Chapter 39

Upon hearing this, the snake demon immediately knelt before Ren Yuandao and said, "I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, Master!" With that, he bowed his head heavily against the ground.

The wind brushed against Qin Dong’s face, and she stretched out her hand to enjoy the breeze with a sense of contentment. This was her first time riding in a horse-drawn carriage, and she found it quite novel. Her long, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly as she curled up by the window, resting her head like a cat.

Even so, Han Feng persisted in dragging his exhausted, sleep-deprived body across the sea. His pace was agonizingly slow, and everywhere he stepped, a layer of ice formed on the water’s surface. Unbeknownst to him, this ice had already stretched for a great distance.

Linglong, hearing this, turned around and glared at Bai Yan before taking Xi'er from him. She ignored him thereafter, finding it truly impossible to win an argument against him.

The situation on the Southern Yan border was critical. Neither she nor Brother Zhao Yun could afford any delays; the only course of action now was to pacify the Prince of Ding first.

Lan, standing to the side, offered a smile. She possessed an innate aristocratic air, and even dressed in such a manner, she looked entirely appropriate.

"Keep an eye on him; I am going to prepare breakfast for you all," Linglong said before departing on her own.

Di Jun immediately bowed respectfully to Kunpeng, his expression filled with astonishment, as he had not expected Kunpeng to descend upon Tang Valley so suddenly.

Bambietta took a deep breath. She was absolutely furious; she was the one who usually teased others, so when had she ever been teased herself?

"What do you think you’re doing? I’ve already called the police! If you dare to act recklessly, prepare for prison!" Du Xiyao shouted, her face stern and serious.

His dharma manifestation was black—a severed city gate tower of the Fengdu Ghost City, wreathed in gloomy, netherworldly black mist. It was chilling and eerie, with the sounds of grievances and ghostly wails echoing between heaven and earth. Moreover, the higher the cultivation level—especially for those on the list of the hundred venerables at the Zhulu Plain city gates—the more deafening the sounds of the ghost city became.

"We couldn't possibly! This fellow Daoist not only saved our lives but also captured this Iron Corpse. This is your achievement, how could we dare to claim credit?" Though they were overjoyed inside, Wang Heyi and his two companions acted as if they could not accept rewards they hadn't earned, waving their hands repeatedly and refusing to accept anything.

After purchasing a complete peak-level map, all known regions—excluding the unentered map instances and wild zones—were divided into two colors, with gold representing neutrality.

Instead, he focused on building a mausoleum for the old king. The location chosen for the mausoleum was also strange: it was situated right in front of the mass grave pit from years ago. Once the old king’s mausoleum was completed according to the arrangements of the yin-yang master...

My heart leaped into my throat. If we were truly subjected to a search, we would undoubtedly be exposed. I steeled myself, prepared to burn my bridges and force my way in to take Qingqing out by any means necessary.

Moreover, his popularity across the entire internet was quite high. Those who retweeted his Weibo were, on one hand, helping him advertise, and on the other, riding the wave of his trending status.

Sensing that the Heavenly Mechanism Disk had lost its ability to bridge the two realms, Diwu Ce finally showed signs of panic. In his vision, Yuan Tiangang’s cyan figure transformed into lightning from all directions, striking down at him as he had nowhere left to hide.

Zhao Yuanchang was, after all, an outer sect elder of the Daoist Gate, possessing immense wealth and at least one life-saving treasure. The shattered golden light was something he had exchanged for within the sect; it had been hidden within his skull and erupted when he faced a fatal threat.

Everyone hurriedly tucked away the homework samples they were copying, each putting on an expression of diligently working on their assignments.

"Old Min, it’s just four lives; why the heavy sighing?" Suddenly, an discordant voice rang out.

Firstly, the dark shadow that was supposed to meet with Zhou Hao today could appear at any moment; secondly, based on Zhou Hao’s attitude just now, even if he were woken up, no useful information would be obtained.

Perhaps due to his injuries, he had disappeared for slightly longer than last time, which was why the scene of Li Yuanbai being chased by the illusionary Earth Tribulation had occurred.

Amidst the dissipating residual light, Bai Fei faintly caught sight of words like "Great Perfection Baseball Fist," "Ice Sculpture Breaking," and "Remolding Technique," which were clearly the secrets contained within those boxes.

Ling Shi, however, struck out with a palm in a near-mad frenzy, landing squarely on the wound that had not yet fully healed on Lei Yan.

While everyone was feeling bewildered, Gongsun Liang suddenly let out a wild roar, collapsed to the ground, kicked his legs a few times, and immediately fell into a faint, with white foam spilling from his mouth.

The star-gazing platform is twenty meters high. If an object is dropped from the top, how long does it take to reach the ground?

In the courtyard outside the window, a loquat tree had not bloomed or borne fruit for many years, living all alone in the yard. It stood quietly amidst the flowing years of wind and moon, sprouting green leaves in the spring and shedding them in the winter.

These days, even though she was only drifting in and out of consciousness, she knew everything Feng Liren had sacrificed for her.

He had a handsome and noble appearance, with a deep and reserved expression. His aura was naturally aristocratic and piercing, and his brows carried a cold, indifferent, and highly oppressive presence.

Fu Chenzhou took out his phone and realized that at some point it had been set to silent; there was a WeChat message from Gu Jin.

"Not bad, though it doesn't seem to be our local cuisine." Nan Xing had already tasted it; it was a Sichuan-style restaurant.

Jiang Tao walked directly to the bedside and sat down. Seeing this, Wei Jing knew she had something to tell him, so he sat quietly in a chair, waiting for her to speak first.

The news of Shen Nanyang’s imminent return filled the Shen household with joy. Life was getting better, and time was passing, bit by bit.

Pei Xiyao’s telekinetic power extended, and with a grip of her hand, a blade of light flashed, piercing the heart of the Thunder Roc.

"No, you did better than them!" Wei Jingchen’s unintentional remark caused the luster to return to Wei Junfu’s previously dim eyes.

Now, one of its thunder-lightning wings had a bloody gash torn into it, as if it were about to be ripped out at the root.

After speaking, he checked the condition of Uncle Pei and the others, especially Uncle Pei, who had already begun to show symptoms of a flushed face and cold, clammy limbs.

Instantly, blood covered his entire face, and under the washing of the rain, the bloodstains became mottled, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

"Since he knew the cursed necklace was buried in the main hall, and he also knew it was an item possessing cursed powers, why didn't he take the necklace out?" Zhao Xin frowned, deep suspicion showing in her eyes.