Chapter 95: Succubus (3)

Like a mosquito net hanging down, the magical artifact completely blocked out the chaotic laughter and chatter of the three to four hundred cultivators who had come to offer their congratulations outside.

When they arrived at Ichigo Kurosaki’s room, he was sitting with his head bowed in deep thought, or rather, in stubborn dissatisfaction.

“Thank you, madam!” Roderick bravely accepted the conversation record copied by Zou Huimin and performed the formal salute reserved for the head of a family.

At that moment, two internal security guards emerged from the manager’s office inside the pawnshop. Both stood about 1.9 meters tall, the one on the left wearing a security badge on his chest. They were dressed in suits, but their muscular builds were clearly visible.

“How should we handle the War Wolf Group?” Yagyu Yarou found Takeshi Tengen’s words reasonable. One Zhao Zixuan posed little threat, but the War Wolf Group was a different matter. While the Yamaguchi-gumi could use modern firearms and ammunition against Zhao, the War Wolf Group could also counter with even more advanced modern weaponry.

After finishing the breakfast Ye Ruo had brought, Zhao Zixuan patted his stomach, realizing he had overeaten today.

Suddenly, a phone rang from the bushes, apparently unearthed by the earlier heat wave, and miraculously, it remained intact.

It must be understood that the Nascent Soul stage is a rare peak among cultivators, even more so on Earth, where spiritual energy is scarce.

Madam Xuan said she had never been a mother and didn’t understand the feelings of motherhood, but now she intended to learn how to be a good mother.

She turned her head to look out the window. Below, the courtyard was ablaze with lights like a city that never sleeps, and a stretched, luxurious Mercedes-Benz belonging to Yuli drove in.

“Enough with the nonsense, get lost now.” Qin Yan released his hand and gave a forceful shake, instantly throwing the man out.

However, it seemed that the high priest who discovered the skeleton was not very skilled—at best, his painting was at a kindergarten’s level. Fortunately, to emphasize the god’s grandeur, the skeleton was depicted larger than life, so the finer details were still somewhat visible.

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“I don’t know.” She had mostly operated in Korea before, and Long Xuan had always assumed she was Korean. Later, she mentioned training deep in the mountains of Mount Changbai, which lies on the border between the Dragon Kingdom and Korea. She might be Korean—or might be from the Dragon Kingdom.

Behind these demon gods stood countless terrifying demon lords, baring their teeth and glaring fiercely at Kong Xuan and Elai.

But at that moment, the surrounding sand and soil surged forward, instantly covering them and sealing everything from their chests down.

“Why are you helping me?” Qin Yan asked in surprise. Even if Dugu Baichen had let go of his hatred, he wouldn’t help him, right? After all, their grudge ran deep—his entire family had been slaughtered.

The three had just faced a mutated snow leopard and knew how terrifying it was. Now, a godly figure capable of single-handedly fighting two snow leopards and tearing one apart alive had appeared. Such a terrifying presence—who could not feel fear?

Fugaku sneered disdainfully—not because he looked down on Mito Monen, but because with his current strength, even without the Sharingan, he could make Mito Monen doubt his own existence.

Silently glancing at Mufeng, the expression of the Underworld Emperor was clear to him. The emperor was looking at Mufeng, questioning the deeper meaning behind his words, but he had overthought it. Mufeng’s mind was simple—he just wanted to know what kind of pet the Underworld Emperor had.

In the underground city, atop the rooftop of an underground fortress, sat a man dressed in a black trench coat. His hair was purple, his face cold, aloof, and proud, exuding an aura of distance and rejection, like a king perched high above all.

Here, there were no noisy hawkers, only a sea of black heads—but these people were not buyers or merchants; they were the items being traded.

Lin Liang was speechless. He had just thought this senior brother was somewhat reliable, but his image instantly crumbled.

“It’s probably a bird.” Nan Feng spoke uncertainly. Most of his clues came from martial artists—mere hearsay—so without seeing it with his own eyes, it was hard to confirm.

Upon learning that Han Ke and the others were also going out to eat, Zhao Junhao eagerly invited them to join for lunch and mysteriously hinted to Han Ke that the ghost-catching master he hired had already arrived.

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Before long, at the end of the passageway, there was another door—different from the previous wooden door, this one was made of iron.

Chapter 66: Setting Off for the Deep Mountains

Mu Zifei bid farewell to Lei Buleilong and walked alone through the Qimo Mountain Range. Looking up at the bright moon, he recalled the first time he had drawn moonlight into his body here, when the moon was just as large and luminous as tonight.

Chapter 197: Glazed Fox

Returning to camp, Hong Lin helped Mu Zifei down, who then went to call Batulu for night watch. But before he could, Batulu was already awake, sitting mysteriously inside his tent.

“Brother, wait a moment. Don’t you find something strange about this matter?” Mu Zifei quietly asked Hong Lin.

“Always remember the teachings of the True Immortal.” Xi Yuan clasped his hands in salute and then turned to go downstairs.

Suddenly, Bi Xu Jing’s eyebrows furrowed as if sensing something; the light ahead shone more brightly than ever, illuminating a wider expanse of the sea.

Yue Longtian pondered deeply. With so many events, relying on Liu Hao and Lin Chenyu to carry the burden was unlikely. Fortunately, he had promised Liang Banghui to take the championship—not the grand slam—or else he would be in serious trouble.

Mortals have their own world, cultivators have theirs. Once a mortal steps into the realm of cultivators, there is no turning back.

By the way, who could stand seeing a face like that of a banished immortal suddenly smiling like a fool? As she thought this, she saw her beloved husband tenderly offering her a grape.