Chapter 139: The Black Lotus of Calamity Qi, the Grand Tutor's Scheme

This pool of tribulation essence, accumulated over the past decade or so through the painstaking efforts of the Taoist Wusheng, was also his ultimate hope for achieving enlightenment and transcending mortality in this era of the Dharma-ending age.

Back then, after his sect elders reclaimed his numinous treasure and banished him from the Azure Wood Grotto-heaven, he never expected that a misfortune would turn into a blessing, granting him the supreme inheritance of the Tribulation Sect.

Not only was his cultivation fully restored, but he also caught a glimpse of the hope to attain the Great Dao.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the obscurity of immortal cultivation in the mortal world, he transformed himself into the Grand Preceptor of Great Yu, gathering—

Yet in truth, Han Feng was a closeted romantic at heart, possessing a particularly strong penchant for gossip akin to a neighborhood busybody.

Expecting Sima Yanfei to insist on reading it, he instead slipped his hand inside her garments as his scorching lips suddenly pressed down upon hers.

"No, no need, it's not heavy. We can manage ourselves," Xia Qingxiao said, hastily shaking her head in refusal while sidestepping to dodge him.

This was not a loss that could be remedied by a simple relocation; generations of their ancestors had lived right here upon this land on which they depended for survival. Even though it was barren and frequently plagued by warfare, they had never once thought of leaving. This was their home.

The surrounding fans let out piercing screeches. Those watching the game were even more excited than those playing it, practically wishing they could run onto the pitch and score a few goals themselves. In contrast, the members of the Satan Football Club remained calm and collected, not taking the Samba Squad seriously at all.

Since you weren't looking for me, why on earth did you kick me? If you had just said a word, I guarantee I would have scurried far away like a good boy. Wei Daochi retreated several steps, gritting his teeth to endure the blow without daring to utter a sound.

Charlotte's intention was to have the giant bear demon return to the Mo Family Stronghold with him. After all, he had no idea why Mo Wentian insisted on capturing a live giant bear demon. Naturally, if they could harvest certain materials from the beast without harming its life, that would be the best-case scenario.

Long Qianyu had successfully reeled in the members of both the Vermilion Bird Hall and the Black Tortoise Hall under her command. Ha, the Dragon Gang was becoming quite a spectacle now; Long Qianhuang also held some hidden trump cards of his own, perfectly poised to keep Long Qianyu in check.

Xie You's footsteps paused, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he abruptly changed direction and strode toward the main entrance of the teaching building.

The two of them walked ahead while Charlotte, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, quickly reached down to adjust his trousers. Having been pinched twice by Tian Jiaojiao just moments earlier, he had shamelessly experienced a physical reaction. Walking like this with a rigid stiffness was horribly uncomfortable, and he urgently needed to alter his posture.

After Ouyuan Xiaoqing flew out from it, the black wooden coffin remained motionless, still standing erect there. Its interior was as dark as ink, making it impossible to discern what else might be concealed within.

The peach-blossom-like dark eyes brewed a soul-devouring storm. The former founder and current major shareholder of the First Parlor of Ecstasy had just finished draining the wine in his cup when a bitter taste welled up in his throat, as if the mellow and fragrant fine wine had instantly turned sour, perfectly matching his depressed mood of "what goes around always comes around."

Gu Zian was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Liang Rui to make such an arrangement. Raising her gaze, she saw Liang Rui blinking at her with an expression that plainly said: This classmate is far too mischievous, and the teacher is afraid she'll disrupt your studies, so it's much safer to get you a new deskmate.

Huo Nantian's life continued much as it had before, the only difference being that he now began bringing his legendary fiancée to various social occasions.

That was He Zhenze testing his reactions; He Zhenze monitored his every move and had even thoroughly investigated everyone in Ye Ning's household.

Shen Xiang still said nothing, once again letting silence speak louder than words. The look of utter satisfaction, the eyes brimming with springtime affection, and the lips curving with lingering tenderness all overtly flaunted everything.

