Chapter 123: Yun Yang Is Also a Man Who Loves a Good Show

“Unambitious?” Yun Yang blinked. “Then a hundred?”

Gu Zhao, “...”

Maybe I should just keep my Thunder Seed for now?

Yun Yang emphasized, “Most people today don’t need Tian Gang Talismans, but Jin Gang Xuan Lu are genuinely useful—who knows when you might get hit by something falling from above or a car suddenly bursting out?”

Not to mention, my dad got bumped by a car the other day while riding his electric scooter to buy groceries—if he’d had a Jin Gang Xuan—

Ming Tian Jun, Master of Bai Yunguan, Wu Fa Zunzhe, and Tao Mr. all appeared before Zhongyuan Hall, each with faces dark as thunder.

Through this talisman, Zhong Li could return swiftly to Qi Ling Sect. Then, he could use the great array atop the sect’s inner hall, which connected to the Immortal Realm, to return there.

Because this research completely shattered moral boundaries and was extremely dangerous, it was forbidden, and nations worldwide jointly opposed it; only a few ambitious countries still conducted secret research, and among them, one nation had made great progress.

The Luo Fu Sect Master paid no attention at all, plunging straight down toward the demonic fire skull on the earth; the Juexian Sword revealed no special marvel—it looked like an ordinary sword held by a mortal.

With Chen Jing’s words, the village elder felt reassured and told the villagers, who then dared to go fishing in the river.

Duan Qiu nodded; at the very least, he needed to reach Wang Level Nine, then he could compete for certain opportunities.

Early in the morning, Su Zimo was woken by Zhang Jingyun’s call. He glanced at Su Xier, who had just opened her drowsy eyes, whispered soothing words to her, and only when she closed her eyes again did he sigh in relief, throw back the blanket, wear nothing but a pair of loose shorts, and silently step out of the bedroom to sit on the sofa.

The energy flowed with incredible speed—anyone else would have exploded—but Duan Qiu bore it effortlessly.

Yuan Xing quickly turned toward the source of the gunshots: one of his brothers had encountered a master, failed to kill him, and was instead shot dead in one shot.

“Wow, really? That’s great!” If they weren’t in the car, Chen Chen would have rushed to open it immediately.

After they sat on the sofa, Chen Chen snuggled into Leng Ruobing’s lap, cooing and telling her everything that had happened that day.

Suddenly, Yun Xian felt the entire world change—only two colors alternated: blood red and blue.

After hearing Chen Che’s words, she did not fear or flee—only froze for a moment, fresh tears spilling again from her reddened eyes, as she frantically grabbed Chen Che’s hands and burst into sobs once more.

Lu Qiming listened, gradually guessing seven or eight tenths of Lin Youzhi’s intent; his heart sank, and he sighed inwardly: “This girl...” This time, he had truly overreached.

Su Jiaohan froze—anyone could guess it came from the Fu family; who else would even think of that?

“Big sister, you sit. I’ll just fetch some water.” Mu Ying chuckled, snatched the basin, and stepped out the door.

The Fu couple still disliked Nan Shu; Fu Xixi had stolen someone else’s identity and still dared to keep attacking her—how could she possibly think everything in the Fu family was rightfully hers?

Wu Feng fell back into indecision, but he had no choice—Xiao Tian’ao had ordered it, so he had to comply.

A cracking sound rang out; the air around Zhang Yong turned crimson in an instant. The Five Elements fire, summoned by Zhang Yong, danced like the most lively spirits, tightly wrapping the giant ice ball. Fire and water clashed, emitting sounds of combustion and torrential release.

Otherwise, he could target Gu Yi once—he could target Gu Yi twice.

Song Yunxuan received the prison-recorded video the next morning; Mei Qi helped her play it.

The severed arm was so conspicuous. Under Bai Qi’s promotion, the White Fish People’s severed arm was framed as a sacrifice made for the tribe’s advancement.