Chapter 149: Wind and Snow Pavilion

However, it was precisely this slight movement that caught the attention of the searching disciples nearby. A dozen or so disciples cleared away the rubble and discovered Lin Yang buried beneath. With tremendous effort and various methods, they finally managed to rescue him from the ruins.

As soon as Lin Yang was pulled out, he clutched...

Shortly after, Gan Xingtai also vaulted into the room, opened the door, and let Yang Tian in while motioning for Zhang Yuanba to keep watch outside. A moment later, Gan Xingtai lit a lamp. Taking in the scene inside, he let out a sudden snort of laughter.

With no time to ponder how this lingering soul could read his thoughts, and seeing Tian Ming closing in, Hao Yu hurriedly raised the sword in his hand and thrust it straight at him. With a crisp sound, a sharp flash of sword qi struck out like lightning, yet Tian Ming easily evaded it.

After offering an apologetic bow to Chen Shenzhi, Zhang Xin, and the others, Ye Tian wore a dark expression and took his leave early.

Back at his own home, Zhang San was still pondering what would make a suitable gift. Not a single item drawn from the system was he willing to part with for an auction—playing the fool and acting as a sucker was something he would never do. Yet, aside from system items, he had nothing else of value to offer.

Yi Fan unhurriedly retrieved an oversized jade box, which contained at least a hundred cigars. He slowly drew one out, lit it, and began to smoke at a leisurely pace.

Once the voice vanished, a wave of whispering broke out among the crowd. Everyone's gaze shifted toward the Life-and-Death Stage, eagerly anticipating the good show tonight.

After welcoming guests for more than two full hours, the stream of martial artists qualified to enter gradually began to dwindle. By this time, the Grandview Pavilion was packed with cultivators. Jin Changkong instructed his attendants to greet the arrivals and then led them upstairs to entertain the guests.

At this point, the old man in black robes also sensed a profound chill in Jing Hai's words. Left with no other choice, he remained silent and stood quietly to one side.

Through the curing process, the savory richness of the seasoned beef had thoroughly penetrated every fiber. The sunlight and gentle breeze had carried away the moisture, leaving behind a deeper, more mellow aroma.

Faced with the conditions proposed by Huang Lei, Zhou You was extremely tempted; however, lacking any stock in his mind, he simply lacked the confidence to make the deal.

Hu Jiumei slowly sat up from the bed and began to saunter toward Xiong Ti. Her waist swayed sinuously from side to side, making her look like a bewitching fox or a sleek, venomous snake.

According to his maternal grandmother Fang Rui, when the family was going through its hardest times back then, aside from Su Chunlu, the only person who offered assistance was Su Yongfu. Because he was the sixth-born in his family, the villagers all called him "Old Six Su."

"Xuande, Xuande, Xuande—can we swap shifts? Look at how bitterly Yide has been having it on the western front. I heard some fellow from the Ma family showed up there a while ago and damn near beat him to death."

If Olaf could be considered a reckless brute before level six, then after reaching level six, the "brute" part of the description was no longer necessary.

The horses began to whinny uneasily, but Roger was clearly prepared for this. He gently raised a hand to cast a spell, and the mounts grew calm once again.

Chu Feng's mind was completely devoid of stray thoughts; he remembered only the instruction left by his senior, and swallowed the purple pellet in his palm in a single gulp.

"If you don't need it, you don't need it! Why the snarl? If you want to investigate, then get on with it! You just want to figure out whether I'm a prodigy or not, right? Let me tell you straight out now: I am not!" Lin淼 declared in a ringing voice.

The setting sun was about to dip below the horizon, the residual glow in the sky resembling blood. When the sun sank, night would fall, and once night had arrived, dawn could not be far behind.

The majesty of the Han Dynasty was swept away, reduced to nothingness. The sanctity and authority of the Son of Heaven had been discarded like a filthy rag, trampled upon at will by anyone—even right at the empire's nerve center, the capital, Guanzhong, and Luoyang were no exception.

The old man's face was brimming with hatred. He clenched his fists tight, resembling a wounded beast trapped in a snare. The outer corner of his right eyebrow was scraped raw, and a thin thread of blood slowly trickled down the edge of his eye. He uttered not a word, his broken teeth grinding slowly within his mouth.