Qin Fei pushed the man down and straddled his chest. Her nose was filled with the fragrance of the aphrodisiac she had personally concocted; she would make him forever unable to live without her body, and thus she could do whatever she pleased in Dashun.

Seeing Gu Zian leisurely eating her meal without even glancing in his direction, Fu Hengzhi felt a surge of stifling frustration. Spotting a dish on the table that his beloved enjoyed, he didn't say a word and directly picked some up to place in her bowl.

The domestic servants who had been trailing closely behind her vanished at some unknown moment, leaving the surroundings in absolute silence as a familiar oppressive sensation swept in from behind.

Clearly, a simple gesture performed by him exuded the refined aura of a noble young master with every move, making it a feast for the eyes just to watch. Such a person seemed naturally born to reside in a flawless palace rather than this noisy bar.

Just as he was feeling smug, believing he had successfully cornered his opponent, Wei辞 suddenly turned around, dropped to his knees, and kowtowed three resounding times to him.

The old lady boasted endlessly, yet the more Wang Yuqing listened, the more distressed she felt! Alas, her own father insisted on dragging her abroad, otherwise she would have tagged along. In her fantasies, she had always longed to travel with her older brother.

Although Dugu Zhishui had visited this vicinity before, he had only ever gazed at it from afar and had never drawn close. In his eyes, nothing here held the slightest bit of attraction. Leaving aside the fact that he was currently unable to cultivate at all, even if he were still capable of cultivation, he would have even less need for whatever lay here.

It's over, it's over. Hearing this, Yin Qingyan felt a chill run straight through her bones. She couldn't even bring herself to look at the magnificent scenery Murong Guan eagerly pointed out to her afterward, her mind consumed entirely by the terrifying thought of whether she was about to suffer a miserable death.

She had figured it all out last night; it was no big deal. She believed that Tang Yingying's hostility was merely a momentary fit of anger that would pass after some time, and she was willing to wait patiently for her anger to dissipate.

Coveting the Heavenly Eye while fearing the Heavenly Eye; yearning for the living while dreading the old Daoist. Though they did not advance rashly, wave after wave of people continued to arrive relentlessly.

Shen Shifang spoke: "Locate Jie'er's governor vessel. She was struck by another's genuine qi, causing disorder in her upper and middle dantian, which led to her fainting."

Gazing intently ahead, he found himself upon a mountain peak, beneath which lay a bottomless abyss of unknown depth. It seemed to merge seamlessly with the night, instilling an inexplicable sense of dread.

Although it was spoken in jest, Li Suxin still felt a brief flutter of nervousness. The movement of her hands stiffened, and her thoughts fell into disarray.

Below them knelt tens of thousands of cultivators draped in blood-red garments and wearing eerie masks, each resting on one knee with their right hand pressed against their chests.

On the other side, Han Xue led her team swiftly to the entrance of Room 302. With a deafening boom, a burly man behind Han Xue raised his foot and violently kicked the door open.

As for this Family Head Shu, he appeared indecisive and stubbornly set in his ways; ultimately, he was no match for Li Zhipeng in a contest of wits.

"It's me. I never expected we would meet in such a manner; it's truly ironic." The Fairy shook her head with a bitter smile, never imagining that the fierce gluttonous beast Taotie would actually be nestled inside the womb of a newborn.

Gu Yuelue had never wished so desperately to crawl into a hole in the ground, nor had she ever so strongly desired to deny her own brilliance.

The ancestor of the Zhao family had caught up again, asking questions right and left, but no one paid him any heed. He was utterly speechless—did they no longer wish to hear news of Bai Yan?

Standing at the doorway, Jiang Shaoyang hesitated for a long time before summoning his courage and gently knocking on Feng Ling's door.

Cracks split across Wang Duobao's skin as blood gushed out incessantly, bearing clear witness to the severe injuries he had already suffered.

The beam of light slammed heavily into a structure behind him that was even more colossal than a colonial satellite.