Chapter 127: You Should Marry Lin Ying First, Then Dump Her After Foundation Establishment (10.7K Monthly Votes Requested!)

Is Wang Xianzhou arrogant?

Using Qi Refining to extort a great demon with Foundation Establishment and divine abilities does indeed seem absurdly bold.

But Wang Xianzhou didn’t think himself arrogant; given his talent, absent unforeseen circumstances, he might already be a Foundation Establishment cultivator with divine abilities.

Moreover, the existence of the Immortal Alliance isn’t entirely bad—any system that operates stably and enduringly must have its merits.

As a former envoy of the Immortal Alliance, Wang Xianzhou understood the Immortal Alliance

Luo Yu lifted the Mongolian-style tray, gently opened the door, and saw that outside, people either gathered to chat, savored food, or watched performances—none had noticed what happened here. Luo Yu placed the tray among some Mongolians, then slowly ascended the stairs.

“Can I surrender now?” Tu-yumen Chunhu said with a mournful face, knowing full well he was already defeated, his entire body frozen stiff by snow, unable even to draw a talisman.

Though Es Star is winter all year round, its largest marketplace is nearly always bustling.

Still, fearing any survivors and lacking the master’s order to cease fire, the death soldiers continued firing bullets and shells.

Whether it was the initially abnormal appetite, the unusual identification number and name, or later mastering sword techniques instantly, and now eating raw meat directly.

“Alright, I won’t dwell on what I just said—so you’re You Xiu Mei Jiu? What do you want with me?” Ye Chen spread his hands in surrender.

But due to the crowd here, she could only suppress the thought; when she had time, she would tease Su Cheng twice as much.

“Teacher Yilina, your Indian Masala tea has arrived,” said Kill-Teacher, descending from the sky on his tentacles, carrying a thermos and walking at a normal pace.

Yet if you call him foolish, in others’ eyes, this sum meant nothing—now she didn’t even know how to judge Su Cheng.

After Tong Ling fell asleep with a smile, I too was exhausted—but I couldn’t sleep, since Shao Kuiwu hadn’t been fully dealt with; I had to be utterly vigilant against him.

Though over the course of millions of years, she spent most of her time in cultivation, she remained fully aware of external events.

Li Youqian ripped off all his medical equipment and threw himself into Wang Shuzhen’s arms, embracing her with genuine emotion.

In many people’s minds, Tang Qiao had already been placed on the same level as Group Leader Yuan and Qiu Changjun, renowned experts.

“They are what they are—or rather, monsters!” Xiang Tianwen dispersed his aura, seemingly losing the will to continue fighting Qingcang.

The white crane before him instantly turned crimson, as if drenched in blood. Its wings suddenly emitted a bloody scent, and countless feathers transformed into blood-red blades, gleaming with cold light, like countless daggers.

In the next instant, the opponent’s mental weapon struck his protective aura, aiming to shatter it.

But Chu Tianyou spoke so sincerely and generously—wasn’t he once the one who hated most when she chased stars?

“Mama…” Cai Xia, nestled in her mother’s arms, felt warmth in her heart from her mother’s love, tolerance, and the freedom she had always granted her.

Sha He Feng, who had been sitting with closed eyes, suddenly opened them—within his pupils appeared a dark ink mark, from which two ghostly, demonic eyes emerged.

Thirty percent?! Yun Qing paused slightly; such a success rate was far too low. Suddenly, an idea struck him—a bold new concept.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, directing his true qi to relentlessly strike the blockage, pondering inwardly: What force is this? It seems even more stubborn than the power bestowed by my master—and it can threaten even someone of my cultivation level.