Chapter 147: Initial Completion of the Li Fire Divine Art

Bi Luo Island, ferry dock.

Lin Mo stood on the deck of a large immortal vessel, feeling the breeze against his face; his pale complexion slightly eased.

It had been half a month since his last visit here.

Last time, he had just entered the Spirit Void Realm and nearly suffocated from the density of its spiritual energy.

But after half a month of adaptation, he had fully adjusted to the spiritual energy density of the Spirit Void Realm.

His gaze turned toward

Shen Xiaoyan, exposed by Gu Qing, hid her stockings behind her like a startled rabbit, her face flushed red.

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice fell into everyone's ears—languid, casual, with a faint upward lilt, light as air yet radiating undeniable authority.

After landing, stepping on the black, icy ice, Luo Yue and Tang Hao both felt a sense of oppression.

"My dear, let's return to our room now!" Just as Chu Hui was pondering this serious matter, Gu Xun's clear voice sounded in her ear.

Shi Yu's appearance was naturally outstanding, but his aloof personality was not likable, and he didn't seem the type to be smooth or tactful—they were worried.

The comment section was lively, but overall, netizens seemed to have no real malice beyond silly jokes.

Ye Qing turned her heel, looked at Assistant Fang, and spoke with her signature tone, her eyes shimmering like a veil of starlight.

He had always been the one mocking others, but since she entered the mansion, she had frequently mocked him in return.

Zhang Xueyi originally planned to stage this scene on stage, but later thought the setting was too large to film well, and guests would feel constrained on stage; the lounge, by contrast, was quiet enough to give guests ample space to perform, making the show feel more relaxed.

Deeply afraid of love, Boss Li Tongfan's gesture made Newcastle's attacking fans obediently retreat to their own half to join the defense.

"You—!!!" President Li couldn't help but wear a look of anguish; he simply couldn't imagine what kind of willpower had kept that child alive after such torment from Difya.

In truth, blocking the way was just something Li Tian said offhand; if they wanted to proceed, Liet merely needed to turn the steering wheel. Thus, Liet knew Li Tian had deliberately gotten out to help that mixed-blood boy.

Seeing the sky darken, Wei Qingyun slowed his pace. He no longer pushed forward at full speed but reduced his speed to find a safe place to spend the night; danger lurked everywhere here, and even a third- or fourth-tier beast could threaten him if he wasn't careful.

"Impossible. She will become a swordsman, not some shadowy figure like you!" Ye Lang flatly refused, bluntly calling Cold Blood Five a hidden figure.

When the crowd could perceive again, they found both figures' stone bodies had cracked open once more, having just reassembled.

"Don't judge by appearances," Qian Yushao replied coldly in English, then immediately pulled Aoxs up from the ground and slung him onto his back.

But he hadn't expected it. Xiao Chen didn't even turn around—he simply waved his hand. A gale surged forth, hurling him straight into the platform behind.

Aragones looked up at the sun slowly vanishing into the clouds, a sense of unease rising in his chest. Though the weather forecast hadn't predicted rain today, forecasts were often less reliable than a Gypsy's tarot reading—what if it rained?

Wei Qingyun's sudden burst of speed caught the two fourth-tier wangling off guard; even Ying Ji, over ten meters away, failed to react. Just as Wei Qingyun pulled out those gloves, Ying Ji had genuinely believed he had spotted some herb and was preparing to dig it up.