103 An Immortal Bestows a Blessing

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The town’s family supported a rarer kind of sorcerer, one skilled in curse magic. Just a glance from Lu Bu at the other’s disheveled appearance—the wrinkled wizard’s hat and the dirt-hidden face lurking in shadows—was enough to make him feel somewhat disgusted.

After she finished viewing all the paintings, she took a long, deep breath; her expression had grown serious.

“Though it’s hard to sell, the ‘debt’ must be sold, don’t you think?” After chatting with an old colleague for a while, Zhang Mei felt more at ease, no longer as irritable as before, her tone much calmer.

Some time ago, when Yun Qingzhi was heartbroken, Que Jinyu took her out to clear her mind. The entire Jin royal mansion was deeply grateful to Que Jinyu, repeatedly clasping his hands and expressing their thanks.

Places like Cartier were familiar to her, having been there with her parents, so she wasn’t intimidated.

Her father had always opposed her becoming a livestreamer, leading to a fierce argument. If she couldn’t become a streamer and asked him for money, wouldn’t he mock her endlessly?

If she didn’t dress up properly before going out, it might reveal some hidden secrets.

Many appearances lack objective evaluation; no one is truly hideous. Not everyone is a star, nor does everyone possess an almost perfect face.

The waiter continued serving dishes, while An Xiazhi pulled out her phone and tapped on the keyboard a few times. Soon, a blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty arrived.

Though neither King Fu Han Xiaowu nor the Golden Brick Hotel had been patronized by her, she’d passed by their entrances several times and had heard much about them; they were the two most upscale hotels in Anhai. The “Golden Brick Hotel,” dubbed the “Tycoon Gold” by locals, was regarded as a city landmark. Seeing them bantering, Han Xiaowu simply smiled without speaking.

When Xu Yuqin woke up, she instinctively patted the spot beside her. Finding it empty, she turned to look and suddenly realized something.

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Overall, everyone was very satisfied with the recovery. Zhen Long and his family expressed their gratitude to the dazed Elder Zeng and Zeng Zhi. Zeng Zhi was initially delighted; after all, this was the first injured person he had healed entirely on his own. But when Zhen Long’s group was truly about to leave, Zeng Zhi became hesitant again, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

The supervisor half-believed it and slipped the money into his pocket, muttering a thank you. Yes, he looked down on the Chinese, but no one was foolish enough to refuse money.

No, there was still a glimmer of hope! Juan looked at Zhen Long. As long as the translator kept quiet, the nouveau riche boss definitely wouldn’t know! Right—he truly didn’t know; otherwise, why would he still be grinning so cheerfully?

Rosalia was still sound asleep in the room. Zhen Long didn’t want to disturb her, and with nothing else to do, he decided to go out for a run to stretch his legs.

An elderly man with white hair arrived first, carrying a two-meter-long greatsword. With a single stroke, he split the iron gate barring the way in two.

“You must call me brother,” shamelessly declared the old rogue who had lived for countless millennia, handing a glass of milk to a child passing by. Over these days, he had grown fond of spending time with these kids.

After a good cry, she slept soundly and woke feeling refreshed.

After returning to school, Liang Tuan often found himself reflecting like this. He felt some resentment; Ji Qi was not warmer toward him but rather seemed distant. Yet the daily doses of “clear-heart pills” were like an iron rule he had to follow.

Yi Zhi soared higher, gradually closing in, swinging her long sword more fiercely. Just when everyone thought they would clash and tremble in close combat, her figure vanished into thin air. In an instant, beyond the dark red sword rain, a golden-red silhouette flashed past. The red rain moved swiftly, pursuing the fleeing Asura who fell behind.

Tong Tian, staring in the direction where Wu Shisan disappeared, pointed the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords forward and shouted sternly, “Wu Shisan, Tong Tian swears eternal enmity with you. Return my Yunxiao disciple’s life!” His figure transformed into a bolt of lightning as he pursued toward the Beiju Luzhou direction.

The appearance of the walking corpses was mysterious but likely linked to the palace’s collapse. To Lin Yi, the fact that cultivators had become walking corpses must have been the work of true demons. However, he had yet to find the real cause. Moreover, these corpses were obviously hostile to any cultivator entering this place.

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“At this moment, the two hundred thousand heavenly soldiers of the Celestial Court have withdrawn. Brothers, what are your plans?” spoke the Yellow-Robed Monster first.

Invincible frowned slightly and casually flicked his hand. The blood-red flames in his palm fell onto a subordinate demon of Kampu.

Killing was a momentary impulse, not a lasting state. Under killing, endless blood debts arose, but those were causes, not effects. Just as seen on Tianjiang Star, destroying a star’s cultivators meant destroying a star’s life forms. Was that wrong? In terms of justice, certainly not. Yet, destroying the star’s spirits to protect a domain’s peace—what wrong was there?

Ye Xin remained skeptical. “Really?” She listened carefully but still heard nothing.

At that moment, Cang felt a profound tranquility. Decades of arduous character creation on Xuanmu Island and millennia of difficult heart refining seemed compressed into a withered leaf in his mind, drifting away with the autumn wind. It no longer concerned him. Separation felt so distant.

Yi Zhi raised his spear and shouted, “Qianshan Ridge connects to the wilderness forest and belongs to my king’s territory. All affairs here have long been entrusted to me by the father king. Since I promised the local alien tribes, I will not go back on my word. If you want to accuse me of treason, don’t forget you’re not the only one with a voice.”

“But Mayor Luo personally gave these instructions. If we don’t make this a model district, it will be troublesome to face criticism later,” You Zhuanding spoke more gently, but his tone showed no retreat, nor did it indicate any intention to heed Zhao Zhengce’s advice.

Nie Shao glanced at him. He had no desire to cause trouble, but Du Yun was deliberately provoking him, which was truly hateful. “Sorry, young master, the two of us have other matters and no time to play with you here.” His voice was filled with sarcasm— not everyone was as bored as you, the great young master Du Yun.