Chapter 336: Disagreement and Harvest! The Golden Quartet! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Elder Tian Po's voice rose sharply, like thunder cracking across flat ground, jolting the spiritual cultivators of every sect present.

Master Jiyue furrowed his brow; beside him, a rare Buddhist cultivator raised one hand in greeting, closed his eyes, and exhaled golden light:

"The mind is a clear mirror lake, reflecting all worlds. The five aggregates arise from nothing, yet nothing is uncreated!"

As the golden light spread, the crimson in Tian Po's eyes gradually faded, and his emotions returned to normal.

He sat back down in his chair and addressed the Buddhist cultivator: "Thank you, Master."

"Which one does the sister like?" Gong Si Xuan suddenly asked, her big eyes sparkling as she looked expectantly at Gong Yun.

The coaching team had arranged the lineup for every group, notified each team captain to register immediately, and then assigned reserve members to take the field.

Since Zhong Hao was in charge, they had no business meddling. The three of them were merely clerks, while Zhong Hao was a senior official of the sixth rank lower grade—they naturally deferred to him in all matters and could never overstep their bounds.

They had invited every famous immortal in Yuan Capital and its surrounding regions—so who exactly should they find?

Zhang Wutian extended two fingers; at their tips, a bullet spun its final half-circle before collapsing, utterly exhausted.

At this hour, it was customary outside the gates of high officials like Ouyang Xiu to place several guest registers; those who came to pay New Year's respects but felt their status insufficient or their relationship with the host too distant would leave their name card with the gatekeeper and sign their name in the register, thus fulfilling the ritual.

The Mei family, who had always avoided the Xiao family and regarded them as mortal enemies, suddenly spoke to Xiao Sire.

It was because Wei Wují's army, after nearly a month of arduous travel, had finally reached the border town of Taiping in Dayun Mengli.

"Huh? That's… convenient." Ram was about to say it was imprecise, but then remembered this wasn't his world—he instantly understood.

Resembling a lotus bud about to bloom, one layer of flame encased another, then another, increasing in temperature from outer to inner layers, the flame's color shifting gradually from orange-red to blazing white. It was as if carving a radish flower with a greatsword—Mei Hong's control over flames had reached the realm of "art."

By this point, Xie Wanyou's mind still hadn't caught up; she assumed Feng Ranzhou had used some trick to make the Xuan Cang Sword Sect mistake him for his Fifth Master.

As he spoke, the thin man didn't hesitate—he applied slight pressure, and a bloody gash appeared on his palm, beads of blood seeping out.

Soon after, the Music Demon slowly woke, opening his eyes to see Xia Lulu smiling at him.

She had always known that between herself and her grandmother, she was the one who could never let go.

"If you can accomplish this, you'll have rendered great service to the Strong Province Plan! At that point, I'll fully support your next promotion. Someone as outstanding as you—how could the province afford to be without you?" Qin Yi smiled warmly at Ma Junle.

Adam pulled out the map to confirm the location was correct, but the place looked nothing like somewhere that might hide treasure.

Sect Master Shen listened intently as the Immortal Alliance Elder spoke, his face maintaining a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Poseidon pushed open the central door; the nameplate confirmed it was his own office.

Qin Yi listened as the corporate executives poured out their introductions, with Ma Junle occasionally adding remarks beside him.

"A Ran," sensing Jian Ran's death, Qian Huang appeared before him, staring at me in shock, as if filled with resentment.

Ji Fa suddenly lifted his head, eyes wide with astonishment as he stared at the clan chief's eyes, speechless for a long while.

The black-clad man hoisted Zhang Fan and sprinted deeper into the forest, moving without a single rustle. Not only that—he suppressed every trace of his aura, stopping every hundred meters to observe his surroundings, as if wary of something.

"Could this guy be looking to cause trouble for the Gu family? Why force a one-on-one duel with Gu Fan?" a scholar speculated.

Xiao Yichen felt a twinge of unease as Lin Mo Han viciously mocked him; Lin Mo Han never showed up without reason, and only by harshly provoking him could Xiao Yichen feel at ease.

The crowd stared at the young man on stage, their expressions hardening—Bo En, the eldest son of the Potu family, a Golden Five cultivator, had come personally to oversee the event; clearly, what followed would be treasures of great value.

"Bing'er, why are you so afraid of me? Didn't you always love me most? Why run away?" Lin Mo Han stared at Cai Bing'er, speaking slowly, knowingly asking a question he already knew.

Xiao Yichen found her silence exasperating; he sighed inwardly. "Looks like I still need to work harder." He didn't ask the question again, tightened his hold on Mo Qianxia, and walked toward the academy gate.

The vampires' protests would gain no pity from the R County Liberation Army or the Holy Church troops who had come to aid them—who doesn't enjoy kicking a man when he's down?

Nan Huaike remembered this was the third time he'd entered this room: the first, the Emperor ordered him to stay away from Xiao Yan; the second, he demanded he propose divorce; today was the third—this old man certainly had no good intentions.

After swimming, Li Xiang and Brother Qin climbed ashore, sat on chairs, and drank watermelon juice, while Su Yuhan and Xiao Yao still lingered in the pool, unwilling to leave.

After so much effort to rescue the bamboo, nearly all of them nearly perished—yet bringing him back yielded this result. Naturally, their hearts ached.

To launch an army against Xiangyang—a matter of such magnitude—and Lu Xun, as Governor of Jingzhou, just happened to return to Wu Commandery to visit family? Could that be mere coincidence?

She had never seen anyone dare to grab a Purple Robe Sorcerer's life-binding talisman with bare hands—not even if she had ten times her courage.

When the True Dragon Soul fell into the Xuanyuan Sword, the blade instantly blazed with powerful golden light.

They watched Su Zheng's every move, their minds speculating: Had Su Zheng returned after cultivation, truly intending to annihilate both great families at once?

Xiao Yan lifted his head and saw the firelight illuminating her face, making it as delicate and radiant as an autumn crabapple.

Zong Shimeng gripped her waist, furious—she'd just returned from the terrifying ordeal in Nanjing, only to find her father didn't care. He told her to go to her fiancé. Thinking of Lin Tianci's spoiled, wastrel demeanor, Zong Shimeng had no desire to ask him for help—and didn't believe he could help anyway.