Chapter 175

As Lin Mo was lost in thought, he saw Chu Wange suddenly clutching her rumbling stomach and turning to shout at him in the audience:

"Lin Mo, I'm hungry."

Lin Mo: "..."

Two quarters later, at the Spirit Cultivation Valley's Immortal Food Pavilion.

"Hey, leave me some!"

Lin Mo watched Chu Wange's chopsticks flying and muttered irritably.

Chu Wange's mouth was stuffed full. "Mmmmm."

"Son, eat some more! Where have you been these past two days? I called and you didn't answer." Zhang Cheng's mother complained.

Yang Linjie, sitting beside her, glared at Wu Jie—could being his boyfriend really be so humiliating that he felt compelled to show off so desperately?

There were people there; Li Xin still had to think of a proper response—he absolutely couldn't let them know, or the trouble would be immense. That elder, though he couldn't discern cultivation levels, was no ordinary force.

When he opened the door, Shao Xi was lying in bed without clothes, lost in thought; startled by the sudden opening, he instinctively pulled the blanket up.

"Withdraw from the affairs of the Immortal and Demon Realms—it's not too late. When the Divine Punishment Thunder descends, you will die without doubt." Hu Ao dodged the Blood Wolf's next attack and transmitted his voice calmly.

This strange heavenly tribulation seemed impatient—a lightning bolt split the sky, followed by rolling thunder, as if reminding Fu Xi.

Hou Zihua and his group's inferior performance had not particularly caught Qin Ke'er's attention; she'd merely found it odd.

Thousands of demonic beasts surged in; the city's protective array, barely activated, was shattered by a demonic beast at the peak of a Transcendent Immortal.

As she pondered, the program "Love Is Coming" finally began amid the audience's enthusiastic applause.

The demonic clan brothers were straightforward—everything showed on their faces. Li Xu liked such people, so he rarely guarded against them. Precisely because of this, he earned their unwavering loyalty.

The six seventh-rank flying swords trembled in unison, emitting eerie resonances—as if the vibration of the swords had forged the most heartrending lament in all creation.

In truth, he privately sneered—how could a man obsessed with housewives ever comprehend the world of the Pure?

I cannot die—I absolutely cannot die! I bear a heavy mandate; I am humanity's last hope. They used their final energy to send me here—how could I betray them? Intense responsibility and a fierce will to survive drove Piao Wuzong to cling on.

"Reporting, sir: after the ambush, the assault team did not disgrace you—none of the brothers were cowards! You said even in death, we must fall on the charge..." Ding Chong said with great pride.

Unfortunately, just as Mo Jigou was groveling desperately and his vigilance had dropped to its lowest, an unexpected change occurred.

Li Xu's earthquake had nearly exhausted its energy by the time it reached this place; he never expected Luo Fengying to casually unleash such a blow.

"What's wrong?" Meng Xue noticed Fang Chen standing frozen and asked with concern—though her tone was still cold, it was unlike her usual manner.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?" Su You did not know who was on the other end and asked further.

Beneath the glory of Great Qin, peace was not absolute; beneath the calm surface, hidden currents stirred.

Starting from the tenth day of the fifth month, Xing Luo not only stopped going to Hongyu Hall—he hadn't left Lunju Palace at all. Shutting himself away, he followed Duan Liuming's guidance, diligently practicing external cultivation techniques while steadying his mind and enduring hardship, beginning his exploration of the method to condense a Nascent Soul.

"Please, Mr. Pechi, lend your aid," Henry said bluntly—he could not handle Falcon, and he made no pretense.