Chapter 94

“Huh?”

Upon hearing Master Yihong’s words, Master Xiuxun and Wang Runheng were both startled.

Yun Yang was eager to act but still deferred, “Let Gu Zhao go first.”

Gu Zhao smiled and asked Yun Yang, “Have you ever encountered these yin impurities before?”

“Only once, in the countryside,” Yun Yang said, still yearning for more. “Rare encounters, hard to come by.”

Gu Zhao couldn’t help but laugh. “Then you go ahead.”

“Why

Instantly, Mo An swept his right hand, bringing Su Ling to the gates of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

The bath chamber where Wen Zhi bathed adjoined her bedroom, accessible only through a single door, with guards stationed outside.

He kept walking forward, his body moving purely on instinct, step by step, until Tang Feng’s consciousness gradually faded, ready to collapse at any moment.

This imprisoned Meng Kai appeared to be a man of extremely deep internal strength; no ordinary person could break these four iron chains or bend the prison cage.

Early the next morning, Shen Qingqi arrived at the Main God Plaza, licking her lips as if savoring last night’s main course, then smiling as she contacted the Main God.

The people of Yu Zui Ao have always lived in peace, their lives poor and uneventful, with nothing truly worth remembering.

Upon arriving, overwhelmed by so many cameras, she felt completely out of place and didn’t know what to do.

“This morning, I went with Sister Chen to the neighboring office, where Director Xiang Dong of the Variety Department chatted with me all morning and made a decision.”

Not to mention the countless battle-hardened generals in Tang’s army, and the innumerable troops forged by war!

Though surrounded by men, Li Cheng and Li Wan, both inexperienced youths, still refused to let others see their private parts.

But Qi Fan thought the title was acceptable enough—compared to the earlier “Brother Qi,” this “Big Brother Qi” felt more natural.

“Food’s here! Time for a proper meal—I’ve been locked up for nearly half a month, eating nothing but weird stuff. Now that I’m free, I can finally eat real food!” Kou Qingtong drooled at the delicious dishes on the table, then began devouring them.

He arrived at his own spiritual field, not far from the courtyard, just a few zhang ahead. Weeds grew thickly—some were first-grade Xunxun grass, worthless in value, merely cut to feed spiritual pets.

He only needed to see the outcome; how the actions unfolded was his subordinates’ concern. Too much exertion would easily drain his life.

Yet even from just a glimpse, Chen Hao felt the power of the Three Flavors Fire. He fully believed that once he mastered it, it would rival his perfected Palm Thunder technique.

He had heard rumors of a “special” aircraft in the Academy City capable of reaching any corner of the world in moments, but clearly not meant for “ordinary people.”

Jing Hua’s answer came in the form of Jun Yan’s powerful arm, hurling him toward three disciples of Danqing Ridge.

“Hehe… Good! I’d like to see if I can survive until tomorrow!” But Tang Fan wasn’t afraid—he walked straight to Man Mengmeng’s side in front of Hu’s father and son, then smiled calmly at Hu Badao.

The great hall slowly opened, revealing a dim world. Before Liu Wuchen stood a altar twice the size of the entrance, and faintly visible upon it sat a black-robed figure, head bowed, draped in a long robe, his seated height reaching two meters.

“What’s for dinner tonight?” Gu Chen shifted the topic, easing the earlier awkwardness.

Seeing Ling Qing turn to leave, the servant suddenly spoke—but cut off mid-sentence.

Having guessed the coin’s side correctly, Andre was ecstatic and opened his mouth to mock, perhaps saying, “Even God won’t favor you, this impolite Chinese.”