Entering the Path of Immortality, Mastering a Hundred Arts Chapter 55: The Trick Is Exposed (Votes Requested)

The air suddenly grew stifling and hot. He felt dizzy, and the garden, despite being in full bloom, felt turbid and suffocating.

His dream was beckoning to him from just a step away. With just two more final sprints, he would become the very first pride of heaven from his township.

She reached out and took the bamboo hat off his head. He looked up at her in the dark, his gaze as gentle as when she had ridden on his shoulders, acting wildly and eating candied haws at the age of seven.

Rong Wanxi shook her head and moved to sit on the other side, avoiding sitting directly across from him and escaping his gaze.

On the streets of Yindu, the crowds were bustling, and major merchant caravans poured in endlessly. A dazzling array of fine silks, satins, rouge, powder, jade, jewelry, vegetables, and fruits were on display everywhere.

With that, I rushed out again. There was still a bottle of beer on the table that Sixth Brother had half-finished; I picked it up and smashed it against my own head once more.

Yin Junjie ate as if he hadn't eaten for days, devouring the food as though this breakfast were the most delicious thing in the world.

She had already made preparations for studying abroad and had gained a rough understanding of which universities to apply to.

Zhao Yi instructed his soldiers to immediately release Yang Xiu. After exchanging a few polite pleasantries with the Zhao clan, Zhao Yi went straight to the prison entrance to pick Yang Xiu up.

If they wanted to push eastward, they could only travel along the Pacific coastline and had to bypass the Russian garrison at Khabarovsk.

Xia Xiaotong sat in the back, trying her best to restrain herself, yet she still let out a stray scream or two.

Yang Liu directly tossed several sachet bags into a pot and boiled them together with the water. The infused water carried a faint, pleasant fragrance, and after her bath, Wanqing felt much better.

Lianxin discovered that he had a hobby—yes, a hobby. He loved hunting down fun, delicious, and rare things everywhere for her, taking great joy in it.

"Xu Qingmo, stop right there!" A steady, resonant voice rang out. Although not loud, it was powerful and full of determination.

After eating his fill, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly. After all, Qiu Qianjian was utterly exhausted from the journey; it was a miracle in itself that he had managed to walk all the way to Yunxi Town.

Yet, Fenghuali began to worry once more. Through three months of being together, he found her to be exceptionally dense. During their time together, he had subtly revealed his feelings for her, but she remained completely oblivious. At first, he had despondently assumed she had no romantic interest in him and was merely feigning ignorance.

Realizing an eagle was out of the question, Hou Liangcang was already planning for the next round when he saw the golf ball rolling past the cup, suddenly striking the back edge of the hole.

Lifting his own hand, he never expected that his soul would transmigrate into this fellow who had died of sheer terror, thereby inheriting his memories.

"In that case, let's not waste any time and take action immediately!" Bingyang responded at once.

"Engineer Qiao, I've already shown you plenty of respect. Since you refuse to show me any, you can't blame me," Zhang Jun said quite firmly.

As for helping arrange a job for him, that was still a simple matter; Starmedia or Early Summer Animation would both do.

As long as the nine celestial venerables imitated the three tribes, they would secure a foothold in the new world. Even if they might not necessarily defeat the creatures of the new world, they would at least claim a place of their own.

As for the methods of making those desserts, they were entirely unprecedented to them. The culinary techniques that combined both Chinese and Western styles while taking the best of both worlds instantly opened the eyes of the local chefs here.

Looking around, Bai Yan realized he had been teleported back to the exact spot where he had left the main plane—the very suburb where he had been beaten to a pulp and abandoned.

"Alright, I'll call Qin Shuhuai first, and tomorrow I'll head back to Hanwu City to find him in person," Jiang Hu said.

Bidding farewell to Shuangchi, Shi Qingshan sensed someone following her. It was a master of lightweight kung fu, as the person made not a single sound while moving across the rooftops; had Shi Qingshan's internal energy not been profound, she probably wouldn't have noticed at all.

In his past life, Qin Shuhuai had participated in some conventional line renovation projects, giving him a general understanding of railway upgrades.

Looking again at the playing card in his hand, it remained frozen on the scene of the Mingguang Four-Blade attacking the starlight projection, except that the faint luster it once had had completely vanished.

Meanwhile, in a cell on the top floor of the prison, a bald, tattooed man lying on a bed abruptly opened his eyes, walked over to the door, and looked down through the metal bars.

Seeing that the Tulip King had actually subdued Gao Ping, Long Donghai and Liang Feng immediately rushed forward to rescue him.

Moreover, the Returning Body Blades were not just one, but three—the Thunder Soul Blade, the Mysterious Spirit Demonic Blade, and the Purple Ultimate True Fire Soul Blade.

The blood vessels on his skin were clearly visible, twisting like dragons and pulsating with explosive power, radiating a bronze glow even more brilliant than before.

Although he desperately hoped such a thing would not happen, as long as the possibility existed, he had to formulate a corresponding countermeasure.

Shortly after, he and Xia Wan took action, directly publishing this news across medical forums in countries all over the globe.

An undercurrent of impending turmoil vaguely swept through the city. While the aristocratic families held a strange attitude toward Liu Jun, he continued conducting his affairs as usual, entirely ignoring them.

Zhang Zhenglu's sixth sense instinctively told him that the matter was by no means as simple as he imagined. All the measures he intended to take froze at that exact moment, leaving him too afraid to act rashly.

People around began to whisper among themselves. While marveling at the basilisk's terrifying power, they discussed how to deal with it. Some also remarked on how lucky the victims were that none of them had looked directly into the basilisk's eyes.

After finishing the final meal, Zoe was taken away by Thor, while Ye Jiu and Mo Shunqing began tidying up the room and packing their luggage. The family quietly packed up the house they had lived in for a month, the atmosphere remarkably harmonious.

If the other party belonged to the Soul Hall, or harbored any ulterior motives toward him, he wouldn't even be able to run if he wanted to.