Chapter 289: Who in the World Is Unversed in the Nine?

Seeing them looking at him, Tongming Shangren nodded at them without speaking, and simply led the group toward the guest rooms prepared by Jiushan Sect.

After walking some distance, he turned to glance at the Seventh Young Master trotting after Zheng Fa, then sent a voice transmission to the Qingmu Sect's Sect Master: "How is this disciple's aptitude?"

The Qingmu Sect's Nascent Soul Sect Master was taken aback for a moment, thought it over, and gave an honest assessment: "Dual spiritual roots, aptitude isn't great, but he has a certain talent for the Dao of Talismans."

Tongming

Nangong Qu lifted his foot, walked up to Zhu Han, suddenly yanked her up, gripped her shoulders and demanded harshly: "Who am I?!" The words sprang from between his clenched teeth, every syllable brimming with fury—deep, thick fury.

An Geshou nervously clenched his hands, a fine sheen of sweat rising on his neck, and a fear like a sky-falling deluge poured over him from head to foot.

Zhu Han saw the sincerity in that person's eyes, nodded, and instantly felt as safe as a hedgehog that had lost its spines and found a suit of armor—mm, no need to worry now, someone was protecting her. A sense of dependence welled up of its own accord, and the unease vanished from her eyes.

Chen Yang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his heart leaping to his throat, ready to burst out at any moment.

Before he knew it, it was already time to get off work. Yang Peng left alone—no one knew what he was busy with. When Chen Yang opened the office door, he saw Chu Yingying waiting outside.

Her already prominent belly now drew even more attention. Bai Xianxian steeled herself and climbed into the flower sedan.

In the end, those burning eyes fixed like suction cups on a certain spot—a mysterious zone where shadows intertwined, seductive enough to lead one to sin.

She spent ages tidying her hair, then picked out a peach-colored lip gloss and applied it, and only when she was fairly satisfied with herself did she go downstairs.

Understanding was one thing, but being able to reveal this much to them already left him content—at the very least, he now knew the direction.

A slave trader ran in terror, while behind him a great horde of wailing undead ceaselessly pursued him, gnawing wound after wound into his body.

Those uncles and elder brothers would become Papa and Mama's shared friends, confidants, brothers bonded through life and death, and the admiration in her heart would naturally dissipate, turning into friendship and blessings.

"When I tell you to go, you go—do I have to go myself?" Wu Qingxue said displeased, cutting her off, and as she spoke she actually lifted the hem of her skirt and made to walk out.

More than ten minutes later, Yuan Guanghui's Transmission Realm heavenly tribulation was complete, and Yuan Guanghui had successfully advanced to the Transmission Realm he had long dreamed of.

As Jade Furnace Tianzun's words fell, the eyes of those all around flickered, and they looked at Mu Xia with strange expressions.

This situation only improved after the appearance of firearms, but by the time foreigners had worked firearms into an art form, those impoverished Confucian scholars of the Central Plains... ah, forget it, the more one says the more it hurts.

Yihua's face showed no expression—neither anger nor embarrassment—as if the person being pointed out and accused so insistently simply wasn't her, and she were nothing more than an outsider.

One minute later, Yu Zhiqian calmly swapped out a magazine, and after putting a finishing bullet into the head of every Japanese officer, he ended the slaughter. More than ten Japanese officers along with some messengers were all shot dead by Yu Zhiqian, not a single survivor.

After speaking, he picked up his samurai sword and slowly walked toward the command post. He needed to report the latest situation to his general, Ito Masaki, and he himself had already prepared himself for seppuku.

Yu Zhiqian furrowed his brow, raised his sniper rifle, and observed the rest of the situation in the town. This sniping attempt had failed—Tyler had lost a body double, and would certainly tighten his defenses from now on. God knew whether in the future he'd hide inside an armored car and never come out.

Sympathy welled up in her eyes. She handed the report to the bewildered Old Zhao, gazed out the car window, and said nothing more.

"Village chief! Don't worry! Zheng Ren only weighs a little over a hundred jin even at his heaviest—we can pull him up!" a young man said, thumping his chest.