Chapter 181

The Immortal Alliance governs territories spanning several continents; the Wunan Basin is merely one of its northern regions.

But this major power itself is not strong—it is merely regarded by great cultivators as the ultimate form of a consensus, serving as a platform for them to rule their domains and find the greatest common interest.

The Immortal Alliance holds power not because it inherently possesses authority, but because it accommodates the powerful factions under it.

Within the Immortal Alliance, there are no Jin Dan cultivators above.

Fang Qi held a candlestick and slowly approached the Golden Flower Granny, who lay face-down on the ground, a large pool of blood already spreading beneath her.

The shadow bowed its head and said, “Yes!” It hesitated as it slowly walked toward the temple, glancing back with every step.

This skill is incredibly insane! Especially if you want to navigate ancient bureaucratic politics—or join the imperial court—having this skill means you can thrive, as long as you’re not completely clueless. Even someone with zero political sense can surely find a lifelong successful official to serve as a patron, right?

The Military Intelligence Bureau was established very early and spent enormous time on training. Some of its elite agents even mastered lip-reading and sign language, using lip-reading to steal intelligence and sign language to transmit it.

Just as Bai Zi Kang was in utter despair, contemplating biting his tongue to end it all, his angel appeared.

As the administrator of the prefecture, the Qingyuan Sect naturally bore the responsibility, so it turned this matter into a mission and assigned it to Yang Que and the other three.

The red sun slanted westward unnoticed; Di Shuye finally opened his eyes, gave a slight nod toward the sky, then shot off the platform with a “whoosh,” flying down into the gorge.

Hearing the glasses man’s assurance—and especially the middle-aged man’s words—the bald man released the glasses man, letting him try again. Didn’t the electronic voice say there were still two chances?

He bowed his head, overwhelmed with grief; occasional flashes of hatred in his eyes were extraordinary—but he concealed them superbly.

Over these five years, he had become very famous within the Human Immortal Court, precisely because no matter how dangerous the mission, once he accepted it, he never failed to complete it.

“This isn’t urgent. The matter has reached this point; the truth will eventually come to light,” Ning Han spoke reassuringly, her tone firm.

When Bai Yuyou heard Ye Shuang ask this, she pulled out a Spirit Ball; a white flash appeared, and Guisi materialized. She lightly pointed a finger, and Guisi stared at Ye Shuang with glowing eyes. Instantly, Ye Shuang felt his body freeze, as if a transparent shell had formed around him—but after several seconds, he returned to normal.

TS hadn’t even been founded yet; Tencent, like ICQ and MSN, still looked down on this market. There could never be a better opportunity to break into the overseas market than now.

“What a pity for that tree—these ninety-nine spiritual fruits are likely its last breath of primordial energy!” Li Qingtong murmured to himself, fixing his spiritual sense on the “precious pearls.”

“The second method is this!” He pulled out a bead—the second one he’d obtained on the Azure Dragon Star, a white jade bead with cracks and glowing light.

“By the way, Father, do you know if Grandma had two incomplete seals?” Ning Mo asked curiously.

The opponent was already preparing for Golden Core formation: three auxiliary elixirs for Golden Core formation, and a complete set of materials for crafting his life-linked magic treasure had been neatly categorized and laid out.

Fortunately, Jiang Feimo’s house had excellent soundproofing; otherwise, how could he possibly have slept through such loud noises upstairs?

Therefore, he would not seek to reconcile with Su Huan just because she was the true heiress of the Xie Group.

“Hmph, don’t blame me for being ruthless—blame yourselves for following the wrong person.” I snarled coldly, slashing the dagger straight across the throats of the Long Group members. This time, I didn’t hesitate at all—I went for the kill.

True sisters, they acted immediately; thus, Mu Qin Zhi was also dragged from bed and joined the meal.

“Let’s go home first,” Mu Qin Zhi forcibly took Ye Ning’s hand, ignoring the other’s discomfort. Ye Ning waved his hand and strode out of the Leng household first; Mu Qin Zhi wiped his sweat and hurried after him, wondering why the future felt so bleak—this was the consequence of choosing a dominant woman.

This was too strange. Hui An was always extremely meticulous, punctual and disciplined; he rarely changed plans once made. Could something unexpected have happened?

“And you? Still going to bully others?” I sneered at the thirty-year-old man, then turned to the handsome man.

Mu Biewei left the Fenghe Courtyard and walked along the palace road toward the Xuanshi Palace. But after only a short distance, she saw someone approaching slowly—his fox fur cloak slightly open, revealing the pale, plain collar of his inner robe. His demeanor was calm and leisurely, as if strolling to admire the scenery. Wasn’t that Nie Yuansheng?

“That thing—lying. Ke’er sister lied,” Li Yi said, puckering his lips.

Sigh, she really had no idea what other identities this woman held. Listen to how she casually called others “guest minister,” “clan master,” “chairperson”—each title would shock anyone who heard it. Jun Chi felt his world was too narrow; even his own position as emperor seemed insignificant.

But his overtures were rejected by Feng Qingyang. Clearly, Feng Qingyang was also a cold-natured person.

The hybrid spell shot forward at lightning speed into the large red gourd. At that moment, Ling Jue Zhenjun Yan Xiao felt a sudden sharp pang in his heart.

Someone was hiding in the wind? His soul spirit was instantly terrified—he tried to flee immediately, but the wind bound him tightly; even moving a single inch was excruciatingly difficult, utterly impossible to escape.

Thousands of shipboard cannons spat flames, smoke filling the air; countless shells struck the shipyard, instantly reducing it to shattered fragments, exploding like fireworks.

With a pop, the upper half of the metal sphere split open. A green beam shot out, forming a three-dimensional architectural diagram.

Liu Ziyue and Yao Chunxiang looked up in shock, seeing a delicate face with a confident smile.

But the best tribute sweet potatoes were still the red-fleshed ones that had been dug up and sun-dried; those not sun-dried still held too much moisture and tasted inferior. Still, Le Lang figured that anything inside the Yu Ru Yi space couldn’t possibly be bad.

A cursory glance revealed fewer than five hundred people, and no one else emerged from underground.

Gold, silver, red, blue, green, purple—one thousand orbs, none sharing the same hue. A thousand colors shimmered in mutual radiance, as if the ancient starry sky had been reborn, dazzling beyond measure.

Yi Han dismounted and saw before him an ordinary mansion. Though the Cai family’s wealth could easily afford such luxury, the wise know to be humble, to preserve themselves, and avoid drawing excessive attention.

Star Moon Zhenjun immediately understood: although one “Dragon Crocodile Beast” was not fearsome, and several Jin Dan True Persons together might kill it, if they delayed too long, other ancient beasts might break free from their chains—then they’d truly be trapped in a situation of nine deaths and one life.