Chapter 170: An Immortal Strokes the Crown and Bestows Longevity; Yulou Is So Frightened His Ears Ring (10.4K)

"Fu Jiao, I pay respects to my Master!" Zhou Fujiao urged his technique and spoke aloud.

Satisfied, Master Mangxiang gave a slight nod and raised his arm, gesturing to the gathered Purple Mansion cultivators who had come to attend the master-acceptance ceremony.

"Alright, let the banquet begin, fellow Daoists. It has been many years since we last met; today we must drink a few more cups!"

Though it was called a banquet, the two hosts of the feast were, respectively, a white shadow who could not eat a single grain of food, and a stone puppet that did not even have a mouth.

This scene, in Yulou's eyes, carried a touch of the absurd, and at the same time also

Gu Ling'er rubbed her eyes in bewilderment, looked again, and it was still somewhat blurry. Only at this moment did Gu Ling'er suddenly recall that she had not closed her eyes for the entire night; not only did her eyes ache with a sour, gritty pain, they were practically fighting each other, unable to stay open.

As the vast surge of heaven and earth spiritual energy boiled, five primordial giant elephants took shape, and with the weight of sinking mountains they crashed into the opponent's five giant elephants.

Looking across the ten thousand people present now, only Chu Chen was the most suitable to fight side by side with Xia Qianwei.

Thinking of this, Gu Ling'er's heart was unspeakably delighted. Little did she know that, at this very moment, a voice that left her completely baffled drifted over.

The people in line, seeing the steward of Fengyun Lou come out to suppress the scene, fell silent; no one dared to cause trouble any longer, and they all queued up quietly.

The moment these words were spoken, the crowd immediately pieced together several of the matters Wang Feina had hidden away. In the apocalypse, there were simply far too many cases of close friends killing each other and companions betraying one another; as long as they had a brain, they could spin all sorts of colorful stories.

Before Su Mengyao's words had even faded, her eyes flashed, and she swiftly lay down on the bed, immediately closed her eyes, and resumed her earlier pretense of being ill.

And the grade of the Seven-Colored Revolving Shield had reached the late five-star King-tier, equivalent to a human martial artist at the peak of Copper Bone to early Iron Viscera.

After the meal, owing to the fatigue of the journey, the City Lord of Ons had early on arranged for Taige and the others to wash up and rest.

Because they did not know the black-clothed man's name, Taige and Alice only erected a plain stone tombstone for him, without inscribing a single word. The tombstone had also been casually carved by Alice.

The optimistic and naive Xia Songyun picked up a scallion oil pancake; before she could even bring it to her mouth, she was conquered by its rich fragrance.

Though the rumors and gossip were baseless talk, one point they made was correct: he had indeed managed to get in touch with someone from the upper echelons.

This level refers to farmers who have always been able to ensure their fields' harvests were considerably higher than the average, and who, while being particularly strong in one area such as disaster resistance or yield increase, also performed above standard in all other respects.

Ji Sheng had just bathed, a towel wrapped around his perfect physique; seeing the message Tu Yaoyao had sent, the corner of his mouth curved up without his noticing.

Just as he was adrift, unsure of which direction to focus on, an international phone call cut off all his thoughts.

Only in his teens, and merely holding the title of Regent, Crown Prince Zhu Cilang could not forcibly suppress it even if he wanted to.

Although CNC machine tools were far more advanced than ordinary traditional lathes, their operation had not become harder; on the contrary, there were many specialized formed blades, so one did not need to painstakingly practice the skill of sharpening knives as with ordinary lathes.

"Don't go." He was naturally a busybody, but He Yuzhu harbored an instinctive loathing for Xu Damao.

Beyond her identity as a member of the Xiao clan, Xiao Qingxuan was also regarded highly by Xiao Yichen for her future Dao path.

Once someone found a pretext to raid the household and the silver and property were made public, how could a clean reputation possibly be preserved?

The moment Mu Yao saw Mu Xue, he could not wait to open his mouth and ask. Mu Yao had only managed to piece together scattered fragments; in other words, he trusted that Mu Xue would appear before him with the complete information. Mu Xue was his proudest heir, and even if Mu Huan were to come, it would still be the same.

Hu Yong nodded. Mu Xue's looks were indeed beautiful, no less than a celebrity's; only the scars on her face had never faded, and Mu Xue had never tried to conceal the marks on her face either—she was quite bold and open about it.