Chapter 1906: Supreme Great Sun Sword Disciple

Luo Wusheng, following the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade, had walked every road and climbed every mountain he would never have traversed in the remaining decades of his life.

A sixth-tier genetic punch does not necessarily possess greater strength than a fifth-tier one. Generally, a sixth-tier genetic punch ranges from seven thousand to eighteen thousand, so those who believe that a realm higher guarantees double the strength of a lower realm are mistaken.

For if they called security, perhaps by the next day they would be packing their bedding and leaving; thus, they could only let it be. This young master before them was not someone they could offend; had it been an ordinary person, they would have called security long ago.

Tianxing, seeing this, truly dared not look further; he feared Qingsi might fail to withstand this move and lose to the heart demon, yet worry as he did, his eyes would not leave Qingsi's figure for a single moment.

Anyone can imagine the pressure the old man was enduring at that moment, as if facing a very difficult calculus problem: solving it meant survival, yet you had not even grasped the meaning of the question itself, let alone how to solve it.

"I know; wait for my return." Lu Hong smiled at Lu Xiang'er and Zhaoxia, then bowed deeply to Lu Xu Erniang and Song Yuan before turning, handing over his token, and entering the imperial palace.

The master of the church slowly approached, whispered a few words to him, and then departed; finally, within the dim church, only the old man holding the golden great sword remained, an atmosphere of utter silence and utter eeriness.

Congqian had vaguely heard that although the Yun lineage had been passed down for centuries, the direct branch's descendants had never been particularly numerous. Ultimately, the Yun family produced too many lovesick souls; this was evident from the legend of the Yun ancestor and Nie Weinong, the founding empress of the Great Xi.

Upon seeing Song Yuan's polite, smiling face, the Zheng matriarch called over Lady Zheng, Zheng Tong, and Zheng Feifei to pay their respects to Song Yuan together. As for Lu Xu Erniang behind Song Yuan, the Zheng matriarch seemed not to see her at all, immediately shifting her gaze back to Lu Hong.

Just as Shen Zhou was being driven to the brink of death during the school's military training, on the Phoenix Society side, Yan Fang, the president of Sanyou Finance and one of the Three Friends brothers, had already tracked down a suspicious group appearing recently in the stock trading hall.

It was far beyond what ordinary people could afford; better to honestly purchase the low-grade and mid-grade Qi-Refining Liquids.

As expected, the moment Li Jiayan finished speaking, Tang Qianshan fell into thought, then looked at Li Jiayan with a face of sudden realization; he was not angry, merely showing a hint of difficulty in his expression.

He gripped the seat handle tightly, with such force that the knuckles of his fingers turned slightly white.

Jiang Sheng sneered disdainfully, did not stop, rushed before Long Xiaotian, and lifted his foot to stomp hard on the man's other leg.

Yet no one expected that this time, the California United Group would set its sights on the Asia-Pacific market.

Xu Youran's handsome face instantly flushed crimson; the words "protect you" echoed in her ears, causing her heart to beat faster for no apparent reason.

Looking again at the several figures behind him, each was broad-shouldered and burly, with shaved heads, looking as if black bears had become spirits; they were nothing short of terrifying.

Although he did not very much wish to offend the late-stage Qi-Refining cultivator before him, he also did not wish to be taken advantage of by Bai Bai.

Hearing these words, Xia Jiancai could not help but blurt out a curse; although he had previously thought the arrogant and domineering Niu Jianfeng was brainless, he never expected this fellow to be so utterly foolish.

He looked down at himself; his physique was identical, his hands and feet were all present, yet his entire body was illusory like a solid shadow, faintly carrying a flowing, colorful hue; if there were a mirror, he would see that the eyes of his phantom body were unusually bright.

Not long after, the two returned to Yizhi Mountain; upon landing, Fang Zheng scattered the various seeds of the cold bamboo in the backyard, then manipulated the cold bamboo to grow rapidly, forming a bamboo grove in the courtyard of Yizhi Temple, though it did not grow further down the mountain.

Acquiring poultry, eggs, and local products at Zhengjiaji was one thing, for it was naturally a place where people and goods converged, but when acquiring them near Baibao Village, the people of the surrounding four li and eight townships found it a novel business.

Those wind blades emitted a silver-bright glow; after slaughtering the hungry wolves, not a single drop of blood stained them.

Tonight was the seventeenth; although the moonlight could not compare to the sixteenth night, it was still very bright, merely missing a small sliver.

In the fourth year of Huichang, the sixth month, it was forbidden for temples to ring bells, and for monks and nuns to leave the temple after noon, thereby disrupting the temple's daily activities and severing the movement and contact of Buddhist personnel.

Not long after, Chang Kai was summoned inside; he was still wearing an apron stained with flour or something else, and the moment he entered the room, the confusion on Chang Kai's face turned to unease and panic, his waist bending involuntarily much lower.

"I have said all that needs to be said. Hun Xin, you were once the Palace Master of the Hun Tian Palace; do you possess only this much insight?" Li Tianchen cut in coldly.

But she absolutely would not allow Beiming Zixiu and Jun Qi's wedding night to be disturbed; after all, it happens only once in a lifetime, and they must be left with a beautiful memory.

Su Jiu was not shy; with a few long strides, she reached the black coffin, took the medicinal powder, and began to strip the corpse's clothes.

Ye Tangmu was the overall person in charge, meaning he might arrive at any moment, and as long as he wished, he could train them at any time.

Feng Chu'er said no more; beneath her sleeves, her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white; on her face, aside from a touch of gloom, nothing else could be discerned.