Chapter 139: The

What nonsense is this?

Lin Mo, riding the immortal boat back to Spirit Cultivation Valley, frowned as he scrolled through forum posts about him and Chu Wange.

Everyone's saying something different!

The most outrageous was the popular thread titled: "The Story of Lin Mo and Chu Wange You Must Know…"

It detailed how "he" clung to Chu Wange's leg in the mortal world, how he lived as a kept man to secure his guaranteed admission, and how he relied on Chu Wange

Gao Huaide rose to take the military token and handed it to one of the scouts. "Take the shortcut, deliver the imperial decree at once." The two soldiers immediately obeyed and departed.

Her spiritual sense was strong enough that the water mist barrier she cast was nearly invincible against cultivators of the same realm.

What surprised everyone most was that the griffon did not attack Sareen—it bowed its head, allowing her to stroke it, its expression clearly showing pleasure.

The corridor was filled with cultivators wrapped in bandages; though injured, they now interacted harmoniously, no longer distant as before. People from all corners of the land had united through a battle of life and death.

The thin male cultivator flew into a rage, but Gong Pozi claimed she hadn't stolen anything—yet her group was already larger, and when she invoked the name of the City Lord's mansion, how many wouldn't be tempted?

A muffled thud rang out, accompanied by Zhi Guang's shrill cry. Chu Nanfeng felt his spirit reel; he swiftly retreated three zhang, suppressed his qi, and only then did his mind clear. He cried inwardly in alarm—his Shuangling spiritual sense had been wounded by the track force.

Her body also staggered backward several steps, and since she was utterly drained, she collapsed straight into the hot spring.

Ning Meng pouted, shooting Si Jiu a resentful glare; Si Jiu found her pouting gaze utterly adorable.

On another front, Luoke and Hilvanas arrived at the military camp responsible for defending the outer reaches of the Salaras Mountains. This was the garrison of the veteran legions, Firewing and Flame Blade.

He looked around for a moment, then shook his head thoughtfully, leading the group deeper into the valley. After winding nearly two hundred zhang, they reached a pond; to its west rose a cliff fifty to sixty zhang high, draped with green vines, while to the south, ancient trees towered, casting thick, emerald shade.

But Su Tan and the Phoenix Guard staff had no idea—they were lost in the first-hand news they'd obtained, speculating how this story might change their lives. The shock the white-robed giant had stirred in them had already faded.

Huangfu Qi naturally sensed something—he froze mid-movement. Strangely, the flame golems attacking him also halted, lining up neatly to one side, no longer frenzied as before.

A piercing scream had barely left his lips when the guard behind him surged past him, charging toward Ye Fei. His fate was much the same as the previous one—except his hands were both nailed to the white wall beside him.

Shi Xiang devoured the freshly brought ingredients in huge bites—this was how she vented her emotions.

But the young cultivator didn't even glance at Tang Chuan—not once since he appeared! He kept his eyes fixed on the Peony Immortal, his gaze simmering with something fiery.

A weak one? He called it a weak one! Never mind the classifier—but to say I'm weaker than my sister is going too far.

"Silver Lord, it's lunchtime." Soon after, Wu Dao Sheng walked in, casually smoothing the wrinkles on her robe, and spoke to Shi Wan Yin.

"I told you—your damaged spiritual sense makes you no match for me," the phantom said coldly from above.

He was a veteran; he knew that in sniping combat, staying still in one spot was suicide.

Others grabbed stools and chairs and charged toward the exit, battling the black-clad men at the door—but they were utterly outmatched, knocked to the ground in seconds.