Chapter 105

It can be said that cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage and those at the Nascent Soul stage, though both practitioners of immortality, truly belong to different worlds.

Secondly, his divine spirit and physical realm had both far surpassed the mid-Nascent Soul level.

To be honest, although the Myriad Transformation Stone is a unique spiritual material, its volatile nature makes it exceedingly difficult to use in forging treasures.

Bo Yan furrowed his brows deeply. He was certain that Shen Qingxin’s sudden change was calculated, but it was precisely because of this calculation that she felt profoundly powerless and helpless.

The two entered the private room one after the other. Upon seeing the man dressed in military uniform, Qiao Xiaoxiao began to scrutinize him carefully.

He glanced at his pocket watch and was about to decline, but Betty lifted her head, eyes shining with longing.

“Ouch, that hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong. Don’t hold me so tightly, I’m telling you!” Casting him a sharp look, she quickly escaped to a safe distance, rubbing her aching wrist.

The man before her was handsome, no less striking than the male celebrities and models she usually saw on television.

The coincidence was so striking that Xu Tianchuan even suspected the Undying Slave King had been secretly observing every move here all along.

After all, Ye Qianwu had endured several test arenas; how could she fear a few young students? With her current strength, it would be no problem for her to face ten attackers at once.

Zhi Yun was startled and quickly patted Ru Yan’s back, then asked Shi Yue and Qi Yue to call a doctor.

Some mixed the mud, some spread it out, some placed stones on top, while others transported stones from elsewhere—methods combined horse-drawn carts and manual labor.

“Father? Where are you going?” The young man called Hengchen barely had time to speak before his father dashed past like a gust of wind. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused and bewildered—he felt abandoned but, as this was an elder, he said nothing and obediently followed.

“Look at this photo first,” Wang Haitao said, tossing down his phone after she finished scolding.

After strangling those golden lions, she rushed to Prince Su’s side, grabbing his still-flailing fist, even as he tried to throw another Golden Lion Emperor Punch.

Having roughly grasped the situation, Wang Yu refrained from answering hastily. He remembered the tentacle man was not yet dead. Considering the tentacle man might still be alive, Wang Yu was even more cautious.

Dong Jun rubbed his head helplessly, recalling how that day, sneaking into Ye Shiqin’s mother’s room while she wasn’t paying attention, thinking he had an opportunity, only to be soundly beaten—it was truly humiliating.

“I had already given up at the moment of his wedding,” Tao Siyue said, having abandoned any chance to confess to Mo Yi; living as just friends of the opposite sex was fine.

“Madam’s words are very true. We considered filing a complaint, but before the idea could even be formed, it was completely overturned. The person framing my father is none other than the emperor’s most favored consort, Yan Fei—Xin Zhiyan’s brother, Xin Zhijin.”

Darting swiftly, Wang Yu and the others dodged the Ancient Mother Worm’s attacks. Their powerful abilities rained down upon the creature’s body.

All of this put her on alert, as if she had to sleep with one eye open. But since she had chosen to return, she would face everything bravely.

At that moment, Song Duanwu suddenly opened his eyes—no tears, no fury, only bloodshot exhaustion. He knew he needed a place to rest and vent.

Listening to the romantic, celebratory foreign music drifting from above, Zhao Gan ascended the wooden stairs. Though mentally prepared, he was still startled upon reaching the second floor.

Though Ling Yu spoke thus, he held back in his strike; otherwise, his palm would have crushed Tang Biao. Tang Biao rolled on the ground a dozen times, coughing up blood, eyes blankly staring at Ling Yu, too afraid to utter a sound.

“Your Highness, your servant has brought your evening meal,” a pale-faced eunuch knelt respectfully before him.

So, when Xing Shaoqing’s slightly drunken eyes wandered over the warm-up beauties’ charming faces and figures, Cheng Lulu already discerned the underlying intentions.

Since her brother’s death, her parents had become cold toward her, their words tinged with disdain. Yet Xia Haitong would rather see their indifferent faces than the one that terrified her.

She once suspected a conspiracy involving Ye Chengxuan, but on her way back, she learned from Ye Chengzhi that Ye Chengxuan had taken a flight on business last night and did not attend the evening banquet.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves rang in her ears. She turned to see a snow-white horse racing toward her at lightning speed. Riding it was none other than Lady Yu.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events; even Ling Wei’s beautiful face showed surprise! Tian Xin frowned at the motionless Heavenly Mechanism Mirror, as if pondering something.

Above the sea of clouds, the Chaos Shrine hovered in midair, surrounded by shifting clouds that lent an air of mystery.

“Weren’t you desperate to break into this circle and live a life of indulgence? Without Wanting, would you even be qualified to enter this door? Ridiculous!” Huang He sneered, his voice rising several decibels.

This meant that even those who had not reached the rank of Black Iron Great Sword Master still enjoyed the pay of an Imperial Army Platinum Great Sword Master—a level only the elite could attain.

Everyone nervously scrutinized the baby, seemingly hoping to detect some change.

But she only sighed quietly within her heart—Lu Mingfeng’s fate was of her own making. Yet, refusing to take responsibility, she sought to drag others down with her. She was no saint, incapable of repaying evil with kindness; and if she were, how would she then repay kindness?