You can tell true expertise the moment a master takes action.

"Who are you?" Sasha narrowed her eyes slightly.

She looked familiar, yet not so familiar.

"Stepsister, I am Rose Liu, the one abandoned by her own mother, who bore scandal for you," Rose Liu replied with a smile, her lips curving into a cold, thin arc.

No wonder they didn't recognize her!

She had been eating and sleeping well every day, nourished by spiritual spring water. Her skin and demeanor had improved greatly; she was no longer the unwanted burden they remembered...

At present—

The four supreme immortals still vying for the medicine were clearly desperate for the Ninefold Imperial Pill. Perhaps they didn’t need its power to rebuild their bodies or condense their souls, but as an eighth-grade immortal pill, it still held other valuable effects.

The Berserk Blade Warrior suffered another heavy blow. Only 5,325 drops of blood remained. I licked my lips. The Frost Aura skill activated. If the Berserk Blade Warrior was frozen by the Frost Aura, his fate was sealed.

Chu Feng nodded, walked over, and embraced Jingjing, who was happily drinking. "We should go, darling," he said.

The roadside was lined with shops—not ordinary shops, but ones specially catering to cultivators, designed to profit from their needs.

"We couldn't manage it; do you, a mere mortal, think you can?" There were always those who looked down on others and mocked.

Pei Wufu's words sent a warm current through Pei Donglai's heart. He couldn't help but turn to look at Pei Wufu.

An Lingxi laughed lightly. "That puts my mind at ease." After walking nearly five minutes, we arrived at a lava field, much like the place where the Fire Elemental once lived.

An Lingxi and I immediately moved to the first floor. Before us stood several skeletons clad in rusty armor. I appraised them.

No one knew what price the Gurus paid to recapture the hound beast, nor what it took to develop that protective device and fasten it onto the creature.

Recently, Simon tried to buy back the director contract he’d once tied up with Disney, but Michael Eisner refused. Still, the two sides reached an agreement: Simon could finish his current project and then fulfill his contract with Disney.

"Alright, enough thinking. Let's eat first," Chu Haoran hurriedly ushered them to the dining table, afraid they’d keep pestering him for details.

With each sniff, her complexion brightened a little more. The innate ones could only stand by, swallowing their envy, for the aroma was simply irresistible.

In truth, hastily producing these three so-called martial techniques was a last resort. With the Martial Hall about to be established, Hong Xiang had little quality material to attract people.

"Oh dear!" The collision was quite something—not only were the table, chairs, and plates destroyed, but even the burly bald man ended up sprawled on his back, cold and hot dishes spilling all over him.

Hao Tian listened and pondered, his expression shifting between light and shadow. "How can I find this invisible person?" he finally asked, after much deliberation.

He knew the army was about to set out, and time was precious; he dared not waste it, afraid to fail those who trusted him.

Gazing at the boundless blue sea, Wan Qing felt a sudden nostalgia and wanted to write to Senior Brother Qing. When he returned to the Journey to the West world, he vowed to visit the South Sea Dragon Palace and enjoy himself.

Liu Mang looked at his team—once a lineup with some realized talent, now brimming with potential—and was quite expectant.

The Demon King Hacker stared intently at the Blackhorn Dagger in Lu Zhan's hand. It saw spiritual energy swirling and flowing inside, flames wrapping around the aura, tempering the dagger.

After half a day's journey, the main road was almost deserted. Because they were near the beast forest, ordinary people rarely ventured far from the city; only those with cultivation dared leave its safety.