"No way!"
"Two-thirds of the territory? Then the Nine Realms wouldn't even be the Nine Realms anymore," Elder Zhen said with a grim expression.
"You'll change your minds."
Bai Jun smiled faintly, the Nine Realms Compendium in his hand turning to ashes. With a wave of his hand, a powerful force surged forth.
Elder Zhen and the others on the spirit boat immediately felt an irresistible force pushing them off the vessel.
After landing, a voice echoed in their minds.
"I'll be waiting for you to come find me next time!"
The voice was filled with overwhelming confidence.
"Damn it!"
Chen Xian and the others had dark expressions, their fists clenched tightly, their faces filled with unwillingness.
"Elder Zhen, what should we do now?"
Xiong Tian couldn't help but ask.
"Let's return to the alliance headquarters first," Elder Zhen said, looking utterly exhausted as he led the group away, their spirits broken...
Dark Shadow Island.
Yi Feng, who was active at night and dormant during the day, had no interest in dealing with anything else.
In the courtyard.
A jar of medicinal wine sat on the windowsill, completely ignored.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Four heads peeked out from the crack in the door.
"Ba-ba-ba-ba..."
Inside the wine jar, a skull's jaw moved up and down, clearly excited.
Seeing this, the four troublemakers quietly slipped inside.
"Shh!"
The dog raised a paw, signaling to the others with a glance.
The rest nodded and followed the dog to the side of the wine jar.
"What do we do, Dog Bro?"
Night Wind Centipede whispered.
"We need to figure out how to get Bro out of the wine jar!" the dog said with a serious expression.
"But how?"
Night Wind Centipede couldn't help but ask.
"How about we smash the jar?" milk suggested naively.
"Smash your sister!"
The dog jumped up and gave milk a sharp knock on the head.
"What are you thinking? This is a jar our master made himself. If you break it, do you have a death wish?"
"Besides, could you even break it?"
The dog scolded.
"Bro, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" milk scratched his head, laughing awkwardly.
"Alright, alright. There's no way we can pull Bro out right under the master's nose. The only option is to take the whole jar and sneak away with it."
The dog whispered, using both paws to lift the jar. Standing on his hind legs, he tiptoed out of the courtyard.
"Let's go, hurry!"
Once outside, the four of them bolted.
"Where to, Dog Bro?"
Spirit King, scouting ahead, called out.
"Doesn't matter where, just get as far away as possible first."
"Got it."
The group flew off, not even knowing how far they'd gone, until they arrived at a desolate wasteland.
"This place is good. Let's stop here."
The dog quickly called out, then set the jar down. The four of them gathered around, brainstorming.
"I'll try to pull him out."
The dog gritted his teeth, reaching his paw into the jar and trying to lift the skull out.
But the skull was just the right size to fit the jar's opening. With the dog's paws in the way, it was impossible to pull it out.
After much effort, the dog gave up, sweating profusely.
"Bro, there's only one way now," Night Wind Centipede said. "We have to pour out the master's wine first, then we can tip the jar to get Bro out."
"Great idea!"
The dog snapped his fingers, and the group got to work, pouring out the wine.
Soon, the air around the wasteland was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol.
"Hmph, this dump has nothing interesting at all."
Not far away, Zhao Gu casually killed two passing cultivators before flying off, his face filled with impatience.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered.
A strong scent of wine reached his nose.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
