Chapter 90: Spirits and Demons (22)

Although she was not as beautiful as Su Yunting or as imposing as Bai Xinyue, she had a charm all her own.

It was obvious that Madam Zhang was now living in utter destitution, without money or a car, and perhaps even this house was rented.

And yet, in such a short time, she had somehow enchanted Gu Shiyan, Gu Jixi, and Gu Ziheng, binding all three brothers to her with such unwavering devotion.

At first she had wanted to pull out the battery’s power line directly. But the vehicle was moving at high speed, and there was a chance it would crash into something ahead.

The great general of the rolling curtain intoned a Buddhist prayer, and the nine bone giants seemed to grow even more powerful in an instant, charging together toward Sun Wukong.

The plump elder nodded, and was about to say more when he was cut off by the black-armored soldier.

Hamster Pudding, upon hearing this, hurriedly cast two healing skills on Ding Ye, finally bringing his health back into the safe range.

Gu Shiyan’s steps, beyond his control, moved toward that place, drawing ever closer to the city gate. Just as he lifted his foot and was about to enter,

Jiang Yuan gave a cold smile. With a command in his heart, the ten strange beasts beside him suddenly soared into the sky and smashed down upon the enemies of the three sects below.

Gu Shounuo had originally been startled by his own thought. He actually felt that the black cat in his own home was no ordinary creature.

“Because Professor Lin said for me to come meet you, so I came early and waited!” Blue Butterfly was now speaking with courtesy and grace, utterly unlike her earlier self.

“If only my clansmen possessed even a little of this elegance, they would not have had to spend their lives in such barren and wicked lands...” Emperor Hong Taiji said sorrowfully.

“Nothing much. I probably twisted it. I’ll be fine after some rest.” Han Xue shook off the support of a male dance partner. The man’s concerned gaze followed her the whole time, but knowing her stubborn pride, he could only hold himself back from going after her. “I’ll go get some medicinal oil,” he muttered, and walked out.

“Forget it. I’m already tired from fighting. Let them do whatever they want. I don’t feel like dealing with it anymore.” Lin Ming leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand, and switched to another channel.

Seeing Qin Yan’s hand resting on her shoulder, the stubbornness in Chu Ximeng’s eyes faded somewhat, and a trace of tenderness surfaced. Yet that softness vanished in an instant, replaced by despair.

There is no team that wins forever, of course, but the scouting of pre-match intelligence will always continue.

She dragged her luggage along in a sway, swayed through the boarding line, and then swayed again as she searched for her seat by comparing the number on her ticket.

At the sight of this, the entire crowd of one hundred thousand spectators became excited. Among the thirty prefectures of the southern region of Zhongzhou, the younger generation’s strength and talent were among the weakest across the three thousand prefectures of Western Chu. For countless years, no one had been able to step into Sword Spirit in their youth.

With a smile, I said, “Your Highness and Sister Lianbi are both here. Wei’er was remiss in failing to greet you earlier.” As I spoke, I bowed to them.

After Chu Bing settled Yue Qi, he suddenly remembered something and hurried out as well. The moment the door closed, Yue Qi opened his eyes.

He saw the plump man resting his chin in his hand, the bandaged leg crossed over the other, lying on the bed opposite like a reclining Buddha as he looked at him.

One must know that every cultivator who could break into the Boneyard Forbidden Zone was a terrifying existence at or above the sixth heaven of the Supreme Realm. Yet even a provincial overlord, one who ruled over an entire region, had been forced back by the clash between Yu Lei Zi and Lu Feng. One could imagine how horrifying that strike had been.

Liu, the prefectural governor, was stunned. Sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. How could he have forgotten? This woman had always acted without restraint and dared to deal with anyone; even the backers behind his own backers did not dare provoke her. And he had actually dared to show her a sour face. He truly was tired of living.

Entering Yang Jiuyang’s room, Mao Zheng saw that the Ninth Master was seated cross-legged on the bed, regulating the immortal power within his body.

The few of them understood. Since their attempt to win over Jing Ju had failed, would it not be even better to rely on the man who had beaten Jing Ju?

“If Marquis Yuan were to hand Hebei over to the eldest young master, while my young master holds heavy troops, I wonder...” Jiang Gan did not finish.

Under Feng Zhi’s burning gaze, Ning Ziyan ultimately repeated his speculation once more.

No one knew why, but after bottling it up for a whole month, in just this brief moment, she felt as though she had been set free.

It was said that when the Phoenix Grove family was first founded, the first head of the clan forged ten secret command arrows, intended for the exceptional recruitment of disciples with outstanding talent.

The Second Imperial Brother had only asked him about Brother Yizhuo; he had never told him that he liked Brother Yizhuo.

The Yin-Yang Sect was indeed the strongest of all at present, and second only to it should be the Daoist Sect. The Daoist Sect was not much of a threat, but the Yin-Yang Sect was different—so powerful it inspired fear.

Inside, a huge rattan bed was embedded in one wall, about two meters above the floor. Beneath the bed stood a long rectangular wooden table, with cabinets for storing things around it. On either side of the table were two long iron-backed chairs covered in woven rattan, precisely the same length as the table.

An astonishing thing then happened: from a distance, the phantom formed by the Four Symbols Shattering Condensation possessed far greater power than that qilin-like demon beast.

To strengthen the five viscera and six bowels, to bring them to the point where they could transform, one should gather the essence of the entire ingredient into the organs, forming six dish-spirits that would separately fortify the eater’s internal organs and entrails.

Straight ahead, both Emperor Yin Jinghuan on the dragon throne and Shang Yunxing beside him changed expression.

There is an old saying: “Advise others to be magnanimous and you may be struck by lightning.” But perhaps I was simply born to be struck by lightning. Looking at the aged face of Zheng Jia’s grandfather, I felt heartfelt tenderness for him.

At that moment, the referees on both sides signaled that the match could begin. As the referee’s gesture fell, the contestants from both sides instantly released their martial souls and assumed battle stances.

Hidden in the shadows, Ye Baihe recorded everything. Right now she was delighted; if she had not spoken with Gu Muxue on the phone, she would never have seen such an exciting scene.

Now, in Shang Yixin’s view, the reason he was about to lose this money tree was mostly Xu Zhifeng’s fault. Thus in the days to come, Shang Yixin would certainly throw all his energy into dealing with Xu Zhifeng.

It seemed that after their “vanguard” had been defeated, the husband and wife had no choice but to go into battle themselves.

With Tang Hao’s strength as a titled Douluo, if he were to obtain the Nine Trials of the Sea God, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Two enormous wings, as if alive, stretched all the way to Lin Mu’s proudly uplifted curve.

Of course, Yang Qianye was delicate and noble, a princess of the former Sui dynasty and leader of the “rebel army.” It did not seem that she necessarily needed to take on the role of assassin herself; she could easily have arranged for someone else to do it.