Chapter 216: Cultivating Immortality, Cultivating Immortality—What Is an Immortal

Jin Mingdu was an exceptionally clever girl; even among the many dao companions Wang Yulou had deliberately screened, her intelligence ranked among the very best.

Before this, she had also clearly expressed to Yulou that her ambitions were not great.

Wang Yulou's intimidatingly deep, abyssal heart, and being a dao companion to such a heaven's pride—much of the time Jin Mingdu had to be extremely cautious, much like Zhou Yingxi who was brought along by Wang Yulou to play in high-end matches.

But at this moment she grabbed hold of Wang Yulou

"This is illegal! I'll sue you into bankruptcy!" Li Tianrong was utterly terrified, but still talked tough.

Zhao Shuangrou held up her hands, raised her pig-like face, and whimpered her way over to the two stewards of the Punishment Hall, saying nothing, only pitifully whimpering and crying.

When Yu Sheng heard this, how could he let her go back? Setting aside Meili and Peng Fei, the main thing was he feared that Ye Chen family—especially since that Ye Chen was still robust and strong. If he opposed them, given how their group was now skin-and-bones thin, it really was hard to say who would win.

Many people had already heard the news that she would be engaged to Wei Shaolong. Of course Zhang Yingjie was no exception; while envious and jealous, he could only sigh at Zhang Yingjie's good fortune in having taught such a disciple.

Because of Mu Ye's disappearance, Mu Chen, who was at the peak of the Yi Jing realm, had never gone to learn other qi-absorption methods. Because of the difference of one hidden meridian's qi-routing path, the gap between the two was quite large.

"Your defeated underling has come." The girl in the thin gauze veil glanced up toward the rooftop with her eyes, then looked at Mo Yao as she spoke, her tone carrying a few extra notes of mockery and playfulness.

Letting Mu Yang participate in the First Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament—at his age, even reaching the top eight would already be extremely difficult.

The Chang family held no small power in the military, and the clan would not permit a person of low aptitude to occupy a high position.

Yet True Lord Mo Chen did not know that his once-mighty fame, which had awed the four directions, was understood by her as a fungus in black soil, and he still went on introducing himself.

With a slight activation, a terrifying aura instantly billowed out, blocking the pressure, allowing the few Purple Moon Kingdom youths who had been drenched in cold sweat to finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Probably not needed." There should be people over at Qin Fangbai's place; An Fen going wouldn't really be of any help.

Zhao shi nodded, watched Li Danru get into the carriage, saw the carriage pass through the second gate, and only then bolted the door and went back.

The old woman acknowledged hurriedly and rushed out to pass the word. The two attendants caught up to Master Yao in a few strides, and shortly after, one on each side, they half-dragged, half-hauled the terrified, uneasy Master Yao into the tea house.

"You dare plot against my family, and you still expect me to let you off?" Xia Yang stared expressionlessly at Lin Quan and Kong Yuandong, whose faces were twisted in pain, as killing intent surged wildly within him.

Di Long, having heard this, gave a hand signal to Wang Jidong behind him, and Wang Jidong walked to the back of the stage to convey the order to begin.

Long ago, he had vaguely noticed some clues, and Xia Yang's words undoubtedly further confirmed his suspicions.

"Who exactly are you! What exactly do you want! Did you know my identity all along?" I sat on the ground and roared at the ghost-masked man.

I leapt straight up. Apparently the masked man hadn't expected me to dare resist, and I tackled him straight to the ground. But the masked man was very skilled—he kicked me away in one strike. By then my dad had already rushed over and pinned the masked man down.

She immediately felt the patch of ground beneath her buttocks go completely numb, and the pain was heart-wrenching. She didn't know why—just an honest fall—and yet it had hurt so terribly.

Shackles hung on his body, clanking loudly, immensely heavy, forged from the divine gold material used to craft Imperial weapons.

After all, it had now been a very long time since he had tasted fine food and wine. Although with the rise of his cultivation he no longer needed to eat, he was still human after all. In these rare moments of leisure, he had actually developed a taste for such elegance, so Xuan Gang's hosting of a banquet was even more effective than gifting treasures.