Chapter 129: Bottleneck in the Way? Then Let

The old man who served Stone Ancestor was slain by Ancestor Wang Xianzhou without causing even a ripple; the greatest consequence was likely a sharp decline in the number of beasts attacking Hewan Fishing Port.

Over two years, Hewan Fishing Port suffered only one minor beast attack, which Zhang Xuewu and his men handled alone—Wang Yulou didn’t even stir.

He now devoted nearly all his energy to cultivation.

Time’s scale is illusory to cultivators; as Wang Yulou endured countless trials

Previously, Gu Fei’s shabby coffee shop had been framed, so he specifically asked two Daoists to investigate.

Leng Sha gave a cold glance at the mirror—he still hated Yi Fan; he should never have given him an identical appearance. The more he looked, the more unbearable it became.

Thus, to enter the palace, one must use teleportation. But she was still unskilled in it, so success remained uncertain.

Many bet that Chen Hu was causing trouble—and indeed he was: he unzipped his pants, relieved himself, just like we all do daily.

Seeing this, Chen Hu felt a flicker of awe: nature could take everything from you, yet also bring hope. Sometimes, humans ought to reflect on what they’ve done for Earth, not just what they’ve gained.

Xiang Liang seized Pengcheng, Huling, and Xiangcheng; most of Jiangdong now bore his name, so his power at this time was immense.

The Matchmaker God glared and fumed for a long while but dared not lash out at Yi Fan—he was a deity and had to exercise restraint, especially since the Jade Emperor had already decreed that Heaven must maintain harmony and strictly forbade deities from fighting.

The Matchmaker God: … My apologies, everyone, my apologies. The Divine Maiden must’ve watched another chaotic palace intrigue drama.

A burly man appeared wielding a blade, now clad in a full-black uniform, exuding solemn authority.

Luo Ji scanned the leaders of numerous hostile factions, then leapt onto the Wind Feather Python’s back and vanished in a swirl of dark-green wind.

Li Meng had intended to stand a while longer, but it was too cold outside—her hand warmer had long gone cold. She reluctantly surrendered to reality: “Let’s go back and warm up first, then come out again.” She considered herself the chief organizer of this porridge distribution; it would be disgraceful for the chief to hide in a carriage.

Correct—I’m a soldier. Beyond missions, I intervene when I see injustice—didn’t I make the Black Road gangs in Baishui City dare not act out again?

As if disbelieving, or overwhelmed with joy, he couldn’t speak—only repeated the question over and over, as if resolving it was the only thing that mattered.

Meriadoc hastily gathered his guard and another light cavalry unit to intervene, but it was too late. The Macedonian cavalry struck with terrifying speed, surrounding and annihilating Meriadoc’s guard.

A man who has lived through war and fire, life and death, always sees the situation more clearly than others. Born in hardship, dying in comfort—they understand this well. Therefore, he would never let Haitian Commandery meet such an end.

Thick streams of dark spiritual energy surged from the glass-like earth layer, like a spring.

Chen Xu bent down, picked it up, and looked at the Gate of Hell—this forbidden artifact had, somehow, restored itself to its original state.

“The Five Great Families have launched their attack! And they struck us first!” At that moment, a Golden Finger suddenly spoke.

Moreover, establishing a Void Territory requires this extreme yin land—forcing him to risk entering it to explore.

At this moment, Xu Yunchang’s face turned even redder; she stole a glance at Yun Feng, who returned her gaze with a mysterious smile—one only the two of them could understand.