Chapter 124: Rushing to Demon Tribulation City

Some things are difficult to grasp unless experienced firsthand.

Walking along familiar paths once more, if one contemplates them deeply, there are always new discoveries and subtle differences. It is a process of self-development, an ongoing dialogue between one's evolving inner strength and the power of heaven and earth.

This time, the journey lasted longer, yet it felt neither tedious nor dull; immersed within it, one finds endless profundity. If a person has a passion—perhaps for fishing or chess—

The rewards were nothing more than lackluster Class A lottery chances; failure meant the erasure of a martial art or skill, along with a demotion in warrior rank.

People came one after another to offer congratulations and invite Xu Yang to their banquets. Naturally, Xu Yang had no time for them; he merely claimed fatigue and declined their invitations.

These fellows possess illusions we could never hope to master, but fake is fake, and real is real. After Wen Yinrao walked out of the cavern, I followed closely behind. The guards at the entrance, seeing me emerge, all looked eager to rush forward.

Jiang Jingzhi could not bear the sound of July’s laughter. To him, it was as piercing as a thunderclap, as if the whole world were mocking him.

Back at the palace, he had promised everything would be fine, yet in the end, the Marquis’s estate had its titles stripped away. A man’s words are but a deceptive ghost; had she not trusted the wrong person, the estate would not have been so unprepared, completely humiliated by the city guard.

The three of them chatted merrily, discussing July’s coming-of-age ceremony. Liu Haijun and Yan Jiao were both happy for July, and knowing she had earned the favor of the Empress Dowager, they felt only comfort toward her.

Taking advantage of the aunts arguing with Zheng, Yunxiu used her "Universe Sleeve" to quietly flick a five-colored smoke bomb into Zheng’s courtyard.

The thing people fear most is self-reflection. One wrong thought makes every action feel tainted. Her melancholy was not without cause; Xuan Shitian understood perfectly well what Princess Wen Yinrao was thinking.

"I do not know, I only know she is a disciple of a human sect, and later followed Yue Leng to Qingmeng Mountain," Yue Yao’er said.

Zhou Changde and Liu Mei looked at Wu Hua, expecting him to have a brilliant solution, hoping he had already figured out a way. Because in their eyes, no problem remained a problem once it encountered Wu Hua.

"Actually, I feel the same as you, but you can think of it this way: the one you killed was a criminal. If you hadn't killed him, he might have harmed many others. By killing him, you have saved many," Wang Feng said. For the past two days, he had been using this very logic to console himself.

Huang Tingting had no idea that Chen Xinghai harbored secrets. Seeing his hesitation, her heart pounded; she was terrified he would refuse. If she had known Chen Xinghai was a cultivator for whom oaths were binding, she would never have dared to make him swear.

Just as they finished speaking, Li Ren spoke from above: "Enough! You want to know? Once he finishes his confession, I will tell you." Zhang Hu and Zhang Lei said nothing more, listening intently to the facts the Gold Man was about to reveal.

Just as Long Kun’s tricycle reached the center of the county and headed northeast, traffic came to a standstill.

Hearing his words, Shi Yan looked at him, startled for a moment, then smiled and cupped his hands in a salute to the old Taoist.

The six or seven men, one after another, quickly developed a sense of teamwork. Fan Yimin and Huang Zechao were responsible for checking and searching the backpacks, while also helping those carrying them to hoist them onto their shoulders.

The room was dim, with only two candles lit in the outer chamber. He walked toward the inner room and saw a figure curled into a ball on the bed. He smirked; how did that posture look so much like a cat?

But once tears are shed, one becomes a laughingstock. Others will secretly rejoice.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, as glistening teardrops streamed down. Had Han Xiao not covered her mouth, she would surely have shrieked with excitement.

But if she didn't sign, Lin Tianrui would manipulate things so others would hound her for the debt, and she did not have that much money.

Usually, their monthly allowance was one or two thousand, which, in the current environment, was quite decent.

Miyamoto stalled, Angela immediately followed up with her second skill and ultimate; Shi Mu was instantly skewered. She could foresee this method of death.

Consciousness expanded outward, as if merging into the endless void, becoming one with space itself, and then spreading further.

Tao Xiangyang’s face turned ghastly. That Chu scoundrel was truly despicable; knowing full well that Lu Sui was Shi Zui’s ex, he actually said such things in front of him. Wasn't that just twisting the knife in Lu Sui’s heart?

Xiao Morou pressed on Lin Yu’s shoulder, looking with slight suspicion at the person in the helmet: "Are you a boy?" Even though the voice was pitched low, she could still detect a hint of masculinity.

Moreover, whether sitting beside the dragon throne or standing below the imperial dais made no difference to Rong Jin.

However, he was indifferent by nature; though he felt helpless, he maintained a take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward the so-called Qingyang Grand Competition.

And then, a thousand years of development history... isn't that a bit strange? Some countries have been established for two or three hundred years, some even less than a century, yet they have developed to be more advanced than this world.

How did he focus on the wrong point? It seems that since meeting Shi Mu, Jing Ze has lost not only his face but his mind as well.

A soybean struck the bruise on Wei Qingmei’s forehead with precision; this time, she collapsed and fainted on the spot.

Qiao Mounian used to be a skeptic, but he wouldn't stop his wife’s doting love for their son. After the incident with Qiao Hong, Qiao Mounian regretted not having paid enough attention in the past.

"Mystic Venerable, two hundred and eighty essence stones actually allowed me to step into the Mystic Venerable realm? This is a tremendous surprise!" Mu Han said with a faint smile.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint in them, as if concealing something. Beneath the moonlight, her beautiful face took on a cold, elegant quality. Truly a beauty—stunning in every time and place.