Volume 1, Chapter 37: None Alike

As the saying goes, each stage is a world unto itself; attempting to temper the body of the Innate Realm using the accumulations of the Acquired Realm is nothing but a pipe dream.

The intensity of her murderous tone left no doubt that she was not joking. It was none other than Lady Wang, who had witnessed her mother being insulted.

She had already searched Fu Qingyan’s room and found the clues she was looking for; whether or not she stayed at the Fu residence was of no consequence.

Some decided to unite several teams to pool their strength, aiming to eliminate most of the scattered enemies on the island first before engaging in internal competitions.

She was a law-abiding citizen and had stated her willingness to cooperate with the investigation. Yet, given the way the other party was questioning her, she might stumble into some trap at any moment.

After an internal struggle, she thought it best not to be ungrateful. Hardening her heart, she placed her hand upon Yuchi Gong’s.

As long as he could drag things out until the opponent could no longer hold on, the life and death of this fellow would be entirely within his grasp.

Hong Qigong looked at him with great relief and said slowly, "Fortunately, you did not. Instead, you nearly lost your life due to the conflict of your own thoughts."

Lihua comforted her, saying that such things happen everywhere; some people, once they get their hands on a bit of petty power, start throwing their weight around and acting like scoundrels.

"Alright, Feifei, we have finished forming our teams." At this moment, a young nobleman called out to Jiang Feifei.

"Shopkeeper Ding, since I dare to say that this batch of clothing can open up the market, I am absolutely certain of it. You just need to do as I say."

As for whether or not she was making money, Zhang Qian could not see that she cared at all. If she had even the slightest concern, she would not have left a company with such visible potential for immeasurable wealth to its own devices.

The sharp-eyed guard had already spotted Jiang Shaoyang’s movements and immediately tapped his companion on the shoulder. All eyes turned toward Jiang Shaoyang in unison.

"..." I must endure! Ming Xuan gritted her teeth to keep from retorting, silently allowing Bailu to lead her away.

Although this job carried life-threatening dangers, those were merely professional risks—a heroic sacrifice with no regrets. Your company simply lacks such charisma.

The Demon Dragon Cult Leader eventually fell in a sea of flames, but it dropped nothing—not even a single bottle of Golden Sore Ointment. Xu Cheng was so frustrated he could grind his teeth; clearly, this was a fake Demon Dragon Cult Leader.

"My mother is not home. Did Aunt Mingyue come to inform me that tomorrow is the day Great-Grandfather Lizheng goes up the mountain?" Although Zai Zai was only five, he knew the customs of the village.

As for these new skills, Soul Devouring and Yin-Yang Eyes, Jiang Shaoyang looked around. In this wilderness, he couldn't see a single ghost, so he had no way to test them for the time being.

When the word "divorce" came out of Su Chun’s mouth, he suddenly felt much lighter. For years, Haiping had been like a massive boulder pressing on his heart, leaving him breathless. Now, he could finally cast off this stone and lead a relaxed, comfortable life.

She lowered her head to splash her face with cold water, but at that moment, she keenly sensed someone approaching the restroom again—and it was not Lin Yibai.

"Due to the Creator’s great divine power, the Void World was sealed. With my current abilities, it is impossible to break this seal and reach the Void World. Thus, while this method might succeed, I cannot perform it," Jilan said with regret.

"I am about to see Long'er; how can I not be excited?" Chen Zi'ang flipped through a map. This had been drawn specially for him by Shadow One, and according to its markings, finding the valley he spoke of would be easy.

In reality, different soul energies can merge with one another, provided that Yang Feng’s soul energy is sufficiently strong.

While he was performing beauty treatments for these nobles, the entire city-state was in an uproar, scrambling to collect tributes for him. Yang Feng had told the priest that they must offer a portion of all their grain, fruits, vegetables, and even medicines. The quantity need not be large, but the variety had to be complete.

Those who had always supported me turned into strangers. Later, perhaps because my reputation was not too bad, an old friend told me the secret behind why I was treated this way. It was those two; because they were servants—or rather, retainers—of the Baron, no one dared to offend them.

So-called True Qi originates from the blood and essence. It is what they call "refining essence into qi." People of the Second Realm lack the inherent advantages of the Great Xia; unable to progress further in their physical bodies, they settle for the next best thing. Once their bodies are polished to a certain level and can no longer improve, they refine True Qi from their blood and essence.

The Heavenly Stems Transformations are a set of supernatural techniques created according to the profound mysteries of the thirty-six ancient Heavenly Stem Divine Beasts. Once these thirty-six transformations are mastered, one can shift into any of these thirty-six bloodline species and possess all the divine abilities of that beast.

Bai San felt a jolt of surprise. He lifted his palm to observe it carefully, then touched it lightly with the fingers of his other hand. Immediately, he felt an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, forcing him to retract his hand as if struck by lightning.

The pair of scorpion claws in front looked incredibly realistic, and as they opened and closed, they seemed to cover several meters. The poisonous claws were ferocious, appearing capable of crushing a tiger to death.

After all, the Sentinel Stele of the Thousand-Million Forest does not reason with people. No one reasons with it, and no one could ever make sense of it, so wise people do not provoke this Sentinel Stele, nor do they try to reason with it. Indeed, who would seek their own trouble by arguing with a stone tablet?