Chapter 45

Even though they were three zhang apart, the moment the sound entered his ears, Xiao Yin felt a buzzing in his head, almost feeling faint and unable to withstand it. His expression changed instantly, and mobilizing his true essence, he used his powerful spiritual sense to protect his mind, instantly restoring clarity.

However, the gazes of everyone present fell squarely upon Xiao Yin, with a trace of malice shooting directly from their eyes.

Swept by this pale golden radiance, everyone's pupils constricted instantly, and countless burning gazes locked unanimously onto the Qilin Token.

Lin Su touched her chin. She didn't seem to have asked anything out of line just now, so why was this fellow reacting so strongly?

"Senior, could you please put my junior sister down?" The two male cultivators knew very well they were no match for Lin Su and her group. In the world of cultivation, the capable were always revered; even though the other party belonged to the demon clan, as long as their strength surpassed theirs, they had no choice but to obediently address them as senior.

Considering that Tang Wanying's mindset, if allowed to persist, would have a severely detrimental impact on his future plans, Wang Yuetian pondered briefly before slightly raising his half-kneeling body and sitting down closely beside her.

Though he did not know why this conviction had always lingered in his consciousness, it felt deeply rooted, having no beginning and no origin, as if it had simply always been there.

Within this floral street lay a medicinal spring, reserved exclusively for the flower demon Geda; no one else was permitted to use it. Geda usually bathed right here, and the spot Shili had arranged for her was naturally this very place.

Having heard the entire remark, Shangqing silently swallowed the words he had meant to say. In the future, he would leave the task of filing complaints to Yuqing; he feared he would never master this skill of turning black into white.

At first, she straightened her back and forcefully maintained her posture, but as time dragged on, she grew overwhelmingly drowsy. Coupled with Tang Jinnian's protection, if the carriage hadn't been quite so bumpy, she felt she could have slept all the way home.

Yet Huarong discovered that a familiar yet unfamiliar power was gradually awakening within him.

The closer they drew to the top of the tower, the more dazzling became the radiance of the slowly revolving cyan Dao lotus above Zhao Chenbi's head, illuminating the pitch-black interior space of the tower as bright as day.

The drums beat furiously. The green-clad army was well-trained; as the commander's banner fluttered, the soldiers on the left and right flanks immediately turned sideways, slamming heavy shields against the ground and pointing long halberds forward in unison.

"That's not right. Are you feeling dizzy? Why is your face turned outward?" Wang Ye laughed heartily.

"I was just asking casually, no hidden meaning behind it," Xia Yuyang said with a light cough, masking the trace of disappointment in his eyes.

When the time came for her to become the person with the highest innate talent in the entire Liu family, she would drive those two old things out. Useless trash, unworthy of being her parents.

I couldn't possibly tell you that I am a congenital living spiritual body, resonant with jade marrow energy, capable of reducing the impact force to the absolute minimum, could I?

Rolls-Royce maintained strict profit margins across all products sold; the factory price, the domestic sales price, the export price, and the final retail price handed over to dealers or 4S stores were rigorously controlled.

Thus, Fan Luo hurried over, roughly recounting the events that had transpired during Jun Kuang's period of seclusion.

Yet, cheers were at most a respectful gaze. Realizing his expectations had been too high, the Demon Ancestor felt even more discouraged. He repeatedly warned himself that this must be a psychological tactic, choosing to turn a deaf ear to the boundary stele's words.

Qin Shuang caught the ruler. It was slightly over five inches long, ordinary in appearance and unremarkable.

Once the sword Qi subsided, a one-zhang-square stone slab was revealed. Miaoxin had already hacked eighteen deep sword scars into it, yet it still failed to shatter the slab, and the previous cavern happened to lie right along the edge of the fracture.

Yukino's tone was somewhat heavy and solemn, like the suddenly stagnant wind, no longer light and leisurely. Its tangible weightiness stirred inevitable worry.

Without a second word, Zhang Yang picked up the beacon fire spear and charged forward. He hoisted one of the men in black and hurled him heavily to the ground; true to form, the man climbed back up, expressionless, and began wildly slashing about again.

Just as his fist was about to touch Xianrong's face, it suddenly halted. The flames died down, and the ferocious fiend opened his dark eyes, revealing a complex expression.

Seeing Wu Eryou leave the street, the two shop assistants returned to the tavern and reported the news to the others.

Ye Xi glanced at him sideways. "How do you want me to treat him? Dress up in gaudy clothes to fawn over him, or strip bare to seduce him?" Hearing this, Jingyi was left speechless.

Upon realizing this, Huo Jiujian abruptly discovered a problem—a very serious problem.

"Haha, birdman, let's see how much longer you can hold out." Ma Liang emerged calmly from behind the pillar, smiling coldly as he watched the Peacock Daming Wang struggling bitterly.

"Seven days?" Yi Shuihan rubbed his temples, his mind a complete mess. He vaguely recalled that Qi Huangyun must have found him too talkative and forcibly shoved a soul-fused Soul-Nurturing Pill down his throat. He couldn't remember the rest clearly; it felt as though he had dreamed, yet the specific contents of the dream had vanished.

Suddenly, Su Mianmian stood on a tree trunk, bent down to look below, and called out to Rong Zhan with a cheerful smile.

Although Zhang Chulan had worked hard in recent days and reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, there was still an unbridgeable gulf between him and himself. Even if Gu Shaoyu's spiritual power had not transformed, he was by no means a match for him.

Should he send it or not? Hesitating, Rong Zhan decided to flip a coin to make his choice.

Waving a hand dismissively, Gu Shaoyu lingered no longer, flying slowly toward the city. Suddenly, he halted, causing Ye Lei's brow to twitch faintly.

Tu Shan Yaya remained expressionless, turning a deaf ear to it all. Gu Shaoyu believed he had done nothing to wrong her, yet why even she was helping those people deal with him felt utterly chilling.

"How come it's not working again?" Seeing that matters were on the verge of success only for someone to step in and disrupt them, Qi Huangyun's eyes flashed with a hint of impatience.

Though they desperately wished to strike up a conversation with Giselle, her perpetually icy demeanor left them without a suitable opportunity.

His voice possessed a magical quality, flowing like a spring gently through everyone's hearts, bringing an inexplicable calm. They simply wanted to listen quietly to his voice, on and on, their hearts rising and falling in rhythm with his cadence.

Did he not know he was always singing other people's songs? Did he still not realize that a singer without original songs would never truly make a mark?