Chapter 87: Waiting

"You… you…" Old Guo pointed at me, but after stammering "you" for so long, he failed to say anything else.

When Old Guo spoke with me yesterday, he was possessed by the Fox Immortal, so he had no idea what he’d actually said to me. Now, unsurprisingly, he was utterly terrified.

Just as I was about to speak, someone interjected, "Uncle Pei, I think we should just let this go! We’re here to block the way, but that kid—he’s here to kill!"

"Didn’t you see how ruthless that Xie fellow was? If that hand grenade had gone off, we’d all be dead."

"Shut your mouth and let me think." The speaker was the leader on the opposite side, the one with the tobacco pipe. So, his surname was Pei…

As they spoke, a middle-aged man approached, flying on a sword—a power that was the very mark of the Celestial Race. Upon seeing him, Tang Wufeng immediately ducked aside.

The Westerners objected at this point; they could not accept that the decline of the entire West could be attributed to a single Eastern man.

It turned out that the pearl Leng Yi had just put away was a Water-Repelling Pearl. As long as it was placed here, the waters of the Blackwater River could not flood the cave. Once Leng Yi took it away, the river immediately surged in, filling the cavern.

A sudden sound of a sword web shattering rang out. Ma Ying pierced through the interlaced swords at a single point, then with a swift turn of her hand, sent a wave of sword energy slashing towards the thin wires beneath their feet. The three hurriedly raised their swords to block it, as Ma Ying smiled faintly.

"Leng Yi, something’s wrong—Night Consort is hurt!" Mu Ningyou couldn’t help but shout to Leng Yi, who was still furiously striking the silent old man.

"You mean, there might be a habitable planet there?" Li Weigong instantly felt a surge of hope.

Hearing the complaints of the two leaders, a stir passed through the ranks of the Bo people. Ha Ming leapt onto a boulder and vaguely saw a large group moving about on Jiusi Mountain. Glancing in all directions, the grass and trees quivered, shadows darted through the foliage, and a chill settled in his heart.

Su Chi shattered the eighth elder’s dantian, which was already riddled with wounds and barely held together, then swiftly reformed it using the fused spirit power of the Five Elements.

The tiger tensed up, surprised, and raised the binoculars to look again, but both vehicles had already disappeared from sight.

Firstly, because he had already survived two assassination attempts before falling out with Madam Yang, and at that time, his relationship with her was not bad.

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Feng cast aside her ancient zither, pursed her lips, and walked silently toward the rear garden. Within the courtyard rooms, not a single figure remained—evidently, they had all been summoned to the back.

Thus, An Ning, who had made such a judgment, was now far more concerned with the growth of his own bare peach tree.

He knew full well that, at this moment, engaging Li Shanzhang in a direct confrontation would only benefit King Qiheng, the one with the real power behind the throne.

Sima Lvxie observed with an inscrutable expression but still glanced back at Huang Sizheng, who was watching them.

It was three days later when Zhang finally met the "friend" Anita had spoken of—this after he had pleaded with her three times a day, until she finally relented, exasperated.

The phoenix’s body was carved from a radish, with the head and tail sculpted so vividly that it seemed almost alive. The radish had been soaked in a special marinade, leaving no trace of its original sharpness.

He squinted, searching for Dugubu Gui’s brick house, but as far as the eye could see, there was only a vast emptiness. In the distant village, faint traces of cooking smoke drifted upwards.

If Ruo Li were injured, with Mu Hua Gu’s temperament, he might wipe out all Daoists from the world, making his own name as great as Laozi’s overnight.

He raised his hand and punched himself, and would have hit himself again if Xiangye hadn’t caught his arm just in time.

Long Ruolan pushed open the courtyard door, glanced at Ren Huang, then immediately fixed her gaze on Yao Yueli. There was a mix of awe and wariness in her eyes.

Logically, if there really were Five Spirits or something in this purple mist that could enhance his cultivation, his divine abilities should have improved by now. Yet, after two visits to Mist City, he still had not received a single hint.

"Ren Huang’s finger-to-sword technique is truly formidable. How could it be mere sorcery? The last time I heard that Brother Ren had bested Master Liang Qiuyu of the Everlasting Sword Sect at the Southern Prince’s Residence in Zhoudu, I had not witnessed it myself. I did not expect to see his skills today—this trip has not been in vain." Ying Cheng nodded to Ren Huang, offering his compliments.

Yang Ye reached out and opened the black iron box before him. Inside, curled up, was a peculiar whip. He took it out and, gazing upon it, his expression shifted.

Yet the only consolation was that Zhu Chenhao had not yet openly rebelled—a fact he could still exploit.

"If there’s been no misunderstanding, why am I not allowed to see the Chancellor?" Ming Xuan pressed on relentlessly, determined to confront Chancellor Bai.

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Perhaps "the ancient temple in the ice fields" was their next clue, and Nora’s next target. Once the thought took shape, it grew ever clearer in Roy’s mind, eclipsing all else.

Ironically, it was Sir Newton and his fellow scientists who ultimately came to believe in the existence of gods—those who held power never did.

Dia Niao was certain of what he intended but wanted to hear him out; he wanted to know how this ugly scholar-official would judge the cause of revering the king and expelling the barbarian, and how he would appraise Cao Wei and Wu.

Ye Chuihong would never do such a thing—she was thriving, unless she no longer wished to stay in America.

Gu Nianqing’s lips curled ever so slightly, her usually icy face softened like the first thaw of spring.

When Fang Yusheng heard Li Jingyi’s words, his brow furrowed slightly, but Yi Yi’s following words made him agree without hesitation.

Professor Chen laughed, saying, "Americans are like this: if you cook, they praise the food; next time, you bring them a dish, and they’ll toss you a basket of fruit in return. In China, we call this ‘returning the favor’.”

Ye Chuihong had arrived then. Later, Huaizhen found out that she had been reaching out to acquaintances everywhere, and had brought in a surgeon from Washington for the operation. She looked well, her smile still revealing a row of pearl-like, immaculate teeth.

Before Huaizhen could make use of her studious nature, Xize pulled her hood down over her eyes and pressed her against the door, stealing a kiss.

After the livestream ended, Shuicao had already received all the statistics: peak viewership at thirty-six million, tips totaling twelve point six million. The popularity and wealth of their fans were clear for all to see.

The green hat successfully overshadowed Cui Yongqi. Yi Mingfeng was Bai Yanqi’s concubine—how would Bai Yanqi deal with this?

Liu Yaqing glanced at Huang Shaohua with a smile and said, "That’s why you men need to keep your lower halves in check. Otherwise, you might lose your head before you even realize it." As she spoke, her gaze deliberately drifted toward Huang Shaohua’s lower half.

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