Chapter 192: Filial Sons and Worthy Descendants Enter the Golden Furnace, Aid Me in Refining the Treasure-Returning Elixir

Since parting at Qing Xi Fang, Wang Yulou had never seen Guo Yaoyue again.

But not seeing did not mean forgetting.

The truth of the Demon-Suppressing Treasure Tower case was left uninvestigated because it had little to do with Wang Yulou.

The matter of Qing Xi Fang being controlled by a mysterious great cultivator back then, however, was closely tied to Yulou, and directly brought out the identity of the Red-Browed Tianshe Sect disciple, letting the Wang clan obtain the An Ning Lesser Grotto-Heaven.

As for Guo Yaoyue, Wang Yulou had not only not forgotten her, but remembered her well—

Now that his master had already suffered the hidden ailment of Heaven's Dao backlash, he likely wouldn't be able to exert much strength in the future, so it still fell to him to oversee the whole situation.

The natural comprehension, exchange, and transmission took quite a bit of time; when Li Ao's hand lifted from Katan's head, Katan's eyes stared straight at Li Ao, his gaze filled with disbelief and incredulity.

Sitting quietly in meditation within the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel at the origin ground of the Netherworld, regarding the requests of those divine races' divine ancestors, the Death Divine Ancestor Dharma Body conjured by Li Xuansheng did not refuse, and bestowed the method of breakthrough.

Zhao Ziqi also knew that tomb robbers were always greedy and cunning, but if one succeeded in entering a tomb, the gains would be extremely high.

A brown bear flew into the sky, passing right in front of her; as blood pierced through the bear's tall, big, thick, heavy body—

"When I get back to Shampo, I can actually ask around for you. I know a few impressive chefs—someone should know." Luo Hong did indeed know a few chefs. The extortionist Xia Qi counted as one, and Ibis and Peach Rabbit could count as two more among them.

"Damn, got played again, the situation's changed." Gao Lingyun's voice came through at once; that furious tone already let Ye Kaicheng clearly understand Gao Lingyun's current rage.

After saying that, Li Ao gently stepped back and found a corner to steady his mind. His left hand tightly gripped the Pantheon Arena at his chest; this thing was getting stranger and stranger, and now it had actually begun to beguile his mind—this change made Li Ao secretly begin to feel afraid.

Within the scope of the mercenary corps and the Golden Triangle Federation, what Wu Chen said was the decision; there was no voice of opposition, and no one dared to resist his will. The matter of Markus becoming the Federation government's administrative chief half a year later naturally would not be questioned, and of course there would be no complications.

Ming Fei glanced at him deeply before taking the water, holding the tea cup in her hand and gently swaying it slowly, with no intention of drinking at all.

Your Highness, already changing how you address me now? Still, this steward is fairly respectful, but if I really entered the palace, my identity would be truly awkward—besides, He Lan Mingyue certainly wouldn't let me off easy.

"No, it's not like that!" Xiao Yumin tried to explain something, but only drew more contempt and mockery from the crowd.

Purple Thunder True Person thought to himself: the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had named names and demanded Mu Feng, so they were nine or ten times out of ten aware that Mu Feng carried an Immortal Physique.

It was only a flash of a thought in his mind—damn it, aren't you going into my mouth? Then I'll just eat you all, so what?

Mo Ruxue's expression seemed somewhat troubled, as if she had indeed been covering for the Virtuous Consort just now. Seen this way, anyone would think the Virtuous Consort was making things difficult for Mo Ruxue—moreover, the facts were exactly so.

"Li'er, how are you?" Mo Yu Jingchen felt a surge of worry in his heart; seeing her pale face made him nervous and uneasy.

Big Brother was merely a chess piece Wei Fengze had set up using He Lan Mingyue; given an excuse, he could seize the opportunity to infiltrate and corrode the entire Yao Yan.

"Snow Glaze, let her go." Feiyue Liu Yun had already restored her eye color; in her ink-black pupils not a trace of unusual emotion could be seen, yet they were so deep they made one's heart tremble. Qian Mo had barely escaped with her life, but there was no saving her—her cultivation had scattered seven or eight tenths, and without a thousand or hundred years it could not be recovered.

Upon hearing someone call her, Ruo Li raised her head and surveyed the palace. Seeing Chang Lin with a smiling face outside the palace gate, she set the hair comb on the stone table and told Fu Qi to go find his own amusement.