Chapter 164

Yuan Zhengju was a standard Droplet Cave cultivator, deeply skilled in water arts, his divine ability being Cloud-Walking and Mist-Striding.

Walking and moving—as the name suggests—this divine ability excels in speed, making it an auxiliary-type power.

Compared to ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, Yuan Zhengju's speed was vastly superior, allowing him to serve as the cloud-bus driver ferrying raiding cultivators, chasing Wang Yulou to kill him... or so?

The enemy had already brought people to his doorstep—there was no need to hesitate.

Their eyes met; Shan Siyan felt a sudden brightness before her, the anger sparked by his words vanishing instantly, as she began to closely examine Yan Liang.

Ye Jin now intended to make this fire burn especially fierce—anyone who slacked off or tried to cheat wouldn't be allowed to stay here.

Jingkong, seated beside Ye Jin, was the most unreserved, speaking to him as if to his own ancestral patriarch—no formalities needed.

Upon their first meeting at Yongxin Tea House, his intent was clear, yet You Tingrong casually tossed aside the hairpin he gifted her, making it obvious she wished no further entanglement.

Liang Jinshang cooks well, but he'll have countless chances to eat her food in the future—no need to force himself.

This is their opportunity; if they can seize it to grow strong enough to resist the False Gods, the lifeforms of Blue Star can break free from the False Gods' control.

You Tingrong pulled the dazed You Tingjiao along, head bowed, not glancing once at Shan Yunxin, closely following Chi Qinghuan as they departed.

The group in the dense forest was Xiang Yunsheng and others; they had left Xiangya Sword Sect and, after one day's travel, reached this mountain range—a vast expanse stretching over a thousand li, the only route from Shangyang Kingdom to Xuanyang Kingdom, forcing them to rest here after a full day's journey.

Under such relentless torment, the dying Feng Wan could not hold out long—he collapsed into unconsciousness, death merely a matter of time.

Princess Ruoxi was somewhat angry; though she strongly disapproved of her brother's governance since taking the throne, she still hoped her country's subjects would unite against foreign invaders when the nation was attacked.

"Here." At that moment, Xiang Ziyao reached out and placed a black sword into Tianming's hand. What else could it be but Mo Mei?

"That's right! I, Guan Yunchang, survive on three things: righteousness, righteousness, and damn it—righteousness!" Yunchang snorted loudly, boasting wildly. Hey, aren't you showing off in front of the girl?

The beauty said: "Of course not. Actually, my situation is the same as yours. I'm just a traveler passing through, wanting to rest here briefly, but this rat tried to... tried to assault me, wu wu..." She covered her face and began to cry.

But when Cheng Lingzhi was packing up to leave for the day, she received a call from Li Huanran inviting her to dinner; after some thought, she agreed.

"What wind blew the venerable Wu Immortal here?" Mr. Zhang clasped Wu Qingyun's hand and said.

"There's not enough milk." Murong Lanxin lifted her cup as if someone might snatch it away.

What floated lightly was not the wind, but Ren Wenqiu's own sensation. The pale moonlight stretched his shadow long and thin; a few withered leaves drifted down with the breeze, adding a touch of desolate melancholy to the world.

But when the accumulated nourishment within it was ruthlessly plundered, it released Murong Jianxin, and all its vines retreated like a receding tide.

When Tianming returned to the spot, at least four rings of Qin soldiers surrounded him, their weapons severed. Achieving this was due to Tianming's immense power, yet it also relied heavily on Zong Fei Heng's sharpness—even Gai Nie's Yuan Hong paled in comparison.

"Then try it." Wu Yang punched a black boulder ten meters tall beside him.

I don't believe it! I won't let this stand! I'm going! You're fooling me again! Forget it! This issue! What do you want me to do!