Chapter 121: The Golden Vajra Talisman Secured

Gu Zhao couldn’t help laughing, thinking the old Daoist was truly blunt.

So he was equally direct: “Thank you, Dao Master, for your esteem, but I cannot come to the Celestial Master’s Mansion. This visit is actually to ask for your help.”

Master Mingyu asked curiously, “What is it?”

Yun Yang also looked at Gu Zhao with curiosity; this time, Gu Zhao had acted mysteriously, as if certain of winning him over, and Yun Yang wanted to know what he truly intended.

“I want to see the Celestial Master.”

The Emperor flung the jade scepter he had been playing with straight at the minister’s face, smashing it open on impact.

Lin Xuan’s face showed no smile; instead, his expression grew darker. Clearly, the task Zang Zhen Tian had asked him to do today was no simple matter.

Geronimo rubbed his right cheek, wondering how to concoct an excuse to cover it up—after all, sporting such a face was a serious eyesore.

These relatives, fully aware their mother was gravely ill, still forced her to kneel and beg forgiveness, wishing she would drop dead on the spot.

Second, the Taiyi rank is high enough that using it as a manifestation would never diminish one’s stature, and since this world has no worship of Taiyi, its corresponding Dao fruit and laws remain unclaimed—perfectly vacant, ideal for future immortal cultivation planning.

“I’ll definitely behave better from now on, avoid injuries as much as possible, and if I can’t avoid them, I’ll tell you immediately.” He had learned his lesson this time.

Although takeoff and landing requirements were lowered, its excessive size and energy consumption meant it could only serve as a specialized aircraft. In the end, S.H.I.E.L.D. had to swallow their tears and complete it.

Three different people used the same technique, leaving identical traces in the same place—but those traces, like a proclamation, warned everyone who saw them.

Ma Chao was equally surprised; he hadn’t expected Zhang Mo to launch a surprise attack on Wuwei Commandery—he’d received intelligence just days ago that Zhang Mo was besieging Bingzhou.

Beckett helplessly watched the two, finally yielding to Kassell’s gaze, and reluctantly pulled out his phone to check Ash’s credentials.

“But the more dangerous the tomb, the more valuable what’s inside must be!” someone else said.

With a loud bang, the hospital door was flung open, the metallic clang against the wall so sharp it left everyone momentarily stunned.

Qin Liang answered offhandedly—he never needed to think before uttering such sappy, flattery-filled words; they simply spilled from his lips.

So they dared not pursue Hua Jian Yu, even though they suspected his involvement; first, they feared a trap, and second, even if they caught him, they had no concrete proof—so they could only accept their bad luck and guard the remaining spiritual springs.

Shen Ruoxi had no idea how to deal with Qin Liang! This guy’s thick skin was utterly invincible.

Seeing Qin Liang smirk at her with clear disdain, Shen Ruoxi immediately retorted with another question.

Bi Yunyang raised his hand, and someone immediately brought over a luxurious lounging couch. She flashed a hint of satisfaction, then leaned back lightly, assuming an air of supreme superiority.

Qin Liang laughed bitterly—he hadn’t lied at all; he hadn’t taken the matter seriously, because even if Shen Ruoxue and the others became police officers, they were only helping Yang Shiyun and Mei Zi—they were all family anyway, what was there to care about?

The tall cultivator collapsed to his knees, drops of crimson blood falling to the ground, making his pallor even more stark.

To Li Xiu Er, this world was entirely unknown—like the fog of war in Summoner’s Rift. At first, when he arrived in this world’s corner, he was no better than a frog at the bottom of a well.

After returning to base, Urgot had already landed a Death Sentence, and after taking heavy damage, the Duelist’s lane became increasingly difficult; now, the Duelist was down 25 kills to Urgot’s, in dire disadvantage.