105. The Immortal Pats My Head, Part Three

“The Demon King is indeed cunning!” The Celestial Emperor smiled faintly. Shao Jiang immediately understood—there is a distinction between immortals and demons. Although a demon can ascend to become an immortal, their cultivation levels still differ. If the Demon Lord were to cultivate in this manner, the short-term gains would be great, but the long-term consequences would be endless. Having the powers of immortals, demons, and demons within one body would cause them to clash against each other.

At that moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he eagerly ran over to the table where Qin Mu and the others sat.

It sounded pleasant, but even they had only managed to secure a room with great difficulty from Zheng Feng.

“So many?” Shao Jiang’s mouth opened in surprise. The immortal bones numbered just over two hundred, but there were so many dragon bones! Yet, thinking about it, since a dragon was so large, having extra bones was normal. However, with so many dragon bones scattered about, how could one possibly find them all?

Slippers lay here and there, several cushions were scattered on the floor, a wine glass tipped over the tea table, and the wine bottle was already empty.

Chu Xuan had observed carefully during the day and vaguely felt that the two girls who had spoken with him must have some cultivation. Yet, they seemed to be wearing something that concealed their true power, making it impossible for him to detect.

On the day of the ceremony, Su Haochen inexplicably brought Su Xintang along, and the implication was unmistakable. No one knew what feelings filled Su Xintang’s heart as she knelt and kowtowed to Chu Xuan with the others.

“Do you mean that the disciples of the sect eat spiritual herbs every day? That is, the entire vegetable garden is planted with spiritual herbs?” Chu Xuan’s worldview was shaken.

Yet, that was the truth. Despite Star Dust’s appearance, his strength was terrifyingly formidable.

Although Jian Rushi had doubts about Lin Chen, the image of the nameless figure lingered deeply in her mind. From every perspective, the Lin Chen before her was far from the nameless figure she had imagined.

A strange atmosphere began to spread in Classroom 3-3. Many people felt mentally foggy, yet no cause could be found.

After Bai Shiqiu clicked to end the video call, beneath him were... Qianqian and Yaya.

She knew that at that moment, Li Qinglian was making her final effort, striving with all her might to take that last step.

The Jianmu Tree had fully recovered, and Li Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief. The branches swayed gently, scattering shimmering droplets of light rain, each drop containing astonishing vitality.

Following Zhang Yi to the slums, Du Han was somewhat puzzled—not because he looked down on such places, for he had himself come from there once.

It was the first time she had spoken so much to anyone other than her brother, as if Li Qinglian sensed her thoughts.

The Great Immortal looked calmly at Old Chen, his gaze steady and tone measured. The others, however, stared at the two in shock.

Li Qinglian, with only a first-level soul fusion, relied on her body’s transformation into a dragon, fiercely matching Ling Yuan in battle without losing ground.

The silent “melon knife” struck Yi Yan’s left shoulder. The armor on his shoulder did not shatter like it had under the mighty Thunder God’s Golden Blade but bore a crack from the blow, showing the silent attacker’s formidable strength.

“Kill them! Take all their belongings...” A command came from the hillside, and the gunfire intensified. Bullets rained down on Zheng Zha and his two companions, forcing them to scatter and evade. The elevated firing position suppressed them, preventing them from raising their heads.

If it were not for the man sitting in the very center of the Ye family hall at that moment, Qiu Shaoze would never have believed it was Ye Shuo.

This was... her embrace! She did not doubt his words nor treat him like a monster but held him tightly with her arms.

Han Ziye’s pupils contracted as he stared intently at Han Lianyi. How had she been captured by Kong Zhixuan? Slowly, Han Ziye turned his gaze toward Ying—he was, in fact, a follower of Kong Zhixuan.

A turbulent season, filled with the ominous feeling of impending storm, even the heavens darkened accordingly.

The Moon Pursuer raised his head, gazing curiously at the white shadow flickering through the air, a strange, eerie smile spreading across his lips.

Han Lianyi shook her head, feeling comfortable with Lian Shuo’s naturally casual demeanor, free from any stiffness.

Lei Li watched as Yi Yan indeed drew his bow and shot arrows toward Zi Ning and the others. With a roar, he swung the Thunder God’s Golden Blade, cleaving through the sky like a bolt of lightning, striking Yi Yan’s back with a fierce blaze.

Mu Enxi puckered her lips, a teasing expression on her face. Rather than lying now and having to cover it up later with a hundred more lies, it was better to tell the truth outright. The best defense was to mix truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.

Many shook their heads as they witnessed Chu Zhantian’s overwhelming punch slam into Lin Feng’s chest.

However, it was already too late then. Their entire class of fifteen had been completely trapped in the enemy’s kill zone. One comrade after another fell beside them, the scene bloodied and terrifying, the twisted enemy monstrous and frightful.

Those formulas in his hand had all been concocted by his old man from unknown sources. Lin Hao dared not recklessly pretend or show off.

When Lin Feng spoke, everyone in the great hall was stunned, then many burst into laughter.

How to handle the affairs of the Heavenly Demon Sect could be discussed later, but since so many experts had been gathered here, now was truly the perfect chance to eliminate the Spirit River God of Ling.