Chapter 101: Qi Body Source Flow? Spirit Possession?

Everyone turned to look at Xiang Yihong Daoist Priest.

Xiang Yihong Daoist Priest kicked out his foot, hooking up a solid copper club that a bandit had dropped and rolled down the mountain path; with his right hand he snatched it up and casually spun a staff flourish.

Then Xiang Yihong Daoist Priest flipped the copper club behind his back and walked forward slowly, heading straight toward the big man.

In everyone’s gaze, Xiang Yihong Daoist Priest grew taller and taller.

Literally taller.

Aside from the first day, when the makeup artist and cameraman were short-handed and flustered, the second day they adapted to the rhythm.

This news struck Er like a bolt from the blue. He stared blankly at Fang; the beautiful female remained silent. His long-held beliefs collapsed, and Er gave up resistance entirely.

Zhao Xi saw what Zhong Mu had shoved into his hand and jumped— it was a cellphone.

Zhu Youning pinched his face, forcing his pupils to lock onto her eyes, readying her soul-seizing technique.

After being appointed head of the Weizhou Medical Academy, Chuan Wu showed exceptional work ability and enthusiasm, leading five auxiliary soldiers under Li Tianming into the academy’s construction.

As the top star in the entertainment circle, what’s strange about Dong Fangyi having connections who know her true identity?

Before him stretched a vast white ice plain. Snowflakes like goose feathers settled upon it, forming a thin layer.

When Shen Guhong devoured the seven-colored dragon, he noticed the changes within his body—he no longer suffered backlash from the evil dragon.

Yun Wu was certainly hungry, but the moment she thought of the only nutrition liquid available in takeout, she firmly shook her head.

The Yun Wu Immortal, who had always had only me in her heart and mind, was gone the moment she stepped onto the Wheel of Reincarnation.

I shifted my body and finally floated into the air. I don’t know what realm I’ve reached, but it’s above Immortal! Mostly because Zi Xuan is here—crossing the heavenly tribulation is a matter of minutes.

Sun Yuan quickly used a spell to reattach Ze Te’s severed arm; in the blink of an eye, the arm restored completely, leaving no scar—unless you noticed the torn sleeve, you’d never guess it had just been cut off.

True qi surged within him like a tidal wave, flowing faster and faster; the Baihui point throbbed with painful pressure. Yang Siqi’s mind stood firm as a reef, watching coldly as the qi splashed inside him—once, twice, three times… until finally, with a deafening “crack,” the qi found its outlet and burst forth from the Baihui point.

“Sela Rongrong, a lovely name. Good luck. Sorry, I must go. May we meet again…” The black-robed man turned and left, soon vanishing into the darkness.

Liu Dingtian thought for a moment and said: first, he didn’t believe Ye Xuan would harm him; second, since Jinshan was a family heirloom of the Jin clan, it couldn’t possibly be an imprint from Golden Sand.

Ban Siliang returned to the Netherworld; about an hour later, a ghost with white form streaked with red drifted out. Fang Tianmu infused it with life, and the ghost rapidly took human shape before their eyes.

A few passing students nearby happened to glimpse this scene and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

The voices grew quieter; the three whispered among themselves, occasionally bursting into laughter. Cheng Yougui listened to the laughter inside the room and felt inexplicably irritated—someone else’s family was about to suffer. Better not to hear, he ordered the servants under the eaves to step farther away, then strode off.

Even though Lu Zhen had prepared himself, after hearing Zheng Huachun’s detailed list of accusations against him, he was stunned and bewildered, unable to recover his composure for a long while.

“Big… Big Sister, after you hear me out, you’ll thank me.” Chi Ningfeng’s voice cracked—who knew he’d once played cruel tricks on Ningxia? Doing evil always brings retribution.