Chapter 962: The Dragon Coffin

The aura of the Karmic Dragon was deep and intense, carrying supreme majesty that made everyone present tremble inwardly, faintly sensing a compulsion to submit.

The black-robed elder wore an expression of reverence, kneeling halfway to the ground.

Young Master Xuan's face paled slightly as he bowed low in worship.

The bear demon cultivator's heart filled with dread; he prostrated himself and banged his head on the ground.

Mo Hua remained utterly still.

His spiritual sense was extraordinarily strong, and his spiritual will had transformed into the Dao, nearing divinity—he naturally resisted such spiritual "majesty."

For the time that followed, the two huddled by the bed playing games, continuing until five in the afternoon.

"If it were me, I'd grab the opponent's clothes the moment they showed up and recommend myself…" Tao Tingxiang imagined the scenario.

Fight scenes were utterly neglected; difficult stunts used stunt doubles outright, and actors just needed to film a few close-ups and extreme close-ups afterward.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ping'an's mind flashed with insight—he instantly understood the old man's identity.

Thus, over two years, Lei Sheng discovered this cultivation method: he sat at the edge of this thunder pool, meditating, absorbing thunder energy to convert it into internal force.

Huimo ink, worth an ounce of gold per ounce of ink, is made primarily from pine soot, tung oil soot, glue, and spices.

Seeing that Lin Ping'an seemed unaware of recent events, the man was greatly surprised, then slowly began recounting them.

Zhang Wu Ji, the poor protagonist of the Yao novel, also resigned as sect leader and left with Zhao Min for the Ice-Fire Island.

At this moment, Chen Yanqing and Song Ke also entered; reporters instantly raised their cameras and began snapping photos.

Mu Ke thought silently to herself: the Supervisory Bureau was like the public security bureau of her past life, yet now a speed-enhanced adept was to be imprisoned there.

Wan Qing Wang's transformed Eternal Green Lotus, though seemingly more stable—as if bathed in the thunder pool—was in fact equally agonizing.

Ouyang Xu's complaints faded under Ouyang Maolin's piercing gaze; he swallowed his grievance silently, and vented his fury on Song Qing, who kept seducing his cousin—cursing her to hell, wishing he could erase her right then. Without her meddling, he wouldn't have been called a dog.

"I didn't say that. If you think that, I can't help it," Nangong Nianxi spread her hands, making an innocent expression.

Under our gunfire, the monster gradually slowed—but did not stop.

"You want to fight all three of us at once, Qin Yu? You're too arrogant," Zhao Ziling said, his anger finally breaking through his restraint; his gaze turned cold and sharp.

She told Qin Yu this was the rule of the Da Li Academy: no exceptions, no favors—even if you had no powerful background, you must accept the academy's punishment.

"Brother, I saw light inside below, so I climbed up, just fixed the rope, then passed out. When I woke up, I saw you in the water," Mi Ye said.

At this moment, the Prairie Wolves players couldn't think of anything else—they were frantically preparing to board planes and return home. Along with the Prairie Wolves, the Taiyo Sun players were returning too; whether pre-booked or not, both teams were on the same flight.

After seeing each of these people home, Yang Guo Hua no longer concerned himself with the matter; the Yang family turned all their attention to the New Year. After the New Year came 1999, and the Yang family would open a new chapter.

Since the referee had already shown a yellow card, Wang Dalei dared not delay further—if he got another yellow, he'd be sent off.

Too astonished, Lin Feng double-checked: was Wen Lan the only sister?

"Then, explain it to them first. Of course, I won't shortchange them—not at all," Qin Siran didn't insist on keeping him; she urged him to deliver the people to her.

Among them, a black-clad cultivator at Spirit Profound Realm Seventh Layer spoke with icy coldness, utterly disregarding Yun Hao; he immediately attacked, gathering fine threads of black energy in his palm to launch a ruthless assault.

Wen Wuer watched Sun Shining finish eating before finally letting out a long yawn; she insisted on gripping her sleeve before agreeing to sleep in bed. Sun Shining, of course, refused nothing—she sat at the bed's head, patting her back through the quilt a few times; he rolled over and fell asleep.

Facing the terrifying pressure of the Jin Guang Shi Renxing, Lin Xingchen wanted to die—but he had to endure, fighting for ten years.

"This damn thing even uses the same attack pattern," Chen Fei shook his head slightly, feeling bored with the match, ready to leave.

"I don't care—you stole my money and disrespected me, so I'll kill you," Huang Li stood up with a shout after saving the professional boxer, pointing at Zhao Zilong with venomous fury.

During this period, he memorized all eight major Chinese culinary styles in his mind and began practicing basic dishes from each style, laying the foundation for his future culinary development.

Gao Yang's face flushed crimson instantly; his eyes darted away, feeling every secret of his had been exposed before Chen Fei—he dared not raise his head, looking like a thief caught in the act.

A terrifying crimson Shi Renxing seized Lin Tangguo, spun, and punched—suddenly, the Jin Guang Shi Renxing screamed and plummeted from the sky to the earth.

After the meal, Hua Ying'er ordered tea served, specifically noting it was West Lake Longjing brewed with mountain spring water; the teacups were exquisitely crafted, radiating luxury yet retaining elegance and simplicity.

"Is this the new realm? Taiyi Xuan Immortal Realm?" Jin Zha clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with joy.

The three left immediately; Mei Jian Zhuang gave the elderly couple some small valuables; they thanked them for their hospitality and headed toward Hengyang together.

Su Cuo now wore a face veil; he himself wished to avoid drawing attention, for his appearance might have too great an impact.

"Luo Yantai seems to be that former sidelined Grand Commandant," Yang Guang replied to Zhu De Mu.

But if these ordinary pieces of furniture were old enough, stretching into the twenty-first century, it was clear that each seemingly mundane item would become priceless in the future.

Before Xiang Yan finished speaking, he clutched his groin with both hands, screaming in agony, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead.