunyang nevertheless expressed his thanks to each elder. No matter what, he still hoped that the Elders’ Council could coexist harmoniously, jointly striving for the village’s prosperity.

They didn’t even know what kind of organization they belonged to, nor had they ever witnessed the higher-ups take action. All they knew was that its scale was immense, and it wielded unimaginable power.

Anyone with eyes could see this, but Aunt Xue’s words at this moment were tinged with a hint of petulance.

A golden radiance burst forth, five-colored divine light blossomed like lotuses, and from the base of the cliff rose a teleportation array beloved by all cultivators.

No one knew how much time had passed, until at last, the clear chime of silver bells drew her consciousness back.

Long Yinxuan resumed his usual cold demeanor, picked up his brimming cup of wine, drained it in one gulp, then refilled it from the jug at hand. He downed three cups in quick succession before finally pausing.

Before the outbreak, the Gordon region had a population of at least a million, but after the plague, only a little over a hundred thousand remained.

Zhang Tianyi was probing for Zhao Ziliang’s true motives for fighting the invaders, as well as his resolve.

Zhang Tianyi pushed open the door. The Purple Rose was curled up on the bed, hair disheveled, like a blossom that had long since withered.

“What the hell did you just say?” The bald melon vendor, infuriated and embarrassed, snatched a cudgel from another vendor nearby and swung it viciously at Liu Hang’s head.

Naturally, these remarks reached Li Shimin’s ears as well, and he found himself somewhat unable to maintain his composure.

Though he had achieved little in his studies, he made up for the regrets of his past life in his beloved game, Skyblade, winning the title of “Champion of the World” for Taibai—and for the millions of players of the national server.

The original reputation system of the martial world had been altered by Polaris, who removed the word “martial” and renamed it simply the reputation system.

The Nine Flowers Buddhist Cave had an entrance quest; unexpectedly, Asura City did as well. This one required tracking down the missing Hero’s Token of the Four Leagues.

The spinning Soul-Calming Umbrella appeared again, whirling around Chu Yan, while Mo Bai, heedless of the depletion of his inner energy, rolled over to reach him.

The warning in her voice was obvious, meant to frighten her chubby son. Her purpose achieved, she wasted no time in dragging him into the vintage car.

Is she really suited to be a police officer? Should she try seducing criminals? For a brief moment, the always upright Gongsun Yu was struck by this absurd and preposterous thought.

If what Wang once said was false, then where did the vanished valley go? What force caused it to disappear?

Lin Yi calmed his breathing, dragged the Daoist of Clearview behind a large rock, and reactivated the Light Talisman.

“Yes, you are now the deputy battalion commander of the Armored Regiment in Shaoyang Military District.” Qin Ruyi replied, her limpid eyes shining with an unfamiliar light.

After rooting out the Lin family’s influence in Ningbo’s political scene, Gongsun Yu did not simply wash his hands of the affair. Rescuing Guan Fengyi and punishing Jiang Shaoyun were the second steps of his plan.

As soon as Xing Luo finished speaking, a strange formation composed of ten regular pentagons abruptly appeared within the clear barrier on the National War Forum’s chessboard, in the ten directions of heaven and earth around him and Lian Mingyang.

With both palms, Lin Yi struck outwards, sending two gusts of energy at the oil lamp above. With a muffled sound, the flame was instantly snuffed out, releasing a wisp of pale blue smoke.

“Why do I feel like I’ve just lost my job?” Li Jinger suddenly felt a hollow emptiness in her heart, a faint sense of disappointment.

Wuji wanted to argue, but only managed a crooked, awkward smile before falling silent again. He reached up to touch the bumps on his cheek and kept a wary eye on the movements behind him.

“Next.” Lear took the towel Natasha handed him and wiped the sweat from his brow. At his feet, the bear lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.

“See you this afternoon, Brother Qian! I still have class later!” Ke Yiyao stuck out her tongue playfully at him and dove into the car.

Master Wu Yang, a cultivator of the demonic spirit body, practiced only spiritual energy, unaware that he could also cultivate demonic power. That he managed to reach the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage was no small feat.

Throughout countless years, only the heads of the Su and Sun families had broken through to the Essence Gathering realm. When Master Su Qian acquired the Essence Gathering Pill at auction, Su Ning, the head of the Su family, had already reached that realm. Other cultivators, though covetous of the pill, dared not try to seize it.

Yet just as the blood-red divine dragon was about to reach Jian Feiyang, his eyes suddenly snapped open, and his body trembled violently.

Aboard the ultra-luxurious cruise ship, the pageant contestants displayed their graceful figures in vibrant bikinis, their beauty dazzling and enchanting.