160 Celestial Phenomena

"Still, not bad at all. After all, the seventh grade of Martial Disciple is no weak feat!"
The seventh grade of Martial Disciple—a level sufficient to establish a foothold in the pugilistic world, yet still utterly insignificant.
"Who, who are you? Why meddle in other people's business?" the man in black asked with trepidation. He could sense that he was no match for this young monk at all; this was the unbridgeable gap of pure strength.
"Who this old monk is, you needn't know. You only need to know that you scoundrels are bullying a—"

Qinglin knew that once their leader made a decision, it wouldn't be easily changed. He said no more and dashed down the stairs.
"It's just that this subordinate ran into Madam at the entrance... She, it seemed like she had been crying..." When saying this, Duan Ming instinctively glanced at Yixuan. Yixuan naturally understood what he meant and hurriedly lowered her head with a guilty conscience.
Guan Xiaowan had intended to leave only after Yang Yang's fear had subsided somewhat, but she had grown far too exhausted lately. Moreover, resting within Yang Yang's embrace, she felt an extraordinary sense of security, and so she too drifted off to sleep.
Aside from Mother Gu, the other three rarely paid attention to these two fields—which were neither obscure nor mainstream—and naturally knew nothing of the intricacies within.
On the other side, Landon began his journey back, carrying a pile of materials from legendary arch-demons and a spatial artifact brimming with various abyss-born products.
Just like everything involving the Li family due to him being cornered, just like everything today when Qiao Ziyan led people to ambush her, and other matters of the sort—Zhan Qingxiu always maintained an inscrutable attitude toward them all, leaving one utterly clueless as to what she was truly thinking.
Xu You had indeed grown up under the tutelage of Sword Sovereign Wan Qianqiu. As an elder who had endured and fought through the dark century, Wan Qianqiu possessed extraordinary and visionary foresight; he knew what Cathay needed, and he was cultivating it for this nation.
Seeing that he remained silent once more, she turned back toward the cabin in frustration, awaiting the interrogation of her so-called royal father and mother.
"Beibei... Let Mommy take a good look at you!" Han Miaomiao's eyes brimmed with tears as her slender, white hand reached out to touch Lei Beibei's forehead, her gaze laden with overwhelming joy and tenderness.
"...Is there any discomfort? Or perhaps any requests you might have?" He Jingheng had no choice but to continue asking.
The sheer complexity here was enough to give even a Profound Deity a headache; no one could draw a detailed map of this place.
The patrons at the surrounding tables, onto which she had toppled, stared at Shimakaze lying on the floor with expressions of shock and panic.
There weren't many familiar faces either... After all, if they were customers who only came out for the holiday, they probably didn't visit very often. The regulars whose names she could recognize wouldn't show up here until around midnight.
If people approached things with a bit more human empathy rather than slashing blindly with a single stroke, perhaps this reality would be far more harmonious.
Faced with such an unknown situation, Shimakaze should have been dazed, but her mind was exceptionally clear—perhaps due to the dream or having slept for a very long time—so her darting eyes eagerly observed her surroundings.
Aquamarine Crabs were generally four-star entities, with only a rare few colossal Crab Kings reaching five-star status. Normally, their carapaces were grayish-white, but the moment a battle began, their shells would turn aquamarine and emit a frigid frost capable of freezing a person stiff.
However, if word got out and someone actually believed it, quite a few people would undoubtedly risk their lives trying to challenge this Ten-Refinement Earth Monarch, which would only trigger yet another wave of deaths among cultivators.
Immediately thereafter, Marshal Yang Huiyuan, along with Zhou Lei, Zhuang Li'er, Huang Xiao, Binglan, Bingxin, and Kang Tiantian, descended upon their flying swords, dropping below the clouds.
The Evil Spirit Clan possessed the power of possession, but they could not seize just any vessel; the host body had to precisely match their own energy, and the target could not be overly strong. Only by slowly and meticulously seeping inward could the possession be completed.
Watching his running figure, I witnessed a startling scene and stood up, utterly dumbfounded.