Chapter 65: Journey to Canglang

Of course, during lunch and dinner, Lin Yang still got to taste Hua Qiangu’s peach blossom soup, and he had to admit that the flavor was indeed very good.

"It hasn't been long since we last met, how did my aunt fall this ill! You two scoundrels, how on earth have you been taking care of her?" Ye Jinhua asked with a furious expression.

Seeing that illusory figure, Xiao Yu felt a chill in his heart. He had seen this figure before; it was none other than Yiran’s martial soul from that day, except that it did not appear in the form of a martial soul now, but was merely manifested by Yiran through a blood saber.

Gu Wanqing was unwilling to disturb the Old Madam's rest, so she instructed Ziyan to keep a close watch over the Old Madam, and then went to the outer room to speak with Gu Hai.

Xiao Cheng's favorable impression of Geng Xiansheng diminished, and his tone became somewhat heavier. After all, since he had been accepted as a disciple by Feng Biwei, these people were disciples of his own sect, and in terms of seniority, they were still his juniors. If he saw such a situation and failed to stop it, wouldn't that be a slap to his own face?

Everyone in their hearts knew that something might be up. The sensitive matters entrusted to them were of utmost importance, so how could they let others find out? They clearly came here under orders, yet strange monks blocked their way, which meant the other party was undoubtedly prepared. Their brows could not help but furrow.

The moment that heavy divine shadow appeared, Jueying and his companion instantly felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. Even Xiao Yu himself immediately began to reassess the newcomer's strength. To him, the stronger the opponent, the more it could ignite his inner fighting spirit.

Uncle Jiu's Maoshan secret arts were very comprehensive, and Lin Yang chose spells, talismans, formations, and footwork for concentrated study.

To humiliate and provoke Tang Ruyan, Hai Dafu had his lover Ling Xue called upstairs.

The next day, Qi Hui still felt exhausted after waking up, and thinking about how crazy and ruthless Wang Yatong had been last night, he sat there shaking his head incessantly.

The so-called private yacht club was actually a private club, equipped with a restaurant and private dining rooms.

In the middle of the night, Liu Lihong felt increasingly uncomfortable. Her whole body was burning hot, and her throat felt a burning sensation too. She wanted to drink water, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't struggle to her feet, and finally rolled off the bed.

After all, Youzi had already confessed one thing to him, so next, she should also confess something in return. As an exchange, that would only be fair.

Mentioning Rong Zhen, Wen Baihui's expression changed noticeably. Although Director Dong recounted his entanglements with Rong Zhen in a vague and general way, Wen Baihui remained suspicious.

Jiang Xuchen was right; such an opportunity was not something just anyone could have. Many old immortals wanted to seize the chance to live through lifetime after lifetime, but this required favorable fortune and timing, and could not be successfully achieved casually.

"Shall we continue?" At this point, the raw stone was almost depleted, and continuing would be completely meaningless.

Having walked only a few steps, Youzi noticed that heads were poking out from the corridors of that building in the distance—the one rumored to be the "teaching building"—all of them looking in their direction.

Having spent the past few years in North America, aside from a few major events, Qin Meng had not paid much attention to Asian affairs in recent years, and knew even less about the private lives of certain celebrities.

Zhu Shuo, the Central Commander, had also arranged long in advance for various battalions of the Imperial Guard to strictly patrol and maintain defense, ensuring that no chaos would arise during the court assembly.

Furthermore, Iftikhar had driven all the Christians out of the city to prevent them from rebelling; these Christians subsequently joined the ranks of the Crusaders upon their arrival.

Passing through the reeds, a waterway appeared before them. After advancing for more than ten zhang, the waterway branched apart.

Jalie Ao comforted his father. At this moment, the Jalie family was already facing compounded misfortunes; if even this last straw of hope were lost, the Jalie family would completely lose their standing in Wutan City.

He felt as if Yubara had completely seen through him, and Yubara's words also made him involuntarily begin to reflect and ponder.

Although the current Hokage was vastly different from the past Hokages—after all, there were now seven great clans keeping a watchful eye on the Hokage—

Qian Hong's worry turned into joy, and he immediately took action. First, he made a trip to the Gold Market to select a suitable gift, then hurried home to wash up and tidy himself. Finally, mustering his courage, he arrived outside the Sima family's gates.

Erha excitedly stood up, wagging its tail and happily eating two pills, before turning around and sitting on the table to stand guard over Xiaoxue.

Li Shishi and Yu Xue were packing their things inside the cave, while Wu Tiansheng prepared to carry Gongsun Qing on his back down the mountain.

When they reached the courtyard, Li Shishi was already clutching her head as she stood up from the lounge chair, preparing to walk inside.

"You were born here, and your spirit-element fingerprint was recorded long ago," Su Haoran said.

Having given all his instructions, Number One felt a growing sense of restlessness. It could not control itself from thinking about that Number Nine; that guy acting all mysterious, claiming he was going to give it a surprise. What on earth was it? It felt as uncomfortable as a cat's claws scratching at its heart.

The emotion in the depths of his eyes, matched with his gaze, was exquisitely and perfectly judged. A shade too intense, and it would seem less than shocking; a shade too mild, and it would lack profound affection.

The person she loathed the most in her life, and the person she hated the most, had appeared at the exact same moment.

Without continuing to stand there, Murong Yinzhu covered the earthen mound back up, spread grass over it, and erected a marker before the grave, carving the names of Nangong Lin and Murong Fei upon it.

Struck by a blow to his pride, he finally decided to use both hands. Although it might be considered winning by unfair means, for the sake of the giant pearl, he was going all out.

Murong Yinzhu placed a hand over her heart. Aside from Wang Chuan, it seemed that many other people appeared in her mind—those who had once treated her well.

Lu Xiangyi and Lin Shenanshen were hospitalized in the same hospital. Lin Yuan'ai arrived at the hospital and first made a phone call to Old Madam Lin.

As soon as they entered the room, a thick, rich medicinal fragrance hit them squarely in the face, which only caused Cui Min's brows to lock even tighter.

Pei Ding knew deeply that the beheading of Shi Gao must have some hidden story behind it, but right now, all he wanted was to find Liu Deyuan and the others.

The metamorphosed power of dusk was no longer something the heavens wished to see. The entire surrounding space was trembling, and even the entire Southern Barbarian region was quaking.

He and Mao Yue, although they could sense the surging and turbulent energy within the moon, were completely unable to absorb it.

The price of metallic rhodium had reached 3,500 dollars per ounce, which was twice the price of gold. The total weight of metallic rhodium packed inside those five oil barrels that Yang Yong had acquired at cabbage-soil prices reached up to hundreds of kilograms.

Steward Bai's appearance and figure were entirely ordinary, without a single noteworthy feature. He was simply a typical, mediocre middle-aged man, the kind who easily slipped past people's notice.

Wang Cong was truly a bit bewildered in his heart. How on earth was he aiming too high? Wasn't it just writing a script? What was all this nonsense? However, seeing Ma Baoguo's head full of white hair on the stage, he really didn't have the heart to argue with him, and could only humbly indicate his acceptance.