Chapter 118: Explanation

Yang You’s expression was icy. In his hand, the Six Paths of Reincarnation slowly rotated, emitting a halo of light that replayed the scenes of its own forging. The higher one’s cultivation, the greater the price for executing forbidden martial arts. Had he still been a low-tier Master, he might have risked it, but he was now at the sixth level of the Master realm and nearing the threshold of the high tier. Unless faced with a life-or-death crisis, he would never gamble with his future potential.

The Taoist priest chirped, "Wait, look at this new skill I developed today!" With that, he pulled out a talisman, performed a hand seal, and chanted. His body suddenly surged in size, nearly shattering the chandelier on the ceiling.

A flicker of panic crossed Hua Wan’er’s eyes. She stammered, "Why don't you... stay the night?" As she spoke, her neck turned crimson.

They placed their passes on the scanner. With a soft chime, the door slowly slid open. A biting, frigid wind rushed through the gap, making them both shiver involuntarily.

Before he could react, a pair of heavy, powerful hands firmly grasped his neck, lifting him into the air. No matter how he struggled, he found himself unable to even force his soul to leave his body.

Hearing Lin Chen’s sudden remark, Ye Rou froze for a moment, then flushed deeply. She buried her head beneath the covers, unable to utter a word.

Regardless, the greater the number of Qidi beasts, the better it was for him. Since the Katu tribe had concentrated the vast majority of their strength, at least he did not have to worry about an imbalance of power on the beasts' side.

The Qingye Academy held assessments every three months to monitor the progress of its students after a period of cultivation.

However, thinking of how much Yan Tang valued Qian Jiao, he suspected that she might have run away on her own.

For Wu Yazi, the temptation of a breakthrough in cultivation was too great. He was currently at the end of his rope; failing to break through now would mean certain death.

The stone monkey ate some pine nuts and descended from the treetop. Just as he was about to knock, the cave door creaked open, and a young attendant stepped out.

Since they knew the trial consisted of facing one another, and they were forbidden from resorting to physical violence, engaging in a war of words was only natural.

Having understood the purpose of the silver light in his dantian, there was no need for Xiao Wanshan to continue striking the sky with his palms.

Among this line of warships, if one were to rank the energy shields, Huang Yao’s Xihe was undoubtedly the strongest.

Even if they were to call off the engagement today, they had to plant a thorn in everyone’s hearts: the Shen family was simply unworthy of the Chu family.

Evil cultivators, wicked lands, and underworld fires were the labels humans used for them, dripping with disdain. They, however, preferred to call themselves Immortal cultivators, Immortal realms, and Immortal fires.

"I can be here because I am a scion of the Yanjing Lin family, and my mother is the chairwoman of Yilin Group. Who do you think you are to compare yourself to me?" Lin Hao looked at Sui Xiaotian with contempt.

Although Qi Ziyan’s tone was sincere and earnest, Sui Xiaotian found it difficult to trust someone he had only just met.

Huang Hongfei did not notice his dismissive gesture and continued, "But my knowledge of the Soul-Seizing Technique might be slightly more extensive than yours, Prince. While the technique can control a person's mind and force them to follow orders, the backlash on the caster is severe."

The evil cult leader was no fool. His eyes darted around, and with a sudden roar, he lunged forward, scooped up Chen Yujiao who was still sitting on the ground, and fled. After a few leaps, he vanished without a trace.

It was clear that Dan Qi intended to kill the iron-staff-wielding general. He paced slowly toward him. At that moment, the general began to show fear and took two or three steps back, but just then, a voice that restored his arrogance rang out.

Su Mianmian heaved a long sigh of relief. In truth, her fever had returned; she could feel her forehead burning, her head felt heavy, and she was slightly dizzy.

Meanwhile, Gu Sheng’s "Chill of Death" seized the opportunity to rapidly spread through the Bone Dragon’s consciousness, its fierce momentum far surpassing before, like a giant wave crashing onto the shore.

It opened its dragon maw and let out a deafening roar; the massive sound wave, intertwined with the dragon’s cry, shook the entire space.

It appeared without a sound, a dark, arc-shaped blade that swept across the sea like the Grim Reaper swiping his scythe.

"Since everything is fine, I’m heading back," Jie said. Chunxia was still at home, and although there was no immediate danger, he felt it best to return and check on her.

A red figure stood in mid-air above the grand celestial formation, which seemed to be struggling against the immense pressure the person was exerting.

The man surnamed Bai was startled, then his face filled with joy. He checked the incense and, seeing it would take another two quarters of an hour to burn out, felt reassured enough to follow Qin Guanjiu outside.

Yet, she felt no sympathy for his situation. When it came down to it, aside from the cruelty of fate, a large part of the responsibility lay with him. If he had married Xia Jinxuan sooner, or shown her more concern and discovered his mother’s hostility toward her earlier, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Only when the two sides clashed and immediately separated did a dull, thunderous boom reach their ears—a delay of at least two seconds behind what their eyes had seen. It was like watching a movie where the audio was out of sync with the actors' lips, a sensation so jarring it was enough to make one want to vomit blood.

At the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, one’s body is tempered to a degree where ordinary blades cannot pierce it; how could he possibly spit blood from the pressure of a Condensed Pill Realm expert?

"Professor Ge, you really don't need to console me. I don't want to think about these things right now; all I want is to leave this place." The thought of death was merely a fleeting flash. She didn't actually want to die; she valued her life very much right now.

Though fewer than ten people in the world had interacted with Lu Yao closely, everyone knew she was difficult to deal with. This didn't even require face-to-face contact; every telltale sign pointed to it with absolute clarity.