Chapter 141

When Elder Jingyi saw Wang Yulou's Qi Refining fourth-layer cultivation base after the Dao discussion ended, she could barely keep her composure.

At twenty-six or twenty-seven, Qi Refining fourth layer—what does that even mean?

Elder Jingyi had trained for years in her sect, then joined the Xuanduan Gate; she had seen great worlds.

Wang Jingyi was certain that among the Red Lanterns, Jin Dan family disciples rarely moved about in the mortal realm; even compared to the direct heirs of Zi Fu families, Wang Yulou's cultivation speed was no less

Better not to see it, better not to see it. I lay on the operating table, though my vision was pitch black, I still felt myself lying there, blood dripping from my body, that despair rendering me utterly motionless.

"Open the door—I'll sleep with you," Xia's mother insisted. If you don't open it, the old man will come, and then it'll be too late.

The moment Ye Tian finished speaking, the group spun and fled at once. This was a matter of life and death—no hesitation allowed.

"It's that fox spirit who stole Ran'er's heart!" Cold Aunt said, then realized her mistake—when she looked at Dai Ya, the girl's face was pale, as if stunned. Cold Aunt no longer cared to hide it; better to ask outright—if Dai Ya refused, at least they'd save time and emotion.

The back door was unlocked, with only one thug guarding it. Clearly something was happening inside—the thugs stood alert, full of energy.

"But you have no money—you can't buy good food," Li Yi said, almost laughing after hearing Li Lu's words.

"So rude!" Ye Tian said, yet chuckled, watching the big yellow dog beside the soothsayer sit neatly on a stool, waiting for food like a human.

I set an alarm on my phone to wake up at 4: 0 a. . perfect timing, when most people are still asleep, and that bowl of water would still be there, undisturbed.

Hearing this, Empress Dowager Gao grew listless. She had heard too many praises of her kindness and benevolence—was this all Mu Shi's scheme?

"Boss, why do you sit perfectly still during class?" This was the observation Chen Ming made after watching Li Yi through one entire lesson.

"Bang!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gunshot and a scream echoed down the hallway—eerily sharp in the silent night, making his body tremble slightly.

As the shadow passed through Lin Lang's body, he staggered; his already thin frame grew even thinner, streaks of white now threading through his black hair. Clearly, this technique was one of his last resorts—a heavy cost, rarely used.

It would be best to go together to rescue Attila and Gabawa, but he could wait no longer—if he didn't help them now, they would be in danger.

At the gate stood a middle-aged man in a black security uniform, his face stern, gazing absently at students passing by—when suddenly, a sweet greeting came from behind him.

"Don't do this again next time. Once I'm in the Immortal Realm, I won't be able to help you like this anymore." Duan Qiantian withdrew her hand and spoke coolly—anyone could hear the concern in her voice.

"Done for," Xuan Feng said, watching Zi Xun's expression, unable to suppress a laugh—a genuine, joyful smile.

"Let you go? Fine. Tell me the name of the force behind you, and I'll spare you—how about that?" The man behind him chuckled softly.

"Ningzhu, I've come back with something I'd like to discuss with you," Ye Feng cleared his throat, then spoke carefully.

Without Su Zimo's knowledge, an online debate had erupted.

Nong Xue bit her lip, gave no reply, but let out a loud, sharp "Hmph!" toward Gong Yuyue.