Chapter 1191: Institution and Belief

Mo Hua internally surveyed his spiritual sense, felt it briefly, and indeed found his spiritual perception far fuller and more resilient than before.

His current spiritual sense was already stronger than that of most early-stage Jin Dan cultivators.

More unexpectedly, Mo Hua realized that as his spiritual sense strengthened, his destiny also grew slightly more stable.

The malevolent qi within his destiny was also somewhat suppressed.

Though this suppression was only a trace.

If not for him

Xinghe sighed helplessly; after a soft hum, Zhu Zhuqing vanished again as a shadow.

Fifth sister, you released plague ghosts and fei beasts recklessly for immortality, killing countless lives and extracting their souls and spirits as medicine.

One bean transformed into a handsome young man, his appearance unlike any mortal, his spiritual aura surpassing even celestial immortals; several streams of light flew toward him, coalescing into a three-foot flying sword, a green banner, and dozens of flying needles, which the youth carefully collected.

After hanging up, Edgar entered the car, and the driver took him back to the villa.

"Useless," Jiang Mumu said. "This poison doesn't harm the body—it dissipates on its own after half an hour."

In the earth's core, a divine sword, as if sensing something, shattered the void and appeared in the young Daoist's hand.

Could the assassin's master be so powerful that he assassinated her in Jingcheng without the Emperor knowing?

Ikas slammed his fist against the wall, staring at the massive planetary fragment across from him, rivaling a dominator-level entity.

Zheng Ping shook his head slightly, wanting to say something, but seeing Li Qinghe's excited expression, he said nothing.

Those who bet on Mu Nanyan laughed loudly, thinking it was some powerful technique—only to find their opponent gone without a strike.

Xiao Zhe looked at Ji Anqi; her face was clearly filled with regret—but too late, regret came far too late.

Seeing him drenched, refined and elegant as he was, even in water he showed no trace of ruin; instead, he resembled a ink painting wreathed in immortal qi, even more alluring and sensual.

Nangong Zhuohua had intended to stop them, but the wound hurt too severely, and at this moment he lacked the strength to resist, so he let the imperial physician remove his clothes.

Yet the population was far fewer than before, and the usual bustle and prosperity were gone—but compared to its earlier lifeless state, it had improved immeasurably.

Hu Hu seemed to see through Bore's thoughts at a glance, but Hu Hu chose not to expose them.

Qingxia looked at Sun Wukong: the man had his ash-blonde hair tied high, wore a purple robe without armor, black boots on his feet, the Ruyi Jingu Bang slung over his shoulder, his hand casually resting atop it.

After Dou Laolao's disappearance for several days, though initially unsettled, she grew increasingly suspicious—after all, simply vanishing like this was not Dou Laolao's usual behavior.

Li Jiaqi draped a white silk scarf over her shoulders, then sat across from Hua Shiyu and brewed her a cup of tea.

Ji Chang'an thought for a moment: if making Nuannuan suffer so much, it might be better to truly do as Nuannuan suggested—have his mother call Xinliang.

Moreover, had it not just been born and lacked sufficient power, it would have already parasitized Lin Bei and erased his consciousness.

"Could Father be imitating the Li Ze Battle?" Zhao Kuo realized the truth and inwardly thought, as expected—yet this revelation had briefly filled him with joy upon hearing of the campaign, and reminded him of a classic battle from two hundred years ago during the Wu-Yue rivalry.

Upon seeing Dong Huang arrive, Lin Bei nodded to him, then lifted the spiritual soul seal and vanished.

White hair, tall figure, wearing an opulent robe—this combination made them unable to recall any such person from Su Yang.

When Ning Fuchen bid farewell and left Mu Tefu's home, he spotted the same master-disciple pair outside; they were assigned to watch Mu Tefu, and upon seeing Ning Fuchen emerge, they waved from afar.

As Zhou Liancheng finished speaking, Ye Luo shifted from defense to offense and launched an active assault.

This girl loves to take advantage of my fondness for her, then causes trouble without fearing punishment.

At this moment, Ye Luo remembered something far more important: his primary mission here was to refine the Nine Heaven Yang Holy Pill for Bai Li Moxiang—he had promised Bai Li Moxiang three days, and over seven days had already passed.

In court affairs, the Emperor decreed that state matters be handled by the Crown Prince and the Eldest Imperial Prince. Upon this announcement, ministers began speculating, their loyalty wavering.

Director Jin heard the reporter's words and cursed inwardly—why was this reporter meddling? Just film your video! But he could only force a embarrassed smile and say nothing more.

Zhang Zhongping, though a city official, was no fool; he knew Lu Kai wouldn't mention this without reason—if word of his complaints about Fang Wenhou reached the man's ears, a single word could mean death or dismemberment.

Fat's eyes darkened, but the temptation of first place was too great—throughout history, this first-place prize had driven every prestigious clan to spare no cost in pursuit.

Bai Qimei's anger flared instantly—not because the duck had struck his face, but because he shoved away Wu Yue's foot, picked up the duck crushed underfoot, now filthy and ruined.

"If anyone still dares to block their family's reunion, don't blame this Emperor for being ruthless." Chu Yang coldly threatened.

This defense appeared lax; Ge Yuquan knew it was merely surface-deep and did not risk climbing out the window. After watching a moment, he saw Tao Simin leading servants with meals approaching; Ge Yuquan lightly closed the window to a crack, then returned to his seat.

Seeing this, Su Xuerou could only set her worries aside and silently prayed that Chu Yang would come to no harm.

Ji Linglong also abandoned her teaching duties, spending her days idly guarding Chu Yang's seclusion; her cultivation had hit a bottleneck—if she couldn't break through to Immortal King, she'd be stuck here for life.

Chang Yue's words clearly implied that Qi Ying had already attempted to kill Wei Yongnan—otherwise, why arrange the meeting at Zhongqiao Forest?

"Sister, shouldn't we call the police? Could Mom be in trouble? We haven't been able to reach her for so long," Su Xueya said, eyes welling with tears.

Though none of this concerned Yi Yan, he still had to maintain his image—and he genuinely disliked Lü Azhi; otherwise, in the original game, he wouldn't have consistently chosen arsenic to poison the man.

As for Xiao Feng and Xu Mengyao, today was their special day; everyone avoided spoiling their private time and helped care for the children.

"I see!" Huang Se immediately understood—in their one-on-one match, the reason he'd scored a point against Wang Dong in the final set was because Wang Dong had never seen that move before.