Chapter 101: Taking Delight in Taming Men

Gu Shenshen looked at her coldly.

The only reason Sun Furong had been so easily taken away was that he knew her nature all too well. Back in school, she had never been one to obey the rules; most likely, her nature had never changed. She had actually dared to drink and drive, caring nothing at all for other people’s lives.

Sun Furong faintly caught the trace of mockery on Gu Shenshen’s face, and her legs nearly gave way beneath her.

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"Hey, hey, hey, are you really just going to leave like that?" Chu Qiutong whispered in Ye Xian’s ear.

So he steadied his mind once more, carefully using his spiritual sense to plow through the surrounding area again, but still found nothing.

"The experts of the Primeval and Ancient eras left all their karma in their own times. If they cross the boundaries of time to fight now, their power can never reach the peak they once had." Lu Lingmeng voiced the doubt in her heart.

Zhang Yuyang’s brows knit slightly. She had not expected him to know the Six Arts of the Confucians. These were not merely the six disciplines of the ancient Confucian school, but six supreme secret arts of extraordinary power. Any one of them, if mastered by an ordinary person, would be enough to make them invincible in the present age. Yet they were said to have been lost long ago; in today’s Confucian tradition, there might not even be a single complete art among the Six Arts.

But when the palm-force struck Ji Niankong, that sand-and-mud substance surged forth again and somehow blocked it once more. Even an advanced heaven-tier martial technique could not break through its defense.

At the very moment the third level collapsed, Xie Mu’s heart lurched as well. Yet he did not close his eyes. The lone bamboo in his hand flashed as he tried to raise a barrier, to put up the last defense. But he knew full well that under this level of collapse and pressure, he could not even hold on for a second.

The plane landed in the suburbs, and the Donghai branch had already sent a car to pick up Ye Xian. He took the car and headed for the university.

Seeing that it still had not taken down Cheng Tian, the ghostly mist grew even more frenzied, as if throwing itself into a desperate struggle. It let out a pained, low howl; its body actually shrank by a ring, yet the tentacles all around it multiplied ever more, nearly doubling in number from before.

Although she had asked Li Wanyi to keep it secret for her, she did not trust anyone else. She was just an ordinary classmate; whether in closeness or in prospects and background, she could not compare with Wei Qingchan.

Those immortal beings who wanted to take their place would do everything they could to contend with Chang Tianlong, Bai Tianran, and Hui Tianci.

Though the range was still enormous, it was far better than wandering around blind. The three exchanged a look and no longer kept entangling the others.

When they reached the vicinity of the Bird’s Nest Stadium, Wei Qingfan was still considering where to park when Li Wanyi’s phone rang.

Clearly, Li Shengqi had also heard some rumors about their discussion, though he had not really believed them.

One bottle of Ace of Spades after another was placed on the tabletop. One bottle, two bottles, until there was no longer room on the table and they began lining them up on the platform by the booth, yet more and more kept coming.

Then it pursed its lips in a smile, its hands forming seals with smug delight. In an instant, a silver spear appeared before me.

Shen Luqi’s target was the city; towns and villages were ignored, since the other side was unlikely to be there.

After sorting through these matters, Wei Qingfan thought over how to explain Jiang Qinghuai’s situation to Li Shuqing. After considering it, he first made a video call to Jiang Qinghuai.

As for the matter of cultivating a vulgar god, Zhou Bula had always found it baffling. Vulgar gods are hatched from the hidden contents of a body; regardless of rank, they are all juvenile forms and require nurturing, yet the game never explains clearly how that nurturing is to be done.

Later, things still did not quiet down. Using the memories of his grandfather, Yang Zi successively broke several mechanisms. Each one was extraordinarily dangerous, and the sheer number of these traps was terrifying. This vast castle was not an overstatement to call a city of mechanisms.

Lin Qian suddenly remembered that earlier, because she had heard her mother say she was going to invite Grandfather Fang to the estate, she had become so excited that she had even forgotten she was supposed to study with her tutor today. She had not even asked the tutor for leave before following her mother out.