What is the name of that Bodhi Immortal Lord?

As soon as Di Yunchen spoke, Tang Miaomiao’s hand froze. She was about to offer an explanation, but Di Yunchen left no room for it.

The vicious dog glared at her with fierce eyes, emitting low growls from its throat, warning Yan Tianyu not to approach.

Li Qi was as shocked as Dorgon. Upon hearing the news, he was momentarily stunned. How could this be? How did the Liberation Army suddenly emerge from the mountains to strike the Manchu grain transport convoy?

Jun Xi watched as Wen Mu ground the ink with such earnest care, finding the sight truly pleasing to the eye.

How could he not be furious that the person who should have died did not perish as he had expected?

Wu Sanbai and the other personal guards around Wu Sangui could no longer concern themselves with anything else. Knowing that the situation was lost, they realized that if they did not leave the battlefield now, they would never escape.

His dark eyes coldly sized up Ming Siye, and the Second Young Master Ming sensed Di Junxie in that very instant.

Feng Xue stepped forward, watching Jun Xi’s movements. "What are you preparing to do?" She was, after all, unable to suppress her curiosity.

Yun Mo reached out to light a cigarette. The cigarette held between his flawless fingers looked incredibly elegant.

Seeing Qin Liu appear, the beggar panicked and tried to flee, but there was nowhere to hide—the only exit was blocked by Qin Liu.

Previously, they had obtained the blueprints for the Treasure Ships from Zhu Di. Even they were shocked by the sheer scale of such massive vessels, but they had not expected the gentleman to provide the blueprints once more, which piqued their curiosity.

Most troublesome of all was the terrifying mental assault from the Succubus Overlord during their clash, which forced Su Xing to employ his elemental energy for defense.

"We haven't seen each other in such a long time; we must take a group photo, don't you think?" Mu Xiaozhong said with a flattering tone, already opening the camera function on his phone.

It had been this way since ancient times. Even if everyone knew it was a false prosperity, as long as it existed, it was considered prosperity.

Huang Ruyu kicked open the door and rushed in. He scanned the room and, seeing no sign of a gruesome corpse, let out a sigh of relief.

A guard spoke in a rush, his voice trembling with an unprecedented sense of agitation.

The Second Elder had delivered the news to Prince Yin before the Shadow Guards did. At the moment he received the report, Prince Yin’s eyes had still held a trace of suspicion, but as the Shadow Guards presented their findings, that doubt gradually vanished, replaced by praise for the Second Elder’s competence.

The man said that if we wished, we could buy these animals as pets, as they were all specially trained.

"Are you... Old Zhong’s student?" Elder Wu pondered as something occurred to him. Shen Qinghuan nodded, confirming his suspicion.

Ten cannonballs, each as thick as an adult man’s thigh, tore through the air with unstoppable momentum, hurtling toward Jiang Chen.

As the Ruyi Golden Cudgel swept across the sky, leaving behind endless flames that incinerated everything, the tens of thousands of allied cultivators vanished, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

Before he could strike again, he found a cold blade pressed against his throat.

Speaking at last, a flash of hatred crossed the young man’s eyes. His expression shifted as if he were wary of something, wanting to act but restraining himself with great effort.

He nodded in satisfaction. Zhou Wushuang cared deeply about the stability of the towns under his command. That the Mayor of Moonlight Town could achieve this showed he was no mediocrity, and that the imperial court had chosen the right man.

"Good. Then I leave it to you." Yang Pan pumped his fist in excitement. Just as expected, if they had relied on brute-force methods, they would have certainly wasted time and found nothing.

The cuffs were designed with a dark, flying flame pattern, making them look like dragon-pearl fire, giving the garment a flowing, graceful feel.

The antique clock on the wall ticked away, but the Shen father and son, deeply worried about a company that had little to do with them, had no desire to sleep.

After she finished speaking, she clearly saw Wang Ergou, the Liu woman, and Wang Qingjie standing nearby, all of them exhaling in relief.

Gui Ling knew Yang Xiao’s concerns—that he might mistake Ye Wushuang for a descendant of some major power and give up on him—so he hurriedly shouted.

"Second Brother?" Ye Miao’s voice was filled with irrepressible shock and fear. It clearly should have been Ye Hua; how could it be him? She turned back instinctively to look at Ye Zhen, only to find her wearing a calm expression from start to finish. In that moment, Ye Miao knew she had lost—lost completely.

Cen Kexin perhaps did not realize that Xu Ming, who lived with her day and night, had never truly understood what kind of person she was.

As he drew closer, he saw the man clearly, yet there was a sense of vagueness to his appearance. Moreover, although the man’s strength was clearly only at the early stage of the Transformation Realm, why did he possess such an indescribable, powerful aura?

As if by some mysterious premonition, Gao Hanlu sensed something. The moment she left Mulan and stepped onto the plains, she suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were watching her. Yet, there was nothing around her.

Jun Yuyao murmured, "I really didn't expect..." She truly hadn't expected Jun Ninglan to have such charm. She had thought his only merit was his outstanding face, but she hadn't realized that his effortless, detached demeanor was even more ethereal.

"Yixin. Aside from being an entertainer, I can agree to anything else," Jiang Yiwei said sincerely.

Hearing this, Li Zixiao laughed. His laughter was unrestrained, completely indifferent to the strange looks of those around him.

As they followed the others inside, they saw that the incredibly luxurious hall was already filled with guests. They were dressed impeccably, conversing in low tones with those beside them. With so many people present, one could not feel even a hint of noise.

Everyone was watching to see how Yang Chen would escape a full-force blow from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. One had to know that the gap between the early and late stages of Foundation Establishment was immense, so many imagined how Yang Chen would be killed in an instant.

The implication behind Qian Hao’s words was that Li Jinwang had no brain; such a person either had money at home or a deep background, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to speak so lightly about killing someone with his car.

Regarding weaponry, Li Chenfeng had put little thought into it before acquiring "Stop-Killing." After all, he was a disciple of the Medicine King Academy, and the offensive martial arts he studied were based on fist techniques; he only needed to hone his iron fists and had no need to consider other weapons.