Chapter 105
Cultivators are merely travelers on the path to the Dao, yet they are a special kind of traveler.
Like Wang Yulou, the last time he thought about where his endpoint would be, his answer was the Purple Palace—marrying Zhou Yingxi.
Becoming a son-in-law, becoming a poor imitation of a Purple Palace, living seven hundred years, ensuring the family’s continuity—it’s not so bad.
How wonderful, full of the fantasies of low-level cultivators.
The reality is, even if he became Zhou Yingxi’s
The roadside scenery receded continuously; as she looked closely, she suddenly noticed the trees by the road had suddenly turned golden with leaves, and with each gust of wind, they fell in a flurry.
Various noises filled her ears; Ye Yingning felt waves of nausea, and a strong dizziness slowly rose in her mind.
A man’s voice rang out; Qin Tian stepped out of the cocoon, his skin dark and glossy.
“Zhao You, how dare you! Does your Zhao family fear no sanction from the City Administrators? No sanction from the Sect Alliance?” Master Li, upon hearing of the fire, immediately panicked—not because there was no solution, but because once the flames burned, all the years of effort poured into the martial hall would be destroyed.
The three blinked, utterly baffled; what did this soft-skinned bear mean by suddenly saying that? Had it gone mad?
“Big Brother Cui, why do you always misunderstand me? I mean, these high-tech devices can only be understood by professionals,” Chen Xuan added.
“Heh, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to see this scene?” Long Yun smiled slightly, her lips curling; the Long family’s assets had skyrocketed, and as the current head of the Long family, she was the most thrilled.
Years of cold, distant father-son relations had made him capable of ignoring his own son entirely. Yet now, before An Chuxia, he couldn’t hold back his tearing eyes.
In brief, Rong Tian had conveyed her message clearly: First, relying on headquarters is not a long-term solution; second, she is now the sole authority here; third, she cares only about performance, not bloodline.
“Ugly? Beautiful…” He laughed, scratching his head, behaving unlike his usual self—almost like Mu Yuncheng, that fool.
Even Fu Xi could not contain himself, rejoicing for his sister’s ascension to sainthood, and for the future of the demon race.
Her eyes rolled slightly; Su Yeqing’s lips curled into a stunning, icy smirk, and she walked straight up with Ning Shi.
Even they took twenty-one point three eight seconds to clear the first bend, nearly half a second slower.
Tong Tian fell silent, slowly scanning the surroundings, absorbing every change on the faces of the great experts.
A young man about one meter eighty tall, beside him a sturdy farm dog, on his back a woven basket.
At that time, Lu Sheng had bought shares from Liyue Company and made a fortune, but he spent every penny on women, squandering it all within days.
Afterwards, amid the respectful farewells of the crowd, the Emperor and Empress entered their exclusive royal resting chamber.
Lin Yang slipped on disposable latex gloves, his fingers slowly reaching toward the long, beautiful leg that countless others longed for.
During Qin Ming’s time, he had already handed the pregnancy talisman to Ru Hua and had her write down the name Wan Sen.
Xu Fei’s henchmen spoke with haughty superiority, as if the bottle of wine before them were a gift bestowed upon Ning Shi.
“You don’t seem nervous at all? We’re on a critical protection mission,” Su Erman asked curiously.
The Green Ox Giant Snake let out a hiss, looking down from above at Yun Wei lying on the ground, its eyes brimming with contempt.
As for the possibility of the other side breaching the contract, Su Erman wasn’t worried—a Class E straight-blade soul artifact was at most half a pseudo-Class D; though precious, it couldn’t compare to the actions of a “Contract-Breaking Master.”
Although some so-called Dragon Stone varieties were circulated at auctions, they were merely higher-quality jadeite—purely deceptive, like hanging out a sheep's head to sell dog meat.
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