Chapter 1116

Mo Hua lay in the courtyard of his childhood, beneath the shade of the ancient locust tree, gazing at the vast, boundless sky where the mysterious Dao seemed to turn without cease, and gradually made up his mind.

He knew he could not remain in Tongxian City forever.

Tongxian City had only Second Rank; if he wished to form a Golden Core, he must leave this realm and seek greater opportunities.

But he could not simply flee—it would betray his original intent and violate his Dao heart.

"What are you cooking? I know what you eat. I opened the door and saw your luggage, searched the whole courtyard but couldn't find you—I guessed you'd come here. Good, no need to cook; our mother's pot already has food—just add two bowls of water and it'll be enough for both of us." Qiu Yue, unceremonious, picked up the ladle and scooped some water into the pot.

The change came too suddenly, with no warning whatsoever—even Liang Yan's spiritual sense struggled to react; only when the sword light neared his body did he hastily retreat.

At this moment, the Lion King and the Golden Dragon King, who had previously seemed aloof, could not help but grow serious at such a formidable array.

He had heard this spirit pill could repel a hundred poisons, and Hu Lu was indeed eager—he made no pretense of refusal but asked directly about capturing the Ice Toad.

After all, Lanzhou was, even among Yue's thirteen provinces, a prosperous land far wealthier than most.

Though the Yang Elder, that despicable bastard, had not yet arrived to reinforce them, the set of array flags would undoubtedly solidify their standing in the Heaven-Man Realm.

Without caring that Pei Xian had frozen in shock, he glanced at Kong Liu and walked out first.

As an entertainer, he must frequently appear in public view—where there are many eyes, how could he not fear exposure of his identity?

"Brother Chenmu, is this your first time here?" Li Nanxing suddenly said, seeing Lin Chen staring intently at the mountain peak outside the carriage.

So far, this Ascension Path would not vanish easily; they had no reason to risk their lives continuing to attempt it.

After all this back-and-forth turmoil, they simply could not endure it anymore, so they kept the corpse stored in the funeral home.

After Kong Wang and Yun Yarong both kowtowed, the Emperor ordered them to rise; Kong Wang staggered slightly, and Yun Yarong quickly steadied him.

On the fourth day, news arrived from Yuan Hui; as Yuan Hui prepared to report, Fu Chen ordered Zhong Mingren to escort Yun Yarong from Cangming Hall to Er Ya Studio.

At that moment, several fox howls echoed, and shadows of foxes flickered in and out of the mist.

"Ye, it was my fault back then, but you knew I had my difficulties—help me get a divorce from him. Every day beside him, I can barely breathe."

Seeing this, Lin Mo turned to leave—comparing himself to others had always been the most boring thing to him.

Lady Mao, from the moment she began speaking, had a pale, miserable expression; when she mentioned the child, she—

Suddenly began to sob softly.

"I studied with Jiu Yi for ten years; his father, Duke Yan, was also my teacher—we should have had deep bonds…" Yun Yarong said nothing, but Fu Chen spoke on, as if lost in memories of the past.

Xu Ruqing pointed to the clear vista ahead: at the center of the two paths' ends stood a palace, faintly visible.

"Wake up, Miss! What are you thinking? Crush Ba Qi with one blast? If you have such a talisman, why bother practicing Dao arts at all? Just slap it on and kill them—simple!" I glared at Wei Chixue, then poured cinnabar and black dog blood together.

And a significant portion of Earth's population had even broken through to the Prokaryote Realm, or even the Qi Sea Realm, their lifespans surging several times over—this not only gave Earthlings longer lives to advance further, but greatly enhanced their ability to transform and develop Earth.

After saying that, he immediately picked up the several-hundred-jin stone mill with one hand and headed toward the uninhabited area, keeping a distant line of sight with Lin Yong. Although he could faintly hear the sound of his grinding, it was no longer so grating.

"I'm having breakfast at home—I'll go over after I finish eating." Chen Xu had thought Guo Lao had suffered some bad accident, but was surprised to find his condition had improved; his anxiety eased, and as he spoke on the phone, he lifted his porridge bowl again.

Suddenly, the entire studio's signal cut out! Jin Minzheng had not even finished speaking when color bars and static flickered across the broadcast screen.

"Alright, let's head back—but before we go, let's divide the spoils," Mu Zifei said.

Obsession is formless; the sword's appearance gave it shape—that is the power of the sword. All is sword, myriad things are sword intent; every technique is the obsession deep within the heart.

"Got it!" The man knew Bao Ge had gotten lustful—he'd surely call him along soon. This meant another free treat, and he worked even harder.

Perhaps this is the difference between people: when you truly pour your heart into something, even if your strength falls far short of your goal, effort always yields results—good or bad, at least you've experienced it.

Lin Yong wiped his eyes—had he seen right? This… why was there grass here? This was the first time he'd seen any plant since arriving in the Hungry Ghost Realm! Lacking deep understanding of this world, Lin Yong felt no great surprise; he climbed down the cliff and walked to the grass, studying it closely.

This was the capital that allowed her to act as she pleased for life—she was a Tang, and someone would always cover for her.

Xu Wen said nothing, but her furrowed brow and pale face betrayed her discomfort.

The Two Demon Dragons of No. 1 Middle heard my feeble resistance and arrogant words, enraged and ready to strike again—but before they moved, Mu Rongkun stepped forward.

Recently

Perhaps because my life had stabilized, my complexion improved, and I'd even gained a little weight—my face looked slightly round. Looking at myself, I suddenly thought of Xiao Xiao, emaciated to the bone, and that indescribable ache returned.

By this time, my body had fully recovered, and I could no longer watch from the sidelines—I rushed swiftly between the two sides.

He realized that though he had, by chance, attained ultimate speed, he still could not escape Mo Yi's pursuit, could not fundamentally resolve the problem—and the only way to truly solve it was to eliminate the problem itself.