Chapter 186: Seven Thousand Li of the Western Sea, Blessed by Divine Light—Yet How Many Immortal Sovereigns Does the Red Lantern Illu

Two fewer votes isn’t really a big deal, even if those two votes decided the success or failure of the Mang Xiang Golden Core proposal.

What truly turned the Immortal Elders’ faces pale was this voting result, combined with Mang Xiang having two Purple Mansion disciples... and combined with the words Mang Xiang had spoken upon entering the Immortals’ Platform just now...

Apparently, some things were entirely different from what they had expected.

That is, there exists a possibility—that Mang Xiang, this lowly one—

After receiving this news, Zhang He did not relax; the wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains were limited and could not sustain ten thousand people—merely prolonging their dying breath.

But it didn’t matter; he had already thought of these things, or rather, everything was within his expectations.

As long as Yuan Shao’s strength could be preserved to some degree, he would be far stronger when facing Cao Cao in the future.

This Japanese tea house was very popular in Long Chen Country, selling various desserts, chilled drinks, and more.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and walked off the viewing platform with her back turned. Hadn’t she, too, been troubled in her heart?

We had also secretly discussed matters with the city’s General, so even if any Nanwu tribe spies had infiltrated the city, there would be barely any—but now it seems the situation differs greatly from what we assumed.

Seeing the newcomers, Wu Tian and Guo Qian stood up and walked toward them; the two groups drew closer.

Hua Yang directly raised a hand to cover his eyes, though the gaps between his fingers were unusually wide.

Yet before Xue Qingyuan appeared, an unexpected figure suddenly descended from the sky.

When facing the demon envoy’s provocation, Xie Jialiang said nothing; instead, the western frontier monk stepped forward—not because he was truly afraid.

He didn’t know that people have specialties; just as Jian Ning couldn’t handle a single garment or sew a shoe sole, everyone has weaknesses.

“Zhengyang, come here.” Wu Zhenzhen called her son to her side: “Xiong Ruixue or Yang Zhouxian?” Back then, when Yang Zhouxian told Jing Zhengyang she was pregnant, Wu Zhenzhen had asked him the same question.

Under my persistent pursuit, I gained the chance to have dinner with her, and afterward, I smoothly became her legitimate boyfriend.

Lin Xi lit up her phone screen and immediately saw Yun Yang sitting quietly on the sofa in a white robe, his eyes ringed with red veins, as if he had cried.

“How dare you attempt to assassinate the Crown Prince? Speak—who sent you as a spy?” one of them shouted loudly.

Jiang Yun nodded thoughtfully and said: “Uncle, call the village chief of Xia and the others! Tell them all to stay far away from the northern cemetery! No matter what sounds they hear, don’t come near. Let’s go—we’re leaving now to see what changes have occurred in the northern ghost land?!”

Originally intending to walk over to the opposite side to join the commotion, Jiang Yun thought carefully and decided it was better not to go yet. He took out the Xuan Huang paperweight, cinnabar, and other items, and began drawing talismans inside the room.

Unexpectedly, after waiting only a short while, Lin Xi suddenly felt her whole body growing hotter, her breathing becoming heavier, and she felt that desire arise.

Heidou’s fur was slightly curled, thickly coated with mud that wouldn’t shake off—only a bath could clean it properly.

Then, thunder and lightning erupted, and another sword beam shot toward the heavens, approaching from afar, its radiance unceasing—it was the Lord of Tongtian arriving with his disciples.

She didn’t know what had come over her; if it had been before, she would have simply taken anything valuable on the spot—why was she hesitating now? Especially since the garment before her was clearly a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

He gently pulled out the living brick; light seeped through the air holes into the room. Then he bent his knees slightly, leaned forward, and silently observed the movements outside.

There, Mu Yulan was still wailing before Mu Xuanye, accusing Mu Yinyin and the nursemaid of conspiring together.