Chapter 108: The Dying Chen Anquan

"Exactly!"
"Do you know why?" Yin Miaomiao offered a rare smile.
She resembled a peony that had not bloomed for years; though magnificent, there was an air of detachment from the common world about her.
"Because you possess footwork techniques."
"Correct, but not entirely. Only by pairing a systematic approach with superior cultivation methods can one improve more rapidly."
Chen Anquan nodded repeatedly, finally understanding why his speed fell short of Yin Miaomiao's.
Meanwhile, Gu Xiang utilized her character abilities to ensure Duan Qiqing found a rope, then tied a slipknot into it.
Lin Song first joined the others in offering birthday congratulations to the ancestor of the Prince of Dongping's estate before taking his seat at the men's banquet.
Jia Rong flared with sudden anger, but upon facing Lin Song and recalling his strength, he wilted.
The elderly man surnamed Fu spotted the red-robed elder leading the group at a glance; his eyes brightened, and he hurried forward to greet him.
Lin Yi reflected that while he had diagnosed several difficult cases recently, he hadn't earned much money, as he had chosen to use all his system rewards to upgrade his own skills.

All items were listed without categorization on a single, endless page, yet the selection was vast and dazzling.
After advancing to the fourth rank, Alpha's energy value surged to over eighty million. Although the Black Death Crow had just absorbed about three-quarters of that energy, more than twenty million remained.
Ever since Shuke integrated the Great Compassion Mantra with meditation techniques, Beta felt his soul grow incomparably light and his mental power steadily increase every time he recited the mantra.
Below, Zuo Fa gulped; was this truly the young sect master of the Skywalk Sword Sect? His power was terrifying.
The process of turning the entire village into a village of zombies was cruel and bloody; the successive wails made Ji Yang’s skin crawl.
Lucifer's personality had shifted the very day he became a fallen angel.
Under the ravages of time, every building had fallen into ruin; there was not a single intact structure, all of them overgrown with weeds and climbing vines.
Shi Qingxuan cast a sidelong glance at him, knowing that with Li Cha's capabilities, few in this martial arts world could truly harm him.
Using the force of the counter-shock, Su Yu drifted backward, yet the moment his toes touched the ground, Wang Heng was already upon him, swinging a broadsword toward his head. Without a second thought, Su Yu immediately employed the Yan Step to evade the attack.
Watching Sun Wukong, the immortals frowned in contemplation, wondering if this strange-looking, foul-smelling object was truly something of value.
Zhao Gao ignored him entirely. If he had wanted to steal the kill, he could have intervened the moment Mai Linglong struck. Seeing him rush over to scavenge the drops now, it was clear he simply saw their matching blue weapons and assumed they were easy targets.

"We might as well stick to our original plan for revenge," Liu Hu said, gritting his teeth.
However, Ji Yang had not lost his head to the situation. Once he spoke, the others understood his intent.
The American soldier took Jessie's driver's license and, upon seeing the name, his eyes widened slightly.
"Again?" First the father, now the son; Du Ziyuan felt this family certainly knew how to order people around.
At these words, the others nodded. The No-Banner family did indeed have the highest popularity among the commoners, yet they were universally loathed within aristocratic circles.
That day, Ksitigarbha had been ordered to the netherworld to pave the way for the Buddhist pilgrimage to the West, at which point he made his vow: "Until hell is empty, I shall not become a Buddha." Having received immeasurable merit, he attained the cultivation of a quasi-sage.
Isaiah's skin had grown thick; he used to blush, but now, he simply cleared his throat, acted as if nothing had happened, skillfully put away his lollipop, and changed the subject.
As soon as Tian Xuanzi reached the foot of the mountain, he sensed that people were lying in ambush nearby. He looked at Hu Xuan, who nodded in return, and then he projected his voice: "I wonder which friends are lurking in the shadows?" The bald, burly man was startled by the words, yet he remained motionless, still hiding in his spot.