Chapter 909: Elder He Seven

At dusk, the sun set in the west.

In a cultivator residential area of Third-Grade Banfeng City.

The Dao Ting Si cultivators had long ago set up arrays and traps, lying in ambush around the perimeter.

Gu Changhuai sat atop a nearby tall pavilion, eyes blazing, watching every movement of all cultivators along the entire street.

Beside him, Xia Diansi was equally on guard.

Additionally, there was a Jin Dan Gu Diansi transferred from outside a third-grade Xiancheng in Qianxue Province's border region.

This Gu

After much thought, he finally concluded it was surely because Tang Chuse had been raised in luxury by the Tang family, hence she looked so much more beautiful than her.

When he arrived at the hospital, Zhuang Qi's examination had not yet ended; Shen Lanqing saw his anxious expression and stepped forward to comfort him.

A few days later, Li Qiang regained mobility and sat cross-legged on a cushion, observing his game system.

As the beast cores were continuously consumed and refined, terrifying demonic energy surged over Chen Chang'an, his aura rising visibly at a rapid pace.

This bond trait is exceedingly rare—it requires absolute mutual trust between both parties, plus a stroke of fortune, to be born.

The long blade shattered inch by inch; all shards were swept up by palm force and slammed with thunderous might against the lone cultivator's chest.

He hadn't expected that, in the afternoon, he'd merely casually asked Bai Ya if she needed pills she could come to him; she'd only replied she'd ask her family when free. Yet before nightfall, her family had sent someone—and not just one, but two demons of no lower than Yangshen realm.

"Enough with the act," Liu Fei waved his hand dismissively. "With your record, if I were dean of the First Military Academy, I'd admit you without an exam."

Over the past two weeks, under Ding Hai's careful care, Shen Yunran's complexion had improved greatly, and her appetite slowly returned.

After petting her for a while, Xiang Wan pulled out a can of fish from the bag she'd brought—her favorite food—and the cat began meowing nonstop at it.

Remember in "Shen Shenzhe: Explosion," one of the Divine Mechanists was assassinated by Ao Zhi's Tail—he was a lieutenant.

Chu Feng's livestream wasn't without trolls, but most viewers were still reasonable and wouldn't spam without cause. Even if someone did spam randomly, it was only an extremely rare case.

Zhang Yuanhao walked slowly during the day to recover his spiritual power, then traveled underground at night, making full use of time; in less than five days, he had covered a distance that would have taken nearly ten days on a camel beast.

The city lord's tone carried unhidden killing intent, and the energy around him surged wildly with rage—a nearby boulder instantly melted, revealing the extremity of his fury.

The marquis nodded. After Yu Xin left, the marquis entered the room, preparing to seal Hou Yue's soul for slow torment later. At that moment, a ghost official flew in from outside.

He couldn't believe it—he was the Golden Crow Demon King, wielding a counterfeit holy weapon, yet still could not match his opponent. Was this real?

Jiang De hesitated, but behind him, Xu Guanzhong had already thanked on his behalf. Jiang De saw this and assumed Xu Guanzhong had some other intention, so he silently accepted it.

The Black Iron Mountains stretched for thousands of li, the most extensive mountain range in Cangfeng Country. Deep within lived countless powerful demonic beasts, perilous even to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The instant the Zhuxian Sword appeared in Chu Feng's hand, boundless malevolent aura erupted spontaneously.

A battle was inevitable. The Peacock Underworld King struck first—having been suppressed for years under the Crimson Flame Hell, his fury had long boiled over; now freed from torment and soaring once more into the heavens, he intended to slaughter wildly, venting his pent-up rage.

In the Xia family garden, flowers and trees were lush; the most numerous were Ji Furong and osmanthus. At this season, Ji Furong had not yet bloomed, but month-after-month osmanthus had already flowered, along with early-blooming osmanthus varieties that had formed buds—everywhere in the garden, faint, sweet osmanthus fragrance lingered.