Chapter 124: The Secret Induction of Profound Thunder, Shaking the Heavens and Earth

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Jinzhou, below the Sanjiang Weir.
Three rivers converge here, their waters winding like jade ribbons through the mountains before gathering at the weir, where they plunge downward as nine jade-dragon waterfalls, cascading like the Milky Way—a breathtaking sight.
The Sanjiang Weir is built against the mountains at a dizzying height, standing several dozen feet above the plains below. The waterfalls hang like curtains, crashing into the deep pools beneath.
As the water churns, the sunlight refracts into a thousand rays of shimmering color.
However, Hu Yan knew in his heart that Fu Yun’s feelings for him went far beyond contempt; who knew what curses he might be hurling at him in his mind?
"If I do that, I won't be able to leave this room until tonight. I have work to do, so please, Master Tang the Fifth, stop bothering me. Thank you." With that, An Jin slammed the bathroom door shut.
A scream echoed as the Divine Messenger was flung away, crashing heavily onto a rock. His body convulsed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Frowning, she lowered her gaze. The unmistakable tent pitched against Lu Xiyang’s trousers came clearly into view.
"Ke Yuan has returned." Cen Mu’s expression was cold and distant; she hadn't expected him to come over this morning, and now, night had already fallen.

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To Qin Yixiao, Wen Qingcheng was that warm sun, helping him understand the meaning of his persistence in the entertainment industry.
Listening to Fat Meow chattering in her ear without giving her a chance to get a word in, Wen Qingcheng couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sky.
"You—I bring you takeout every single day, at the very least. How can you have the heart to do this?" Chu Xiange suddenly burst into a sobbing tone.
The Zhan Yue Sword is a divine artifact in its own right, the bane of both demonic and spirit cultivators; even the Demon King could not escape its reach.
Landing on the ground, Chu Yue tapped her foot and retreated a step, clutching her stomach with her free hand.
"Fine, Uncle, then you can at least tell me the unlock code for this phone, right?" Moses knew that if he could unlock it within a short time, he could unravel the secrets of the ultra-thin chip.
Qin Yue stood by the window, watching the figure of Huijue slowly disappear at the end of the long street, the coldness in her eyes impossible to hide.
"Since Sister wants to make rice, then I'll make rice too," Kuroko said upon hearing that Mikoto intended to cook.
This time, Crown Prince Grey was playing an offensive game against Fang Tianbao. He had come prepared. He realized that anyone capable of gravely wounding Black Skin in a matter of seconds must possess considerable strength.
There was no sunlight here, and the sanitary conditions were poor. Thus, almost every worker crammed into this dwelling shared a distinct trait after stepping outside: a deathly pale complexion, making them look like patients suffering from anemia.

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After giving his instructions, Liu Han stepped out. He did not let the two see him off; instead, he kept turning back at the doorway to thank them, his attitude humble and deferential.
The miniskirt was so short that when she stood up, her entire thigh was exposed. She adjusted the skirt back into place with a casual flick. Then, with the rhythmic clicking of high heels, she strolled over to Zhang Erfa.
Xiao Yao’s sword energy, however, could only be released after condensing his internal force, and he still struggled to control the force of the discharge. He certainly hadn't mastered such precision yet. It seemed this person’s martial arts cultivation was no less than his own.
By then, Zhen Ming had already retreated over a dozen paces away. The moment Shen Le’s wounds began to heal, he instinctively sensed a grave danger.
The obsession of the Sword Sect’s founder had imbued this blade with a unique charm and spirituality found nowhere else in the world.
"Wen Lian, you won't be triumphant for long! Just you wait!" Pei Xuerou screamed from her cell, filled with resentment.
After their intimacy, the two drifted into sleep, though even in slumber, Qin Yongqi held Duan Linglong tightly in his arms.
Feng Aijuan couldn't be bothered to explain; she simply pretended not to hear, pulling Wei Lili toward a restaurant. Yet, in her heart, she was still dwelling on that matter—though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she still felt a sense of panic, wondering what the final outcome would be.