Chapter 13133 — A Rare Chance to Join the Secret Realm Reclamation

"Of course, that's still not the most important reason."

Everyone looked at him. "What other reason is there?"

Hu Suan turned to look at Wei Zhao. "A rare chance to join a secret realm reclamation, and you'd be satisfied with being eliminated in fifth place?"

Wei Zhao shook his head. "Of course I wouldn't be satisfied."

Hu Suan clicked his tongue. "If you choose to ally with those four squads, the best outcome is fifth place. But if you choose to side with the Dragon Slayers, we could even..."

Earlier, at the brink of death, Yuan Chen's understanding of his own martial arts had advanced once more, and the strength of his fully "dao-transformed" evil body had risen to a new realm.

Pang Gang gave a cautious cough and signaled with his eyes to the personal guards at the door. The great doors of the hall were shut tight, and the guards kept strict watch on all sides.

"The biggest mistake this child ever made was being born to the wrong parents. If not for that lawless father of his and that deeply devoted mother, the Jade Emperor would never have flown into such a rage," said the Left Auxiliary.

Being eaten by a monster—of course she was afraid. Only Lu Xueying could serve as such an example.

The nine immortal sects—they would not yet dare to destroy them. But the Three Immortal Isles of Qionglai were the true headquarters of the immortal world. Should they ever be lost, it would be difficult for the upper realm to even descend.

"Very well, take the lady and go study it. I'll go learn a thing or two as well." With that, Yulang Qi vanished.

A year ago, Huo Ziyin would tremble with excitement at the mere mention of the words "Martial Emperor." Now he could move among such circles—fate truly makes fools of men, and the times call forth heroes.

The news that Fan Zhaoming would cure Qian Shijie's feeble-mindedness at noon spread in an instant. Everyone discussed it at length, convinced that this time it was Fan Zhaoming's turn to play the fool and the simpleton.

Chuanshan Yixiao straightened up. Seeing me momentarily lost in thought, he said, "Your finger's been cut. Go back and put some medicine on it." He tossed the rose back where it had been, then led me back into the house. When I turned to look for him, he had already vanished without a sound.

Some martial artists who had already comprehended one or two laws were delighted—though they had not grasped even a trace of it before at the ten-thousandth rank, they could still rely on their old capital to climb to the next step.

By now, as time dragged on, Old Seven in the pavilion grew restless. He reached out his left hand and roughly dragged Xiao Jingheng to the water's edge.

Had her elder sister, this favored consort, really become this formidable? Able to persuade the emperor to kill his own flesh and blood? She was no less accomplished than the infamous femme fatales who ruined nations throughout history.

After the Ancestor Worship Festival, Yang Dongsheng returned to school just in time for metalworking practice. The assignment was to grind a block of iron into a hexagonal nut.

"So that means we can act freely from here on?" Yun Xuan looked astonished—he hadn't expected the arrangements to be this easy.

In the pitch-dark, anyone who could climb up to Mines 5 and 6 without falling to their death had to be quick and nimble on their feet—nine times out of ten, a young person.

Connections still need to be cultivated. Though he knew Shengli's future, that was a future victory; the present Shengli was still a friend worth making. Of course, Li Yimo was perfectly clear about where to draw the line.

High power inevitably brings high heat. A laser with an output of four thousand watts requires roughly fifty thousand watts of cooling capacity.

In the span of a few breaths, Lin Yi had thought of several ways to escape, but each time he considered one, he ultimately rejected it himself.

At Hongying's delicate cry, she was seen to hold her position, yet her hands tapped three times in succession across the void.

Though this true qi had been forcibly elevated by a first-turn golden core and was, for the time being, true qi he could not yet command at will.

Xiao Yunze spoke up to stop Li Fan's movement, his attitude clearly more guarded and tense than before.

But at the time, everyone had voluntarily given up the investment and even sold their land—so wanting a share now was out of the question.

At last, with everyone working as one, they crossed that spatial passage in a single surge. In the final instant, Master Li's figure emerged from the passage as lightly as a wisp of wind.