Chapter 288: Talent Introduction, the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master

These words from Tongming Shangren left Zheng Fa looking puzzled.

"A great calamity is about to rise; even our Baixian Alliance does not know what the future holds... We wish to leave some bloodline disciples within the Nine Mountains Realm. If we truly encounter a great disaster..."

Tongming Shangren spoke to him, his tone quite open and frank.

Zheng Fa understood in his heart—this was a desire to leave behind a lineage.

After all, the Zizaimo Sect's reputation was formidable, and there was also the calamity of waning spiritual energy; no one could be certain they would emerge unscathed.

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But no matter what he said, everyone remained silent, merely fixing him with sincere gazes.

Two days later, Ye Feng was also worn down by Song Yuzhi's pestering. When the boat stopped at the next major town, Ye Feng bid farewell to Master Song, and taking Kou Zhong and the other three, continued toward Luoyang by land.

After passing the adult assessment, a ruler becomes a civil servant of the Galactic Federation Government; the highest rank is one of the Eleven Elders of the Ruling Senate. Any law passing through the Galactic Federation must receive support from more than half of the Eleven Elders to be enacted as law.

But should he really continue staying with Ye Kaicheng without returning home? Thinking of these few days of "interacting" with Ye Kaicheng, Xu Zuoyan's eyes looked a bit vacant. So he was still slightly hesitant.

A beautiful nun wearing a loose, pale green robe held a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in one hand, facing the clear breeze. In the sunlight, she gave an impression of saintly purity, like an immortal, something to be admired from afar but never profaned.

As for those effects that seemed like enchantments, they were actually the inherent traits of their Zanpakuto. For instance, a Zanpakuto whose slashes caused frost to spray everywhere was, in fact, an ice-type Kidō Zanpakuto.

In truth, he had considered this possibility long ago, but when it truly appeared before him, it still left him utterly shocked.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Ye Kaicheng finally let go of Xu Zuoyan, whose face was flushed red. Panting, he stared straight at Xu Zuoyan.

Those who destroyed their dormitory had actually turned back and gone there once more, and this entire scene was recorded by the Memory Stone that Tang Zhong had left inside the dormitory.

In the next moment, Guo Qin, along with the Evil Lord and the soul of Ai Xingyu, abruptly vanished from the sub-world of the falling star.

Sun Simiao asked for Li Chengqian's birth date and time, then took out several copper coins from his robe.

But over a long period, it could influence or even alter the fate trajectory of an imperial court at a critical moment.

Du Ziyuan opened the door and looked; it seemed the power of the Immortal-Sealing Stone within his body had no effect on the studio. It appeared the system's products were quite formidable.

What came into everyone's sight was Xiao Shenhuo, whose entire body radiated a violent, scorching aura, as he walked toward them step by step.

Xu Chaoyang led this group in a state that was both rustic and full of hostility. With a mouthful of words like "asshole" and "open your butt," he left Wang Xiao, a man extremely skilled in public speaking, at a loss for how to begin. Wasn't this a scholar meeting a soldier?

Perceiving Chu Xiu's cultivation level, he held nothing back. His ten fingers plucked, and silver threads transformed into thousands of flying rainbows, constantly swooping toward Chu Xiu.

The composite bow's fire arrows began to tilt outward toward the distance. With an inherently long range, a block of iron was also hanging from the arrowhead.

So, after Thursday finished breakfast that day, David took a broom and walked out of the lounge; he had to build a workbench himself.

However, since this was written by the Prince of Li, although everyone wanted to refute it, thinking of the other party's identity, they decided it was better not to provoke him.

Others took it as confidence, believing his painting skills were not easily surpassed. Little did they know, Du Ziyuan's true confidence lay not in his painting skills, but in those classic works from Earth.

Tianxuan True Person hesitated, leaving Xiefeng somewhat confused. Yet he also understood that his master and his mother must have a connection; if not, they would at least be well acquainted. Otherwise, it would be impossible to know the details of his father and mother so thoroughly, including exactly how the two fell in love.