Chapter 105: Qi-Condensation Ancestor, Inner Sect Prodigy: Wang Yulou

Cultivators are merely travelers on the path of the Dao, yet they are a special kind of traveler.

When Wang Yulou last thought about where his journey would end, his answer was the Purple Mansion—marrying Zhou Friend Friend Yingxi.

Becoming a son-in-law, becoming a monkey version of the Purple Mansion, 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 Friend Friend Yingxi's

The roadside scenery rushed backward; as she watched closely, she suddenly noticed the trees along the road were now covered in yellow leaves, and with each gust of wind, fallen leaves fluttered down.

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's heart leapt at the mention of fire; it wasn't that he had no solution—only that once the fire burned, all the years of effort poured into the martial academy would be reduced to ashes.

The three blinked, utterly baffled; what did this sudden remark from the soft-skin bear mean? Had it gone mad?

"Big Brother Cui, why do you always misunderstand me? I'm saying 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 faintly; her family's assets had skyrocketed like a rocket, and as the current head of the Long family, she was the most thrilled.

Years of icy father-son relations had made him capable of ignoring his own son entirely. Yet now, before An Chuxia, he couldn't stop his eyes from turning red.

In brief, Rong Tian had conveyed her message clearly: First, relying on headquarters isn't a long-term solution; second, she is now the sole authority here; third, she cares only about performance, not bloodline.

"Ugly? It's beautiful…" He grinned, scratching his head, acting nothing like his usual self—almost like Mu Yuncheng, that fool.

Even Fuxi could not contain himself, rejoicing for his sister's ascension to sainthood, and for the future of the demon race.

Her eyes flickered; Su Yeqing curled her lips into a stunningly cold smile and 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.

Tongtian fell silent, slowly scanning the surroundings, taking in 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 the time, Lu Sheng had bought shares in Liyue Company and made a fortune, but he spent every penny on women, squandering it all within days.

Afterwards, under the respectful farewells of the crowd, the Emperor and Empress entered their exclusive royal lounge.

Lin Yang slipped on disposable latex gloves and slowly extended his fingers 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 Wensen.

Xu Fei's henchmen spoke with haughty superiority, as if the bottle of wine before them were a charity offering to Ning Shi.

"You don't seem nervous at all? We're on a critical protection mission," Suermann asked curiously.

The Green Ox Giant Snake hissed, looking down from above at Yun Wei lying on the ground, its eyes brimming with contempt.

As for the possibility of the other side breaking the contract, Suermann wasn't worried—a Class E straight-blade soul artifact was at most half a quasi-Class D; precious, yes, but still not enough to counter a "Contract-Breaking Master's" intervention.

Although some so-called Dragon Stone varieties circulated at auctions, they were merely higher-quality jadeite—purely deceptive, hanging a dragon's head but selling dog meat.