Chapter 229

The elephant's attempt to ignite a civil war within the Immortal Alliance failed… or did it?

Hard to say; from Wang Yulou’s perspective, he saw that after Mang Xiang Xianzun acted, the true Immortal Zuns, Wa Huang and Zhu Zhao, both stepped forward to intercept.

How to put it? Wang Yulou pondered long before discerning the true meaning—no one could stop Mang Xiang alone unless they were willing to enter the fray themselves.

But for an Immortal Zun,

Upon seeing Fang Ze again, the old man’s expression grew even more troubled—though no one knew what exactly he worried about… Lin Chen smiled faintly; perhaps this old fox had sensed something too.

After some thought, Town Chief Tong decided he should call Hu Xixi—after all, if something went wrong at this critical moment, it would ruin the child’s entire future.

“Level Three Persuasion Quest: Persuade the Thousand-Year Fox Su Daji to abandon her suicidal thoughts. Reward: 500 yuan.” After pressing the blue button on his wristwatch, Wu Ming received this message in his mind.

Everyone sneered dismissively; if you’d said that about your sword-wielding lackey, it might’ve made sense—but you? More power? You’d be lucky not to cause chaos.

“Sssss~ Australia produces water buffaloes? Never heard that before!” Yang Wei chuckled inwardly, though he deeply admired the seller’s bluffing skill.

The foot massage parlor had no one getting foot treatments—the private rooms were brothels, pure and simple flesh trade.

But heaven seemed fond of the Liu clan of Nanyang: Liu Xiu won a great victory in Youzhou, and the Tanxiang Army surrendered to him at this very moment; he ascended as Xiao Wang in Handan, his fame spreading far and wide. This year, it was said he marched south to attack Dong Xian—truly, heroes emerge young.

She still wore her plain rain-clear-blue attire, a soft sash tied at her waist, silken tassels hanging gracefully on either side, her hair pinned in a simple falling-horse knot, adorned only by a single white palace flower—no other ornaments. She bowed her head, revealing a slender neck, truly looking pitifully delicate.

“What’re you staring at? Finally noticed you’ve got eyes, huh?” Yang Wei shot him a cold glance.

Facing the mother-and-child blades slashing from front and back, Ye Tianci dared not slacken for a moment, his expression taut.

Because the countless ants hatched by Lin Mu’s nesting chamber were also classified by the teleportation gate as “incarnations.”

If he took one million, his relationship with Qiang Ge would be endless.

Jiang Jiesi demanded sharply, speaking with absolute certainty, as if he had witnessed Ye Tianci kill Luo Chun.

“I just don’t want to help you—what’re you gonna do about it, monk? Are you really so eager to die?” The squirrel spirit fixed his gaze on Tang Sanzang.

If Chen Bei approached Xue Jianghai as a wandering herbalist, Xue Jianghai would likely distrust him—or even drive him away.

The enemy dared return—just as Lin Mu had said, they had prepared thoroughly, in their own estimation.

So whether they wanted to survive or Mu En himself wanted to live, the best course was to please this red dragon.

“If the Sand West is one of us, then I have no reason to act—but if not, they cannot be left alive.” Li Tongguang swirled his teacup, a faint smile curling his lips, his tone casual.

This monkey’s talent was undeniable: Puti Zushi taught him three years, and he attained Taiyi Jin Xian—achieving what others spent centuries or millennia to accomplish. One could not help but yield.

Lu Shaoqing was overjoyed to see her hesitate just now—he believed she was now reluctant to leave.

When he approached with skepticism yet truly saw the live-streaming popularity of Lu Yiming’s CSGO channel surge before his eyes, his tension spiked instantly.

Su Wanwan was busy hauling the tiger home and paid no attention to Chen Lanlan’s stunned expression.

A few hundred steps on, a massive circular platform appeared before them, surrounded by a sheer cliff a hundred zhang high; atop the platform, spotless, sat only a single cushion for one person.