Chapter 138

The moment he pulled out the pill, the Sect Master, unable to wait, sucked it away with a palm wind.

"Ma Wu, Wang Liu, kill this arrogant old madman," ordered the cavalry leader.

This place, Jin Yanhou had never brought Duan Yan to, and even in this vicinity, Duan Yan had never set foot.

"Of course I know—it's actually the organization I admire most! And the One-Eyed Anti-War Alliance has been great friends with humans, fighting together against the Yin Sect to protect peace—we're comrades." As Chen Bo spoke, his voice grew louder, revealing his genuine admiration for the organization.

The young disciple nodded in shock; if Bai Luo said so, it must be true—among all disciples of Qingyun Sect, Bai Luo had the strongest sensitivity to spiritual power.

When Lin Le and the other two entered, the hall already had guests: five nobly dressed cultivators clad in immortal armor were discussing several items with an elderly man in a blue robe at the Qi Refining Fourth Stage.

After Linghu Bai finished speaking, Wu Yidao simply fell silent, resigned to serving as his servant.

But at that time, he had no other choice—he had to take a desperate risk, placing himself in mortal peril to find a way out.

For this alone, Yang Ruojing had scolded them several times, reasoning with them and issuing threats.

As he waved his hand to summon a protective magic treasure—granted personally by the Ten Thousand Heaven Ancestor, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Transformation Realm expert—even if Chen Xiao's clone exploded, with this treasure, he would survive, though wounded.

Yun Xiao didn't need to expend even a speck of spiritual power, nor did he need to fight to the death—he could simply make the man yield the path.

Wang Mu and Ye Feng immediately crossed the bridge to attack the two on the opposite side, while Wang Junhui, Wuwei, Duan Yirui, and Yan Kuan surged toward the two sentries at the bridgehead.

In appearance alone, he was already miles behind; add in his grooming, and it was truly… Hu Dafa didn't feel inferior—he felt irritated, with a desire to cause trouble.

"Now that everyone's here, music—you may begin presenting the gifts." This unapologetic directness was Xia Zijin's style.

"Alright, no problem, I'll definitely go!" Hu Dafa rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, "Sister Wang, I won't come pick you up—I'll go straight there!" He suspected someone might still be watching Wang Ting; going to pick her up would draw attention.

Fu Tian Mo showed no emotional change upon hearing Ghost Butterfly's words—only a look of "so that's how it is."

This is also a common flaw among sects with long-standing lineages; cultivators have always been reclusive, cutting off contact with the outside world while entering seclusion to cultivate, so over time, many matters become indecisive.

Yet the pills he spat out were of absolute quality—but that quality was only sufficient for stealing from hidden beasts. Pills of the Grand Master's Third Stage are rare beyond measure; it's not something he can spit out at will.

"Hehehe." Long Xian laughed bitterly, enraged—so he, a dragon stranded in shallow waters, had been bitten by a dog? How could such trash dare challenge him?

"Later, the director found out and directly allocated thirty thousand to my buddy! Said my buddy had done a great deed! But that director really was a good man!" said the driver.

All eyes turned unconsciously toward Dongzi, who now lay on the ground, seemingly giving up resistance.

Thinking of Zhu Ge Chanjuan, he looked at Yuan Anning in his arms; before this, he had never imagined anything happening with Yuan Anning—not because he felt nothing for her, but because Zhu Ge Chanjuan already occupied his heart, leaving no room for others.

"Xin Tian, free for a meeting?" At that moment, Xin Tian received a Tianwang message from Guo Feng.

"I can only sense it vaguely—it should be deep within the continent." Xin Ping's tone carried a hint of hesitation.

He blocked with a reverse motion, his palm-leaf fan deflecting Lin Feng's spear tip; fortunately, it was a spiritual weapon, but Leng Qi's strength was immense, jarring his arm with painful force.

The newcomer wore a suit and trousers, topped with a hat from the 1940s–50s gangster era, bowing slightly, the corner of his pocket square visible.

The Blue Mist World was impossibly vast; Xin Tian followed the Blue Giant in high-speed flight for three full days and nights before faintly sensing the mist beginning to thin—yet the primal law's aura grew even stronger.

Since the Eight Cauldrons split apart, the Divine Cauldron's divine power has greatly diminished, and the primordial-level force can no longer be sensed.

He eagerly tore open the envelope in his hand, which contained Zhang Longhu's precise location.

"What are you looking at? Stay focused during battle." At that moment, a momentary distraction caused him to be pushed back half a step by Yuan Guang; Yuan Guang seized the chance and widened the distance between them.

I can't figure it out— isn't the Main God just the game's core AI? If the Main God dies, the core shuts down, the soil for planting trees vanishes— wouldn't all those NPCs just vanish too?

Yet not everyone, because of his youth, held him in low regard—like the two elders standing at the front of the crowd, they were not fooled by his age.

"Your Excellency, sorry for the wait." As soon as he entered the hall, he clasped his fists and addressed the man seated in the center, sipping tea.

"Sit!" Zhao Dekai showed no sign of fluster at Chen Cao's sudden visit; instead, he calmly adjusted his suit and courteously invited this unexpected guest.

I lit a cigarette, took a drag, exhaled slowly, and stared blankly at Qiangzi.

"You're the Banjiu who triggered the Heavenly Punishment?" Han Na asked me. Sigh—why does everyone who hears my name ask this? Can the system let me change my name? I want to change it right now. But these were just my own wishes; faced with Han Na's question, I could only nod helplessly.

Junjie listened quietly; he had few serious conversations with Huang Mao, and since taking charge of Yanxia Street, he'd mostly scolded Huang Mao in a bossy tone—such equal, heartfelt exchanges had nearly vanished.

Coincidentally, Dr. Connor landed at Xiangtan International Airport today; Zhang Zhongwei personally went to greet him out of respect—though only he knew that Dr. Connor had come to China to treat his father, and he dared not tell his father.