Chapter 30: You Cannot Replace Her

The day Mu Yixiu returned to court after his leave, Song Qiao went to the Old Madam’s courtyard.

As luck would have it, Shen Ruoxi arrived as well.

The two exchanged a glance at the entrance, and neither said a word. This time, Song Qiao did not try to go first, choosing instead to let her enter ahead of her.

Shen Ruoxi did not stand on ceremony either. Without changing expression, she stepped straight into the courtyard.

“Are you feeling any better?” After finishing her toilette, the Old Madam had the two of them...

Hearing this, all the martial artists looked puzzled at the enormous golden face in the sky. Could the grades of cultivation arts really be distinguished by their names?

The way they looked, and the manner in which they carried on, was almost as though they would throw their arms around each other in a tight embrace the moment they drew near. Jiang Feng, left neglected to one side, stared in stunned disbelief, jealousy flaring within him.

The autumn wind held a faint chill. It threaded endlessly through the bamboo grove, whose emerald green had deepened almost to black, as though subjecting those hardy, cold-resistant lives to a merciless trial.

The Demon Dragon’s inner core had long since been refined by it until it was hard as iron, impervious to blades and spears. When it collided with the Golden Qilin Sword, there came only a muffled clang, followed by a scattering of sparks.

Though it was merely a battle projection, Yin Zhiyao’s projection was clearly far more solid than those released by Xia Xuanming and the other man from Great Jin! All three possessed the strength of the first level of the Emperor Realm, yet the aura emanating from Yin Zhiyao’s battle projection firmly surpassed that of the other three projections.

The fine horse jolted up and down with every step, nearly shaking Long’s ribs apart. Dizzy and light-headed, he vomited a mouthful of filth, spraying it along the road like a fountain.

Xia Ping sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His consciousness immediately sank into the depths of his primordial spirit. He had been fleeing Ye Mengyao’s pursuit all this time and had never had the chance to properly sort through what he had gained on this occasion.

The old man held a bowl in one hand and a slotted ladle in the other. Without even bothering to look closely, he scooped up the remaining dozen or so dumplings and dropped them into the bowl. Then he set down the ladle, casually grabbed a handful of scallions, cilantro, and dried shrimp, and put them in as well. After ladling in a spoonful of rich bone broth, a steaming bowl of wontons was ready.

Xia Ping glanced around and discovered that the inside of the Tree Realm was completely different from what could be seen from outside. This was a fully formed world, with solid earth and tens of thousands of rivers.

Combined with his ragged attire, he looked exactly like an old beggar, emaciated and deathly ill, who had been plagued by disease for years and seemed destined to die at any moment.

“We’re going shopping. Coming all the way here without shopping would be such a waste.” Zhou Jinjin was full of energy. Once she had tossed down her luggage, taken a bath, changed her clothes, and put on her makeup, she was ready to go out looking radiant.

As he watched Feng Tianxue, her face alight with smiles, eating a candied hawthorn skewer in the middle of the street, Tang Xin suddenly spoke to her.

Whether in the myths of the ancient kingdoms on Earth or in the true Eighteenth Level of Hell on the Cloud Firmament Continent, it was something that existed only in legend.

Dongfang Liang was terrified out of his wits at the sight. Taking advantage of the chaos, he had already fled without a trace.

Gu Ci had never expected to survive. She had saved up the sleeping pills for a long time and had even deliberately drunk alcohol, yet she still had not managed to die. What astonishingly good luck she had. Gu Ci looked around the hospital room and saw Li Jiang, as well as Ji Cheng.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and birdsong filled the fragrant air. Just after Tang Xin rose from bed, she heard Yan Sen’s voice outside the door.

After uttering his final words, the Five Elements Heavenly God vanished in an instant from the eastern side of Spirit Mountain, leaving behind only the two old monks, Xuankong and Xuanhai, their faces filled with shock.

Tang Zi privately believed that she was no less beautiful than Tang Su, so why was Tang Su cherished by so many people while no one—not even her own parents—cared about her?

A dark, sexy, close-fitting off-the-shoulder dress embroidered with golden thread revealed her graceful curves to perfection, displaying her alluring figure without restraint.

The problem was that Su Can had not received a reward from the system for a long time. He felt that he had to find a new approach.

Chen Xia could not afford to worry about anything else. She immediately crouched down, wrapped both arms around Yang Tao’s arm, and pulled together with Zhao Xiaoyan. Only then did they slowly, laboriously manage to lift Yang Tao upright.