Chapter 1114: Canglang Sect

After the banquet, Mo Hua's title—"Disciple of the Wupinda Sect, Direct Disciple of the Void-Dwelling Ancestor, Foundation Establishment Late Stage, Supreme Cultivation Genius"—spread far and wide, stirring uproar throughout Xiancheng.

They didn't understand much else.

After all, the Wupinda Realm was too distant from them, lacking any real sense.

Most had no concept of how large a Great Sect truly was, or what realm the Void-Dwelling Ancestor occupied.

But "Foundation Establishment Late Stage" cultivation was undeniable.

Luo Jian's voice, now calm, was unchanged from usual—cool in tone, with a trace of gentleness.

"No, Old Shen, what's going on here?" Sun Yiyuan stared at the ghost's vacant stare, growing anxious—this was soul-binding already, and still no clues? That would be trouble.

She hadn't known before, but now she understood why Kaiduo had been captured so many times yet never held.

Beast-Making was a dark art: transforming humans into beasts, then secretly taking them away for sale and trade.

The rest of the time required only lying in the control room, watching the scenery, and preventing the ship's course from drifting due to wind or wave speed.

All were stunned: given Tianchu's current state, the Mirror Body summoned by the Lord of Chaos Space must have been stronger than his true form—so why had the stronger one shattered while the weaker one still held?

Sword-Opening-Heaven pressed his advantage, slashing again and again upon the man's skull; any hesitation would cost him his head.

Weber let out a cry of anguish in the sensation of suspension and weightlessness, his hands and feet flailing helplessly.

As for the extremely handsome male doctor, perhaps a meeting was possible—but only a meeting; there was no possibility between them.

Because their attack patterns were vastly stronger than DDoS, which merely floods with malicious data packets.

As Ying Jiunian wept, she thought she was hallucinating—until a deep, resonant male voice reached her, and she slowly lifted her eyelids.

Hearing this, Bu Luo and the others realized: Changbaishan, to these Immortals, was a sacred, inviolable "Holy Mountain"—anyone who intruded would be despised, even erased.

Fang Zong casually tossed over one jade vial, seized the other nine in his hand, and prepared to open one for inspection.

But he hadn't realized one thing: StarNet already had over fifty employees and interns, while Jiangdong Information Harbor and Jiangdong Information Supermarket combined had fewer than thirty, whether official or not—and they guarded each other fiercely; copying StarNet was extremely difficult.

Others, seeing Chen Yuan acquire the powerful Flame Tiger Core that greatly enhanced his cultivation, were genuinely happy for him.

"What? You're going to Shancheng again? Not doing procurement anymore?" Hu Li's attention was instantly diverted.

Fang Zong couldn't help recalling an old legend: never answer a phone call at exactly midnight.

The two flew to the coast and split up—one set out to kill the octopus aliens, the other pulled out a psychic suppression device, setting its precise radiation range to forcibly disrupt the octopus aliens' psychic energy and souls.

The centuries of grudges meant nothing to him; he merely resented how Ou Zijian's arrival had crushed Ye Xiuxiu's intelligence.

Just as the doctors were about to stab down, one of the lying figures suddenly snapped open his eyes, drew twin pistols, and blew out every doctor's head—then, as the doctors collapsed, the Master's notification sounded again.

But I'm no match for him—I punched his face hard, and he immediately let go; several guys nearby rushed in and beat the yellow-haired guy who'd grabbed me, landing a few swings that knocked him down; when I looked again, the other yellow-hairs were gone—clearly scattered by us.