Chapter 179: Suffer a Little Longer, West Sea Cultivators—Let the Immortal Alliance Bear the Blame (1.02W)

In a cave realm outside some great heaven, all four directions were void gray, with no land or water to be found.

At the very center of the cave realm sat a spherical, multicolored, indeterminate object, slowly rotating continuously.

As the sphere rotated, scattered beams of colored light shot toward the edges of the cave realm.

The colored light seemed to carry immense power, yet also seemed merely to be transforming; when it collided with the gray boundary of the cave realm, the boundary expanded bit by bit.

The general idea was that, due to his merit in slaying alien demonic cultivators, the Heavenly Court had awarded him.

In the past, anyone locked in the ancestral hall could never leave before the punishment term expired.

At that moment, Du Juan stepped slowly out from the back hall carrying a silver basin; as she appeared beside Dong Ping, everyone in the hall caught a strong, intoxicating aroma of alcohol. The basin held warm yellow wine; Du Juan lifted Dong Ping's front robe, dipped a towel in the wine, and wiped his chest.

Just now, those fighter jets launched their attack from over ten kilometers away, and their strikes were extremely precise.

Thus, when the stock market opened, Yixin Group's financial specialists immediately bought large quantities of LG Group shares.

Liu Chong saw the Yellow Turbans choosing to cross the river, and sneered coldly. He had cavalry; ambushing halfway across was basic military wisdom—didn't the Yellow Turban commander know that?

Pi Hongfeng sneered: "Lin Beichen? He's merely a upstart, seemingly powerful, but how could he compare to Old Master?"

After defeating Bo Cai at Changshe, Huangfu Song joined Zhu Jun to suppress Bo Cai and Peng Tuo, then pacified the Yellow Turbans in Runan and Chen State. Only afterward did he and Zhu Jun split forces—Zhu Jun headed to Wan City, while Huangfu Song marched north to Dongjun; but before departing, Huangfu Song received some northern leads.

In early December, the Xianbei finally stirred—over a dozen tribes, seventy to eighty thousand men, invaded You and Bing Provinces.

He doted on his two disciples beyond measure; though not his own blood, they were better than blood. He had watched them grow up—they would never, no matter how bold, commit betrayal.

Qi Haoran sat impassively on the mat, thinking: If you were sent to the navy, I'd probably stop eating well and sleeping well.

Even though everyone knew Hu Man was innocent in the camp, they still dragged him out and cursed him again and again; now that the Mu and Hu families were clashing again, and Hu clearly stood to lose, everyone cheered on Mu's side.

"Always talking nonsense—you've seen this before, haven't you?" Mu Yi's praise made Qing Xian'er blush slightly, though inwardly she was delighted—after all, who doesn't enjoy praise from someone they like? Even a beauty like Xian'er was no exception.

How vile! Wasn't it just that, back when I managed the herb garden, I stole some herbs? I burned the ledgers already—how could one still be in Chonghe's hands?

Mo's father, filled with disdain and anger, sized up the scoundrel before him: simply handsome, with an uncommon aura; had he not stolen Mo Xunxun, Mo's father would have deemed him a fine man.

"Remember, it was people from Juntian City who killed her!" As he dispersed the surrounding formation, Jun Yunqing summoned the tall men previously sent to track and surveil her, and said coolly.

He Xi said with regret—he'd just gotten into the thick of his story, and now these two wanted to leave; he couldn't help but sound disappointed, yet he made no effort to stop them, for forced fruit is never sweet.

At that moment, Chang Wu and the others were held back by Ye Huangyu's group; seeing Ye Lingyue vanish, they could only grit their teeth helplessly.

Jiang Shaole took a sip, eyes brightening. The chicken soup tasted mild in salt, faintly sweet, with an indescribable fragrance.