White Crane Feather Cloak

Countless rays of white light burst forth, scattering like fireworks, resembling white cotton fluffs or snowflakes filling the sky. After the explosive momentum spent itself, they drifted down leisurely.

"Leader, you and Young Master Zhongli have returned. Did you discover any useful information outside?" Ji Yangqiu stepped forward to inquire.

In these days of exile, family bonds mattered above all else. Especially his delicate and pitiful younger sister, who weighed heavily on Nangong Yan's mind.

"Killing monsters without leveling up... This game doesn't have a level system, isn't that bizarre?" I muttered as I entered the guild room. True to expectation, no one was inside; they had only been online yesterday to avoid me while discussing an offline gathering.

Tian Tou had long been eagerly yearning for Young Master Brother Zimo to come up and carry her down. The sight of her clinging to the young master's back as they soared down the mountain was truly captivating.

Another round of earth-shattering, thunderous explosions erupted, sounding as if a violent thunderbolt had detonated right between the two of them.

You Mingyuan flicked a slender silver shuttle from his sleeve. It grew rapidly against the wind and landed in the open clearing. A doorway opened in the middle of the shuttle, and he motioned for the ten trial disciples to enter in single file. Standing in the middle of the procession, Yi Xuan caught Jiang Banlian's gaze, winked at her, and followed the crowd into the shuttle.

Seeing Fang Chier enter the house, Zhou Yu silently began to clear away the bowls and chopsticks, leaving Zuo Jun aside without paying her any mind.

"Those who follow different paths cannot make plans together! Mortals and cultivators alike are all living, breathing lives; there is no distinction of high or low, noble or base..." Master Jingxuan replied with a deeply sorrowful expression.

This merely gave him an additional reason to continue his investigation; it could not alter his original plan.

Of course, aside from the fact that he enjoyed good personal relationships with the upper echelons of the Heavenly Heart Legion, Xiao Cheng also valued his unwavering loyalty and his genuinely outstanding military command abilities.

Xu Ruogu also opened the jade bottle, sniffed it, and without caring whether the medicine had been tampered with, poured it straight out like tossing peanuts. He caught them with his open mouth, crunched down on them a few times like beans, and swallowed them into his stomach.

Because at that time, he too was doing things that onlookers would find annoying.

"Just a wanderer!" Tie Zheng mocked himself. He had long ago set a goal in his heart: once he could repair his spiritual bud and advance to the Star Origin realm, he would immediately set out to find the homeland of the six clans. That was his roots; he did not want to become a rootless duckweed drifting aimlessly.

"Well said, well said," Feng Ji said, pulling Yun Bing away. As the two walked outside, their divine senses remained lingering in the grand hall to eavesdrop on Tian Gua's words.

Hong Yunxie reached out with a grab, his overflowing vital energy forming a huge, fiery red palm that blotted out the sky, aiming to seize Xu Ruogu and his companion.

"Indeed, he has long since ceased to be one of us in Class Five." A fat, successful businessman who had just been speaking with great eloquence and grandeur now flashed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, his face flushing quite a bit.

Following close behind was Hongjun's angry curse, accompanied by a muffled thud of impact, and then the sound of hasty footsteps retreating backward.

Xu Ruogu muttered to himself, and taking advantage of the supervisor's inattention, he shoved the crystal stone straight into his mouth. The hard crystal stone, moistened by his saliva, instantly melted upon contact, turning into a cool, ice-water-like liquid that flowed down his throat, entered his internal organs, and diffused throughout his entire body. It left him feeling immensely comfortable, as if he had just received a massage.

As she went upstairs following Song Xiaodong, Qi Lanqin felt a faint, inexplicable nervousness and panic, but the moment she thought about how it was simply impossible for anything to happen between them right now, her heart settled down quite a bit.

Su Yun's hands were clenched tightly. On one side was her best friend, and on the other was being forced to marry someone she did not love; her heart was in extreme turmoil.

With her current cultivation realm at the Immortal Emperor stage, she was fully capable of returning to the Heavenly Pole Star. In Moxie's mind, even if Lin Yi could leave the Heavenly Pole Star, he could never escape the Heavenly Square Star Domain.

Recalling how she once dominated the cultivation world unchallenged, yet ultimately left behind not a single sect or lineage, only a few disciples who could barely be considered legitimate, she sighed.

She closed her eyes, listening to Qi Yanmo's pleasant voice narrating a story in a soft tone. However, she did not absorb the plot of the story at all; she only felt his voice echoing in her mind, gradually drifting her off into dreamland.

Although he spoke to Moxie with a panicked expression, I noticed his gaze flick toward the ground behind us.

Rong Yue could not help but admire Qiu Xuan. For a twenty-year-old young man today to be willing to practice cultivation with such bitter dedication was truly rare in this world. It was precisely this trait that made Rong Yue fall for Qiu Xuan; she admired ambitious people, especially someone like Qiu Xuan.

Because Ma Hongmei saw that Duan Lang did not know how to drink, she realized he was not an official in the political arena. By implication, this meant Duan Lang was not an undercover agent or the like—since he was not an enemy, he could surely become a lover. Thus, Ma Hongmei unleashed her eighteen gentle techniques upon Duan Lang, attempting to bring him under her sway.

This was also the exact reason why Tong Junxian was so confident about acquiring the Anping Security Company. Because the Anping Security Company I had just established had too shallow a foundation, it stood absolutely no chance in a direct competition with long-established security firms. Continuous losses would leave no other option besides bankruptcy or selling out.