Chapter 347: Rights and Obligations, Arm in Arm in Amity

The sky of the Nine Mountains Realm is always foggy, without sun.

But the lightning of the Zhou Tian Divine Thunder Immortal Array lit up Zhengxian Island brilliantly.

The twenty-four selected Foundation Establishment disciples formed a formation, coordinating with each other, casting spells or activating spirit talismans, causing thunderclouds above to churn and thunder to roll.

The thunder techniques they unleashed were brilliant and dazzling, truly no worse than ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

Yet this lightning that illuminated the sky could not brighten Zheng Fa and his companions' faces.

But Ou Yangchuan, on the other side, was a zombie—he understood what that cry contained.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend; Wang Tianming immediately declared his willingness to cooperate with Nuo You Company to suppress the Qin clan.

Qin Qiannan had long stopped enjoying such childish pranks, yet now, looking back, he felt the journey had been a little dull—perhaps it wouldn't hurt to play such a game again.

He no longer wanted to hear Lin Yin speak; his eyes felt sore, as if avoiding the previous topic. He strode toward the parking spot without pausing a second.

Liu Qing glanced at the calm Gu Xunyun beside him: Big shot is big shot—how could he remain composed amid stares that wanted to tear him apart?

Su Xinyi knew the commotion meant she'd been rescued, so her mood relaxed greatly—but when she turned around, she realized things were simpler than she'd thought.

Holding the blade with both hands, even if swung wildly and without technique, it became flawless in his grip, capable of blocking every incoming sword or knife.

She usually came at night; though the Prime Minister's mansion had curfews, Qin Yuanzhi had given hints, so Lin Yifang turned a blind eye, and no one in the mansion ever monitored him.

He found two branches leaning together in the tree, lay flat on them, and Lin Yin lay atop him.

Qin Zhen's face showed no urgency; seeing Cang Han's state, she didn't rush to deal with the Dali Temple official but first spoke to comfort him.

People are complex, especially those who bully the weak and fear the strong—if Meng Diexian had shown even a hint of weakness, even now, Chen Haotian would have crushed her underfoot, grinding her into dust—but she was utterly arrogant and dominant, making demands so firm that Chen Haotian grew wary.

After bathing, Li Hongyuan didn't call for servants; he swiftly dressed himself, then slowly helped Jing Wan put on her clothes. His slowness concealed his inexperience at dressing another person for the first time, turning it into something tender.

Dry skin, grotesque fangs, eyes the color of lake water—he had reverted to that foolish zombie.

Xu Feifei discovered many similar drugs here; it seemed that any illness or injury, once treated with one of these pills, would instantly heal and recover.

She was a Flying Corpse, possessing magic power; the green-eyed creature before her had also risen to Flying Corpse level, possessing the same power.

Even if he changed his appearance through disguise, his unmasked voice and gaze could not deceive anyone.

Whether confused or enlightened, within two days, Sun Yilin would leave Jingcheng; before departing, he visited Sun Yijia and found his spirit and demeanor still good—he even seemed slightly pleased about being posted outside the capital.

Bam—he pushed open the office door. Hao Yun jolted awake, sitting up instantly. Seeing Jiang Se enter, he sprang to his feet.

Tonight was destined to be passionate, and destined to leave the final victor undefined. Everything remained unknown, awaiting resolution.

But how could anything be so easy? Yang Zhilan kept him waiting, pretending not to notice his intentions.

"Since you agree my reasoning is sound, I'll strike without mercy from now on." After a long silence, Zhong Kui hardened his heart and said coldly.