Chapter 349: I Fight a Soul Transformation? My Vengeance Is Served!

On the third day at Tongming Mountain, Fang Yuan watched in silence as Master Chen left early in the morning with a joyful expression.

"What's wrong with Master Chen?"

She asked her own master curiously.

"I heard he's made contact with Master Zheng of Jiushan Sect…"

Her master, seeing Master Chen was gone, spoke more boldly, whispering to her: "It's said that Master Chengkong has dispatched many Nascent Soul cultivators to Jiushan Sect's side, and Master Chen was chosen."

Before the thought had fully formed in her mind, Dan Yang had already rushed inside, sprinting along the curved corridor toward the back courtyard where her chambers lay—the room where Xiao Ren's coiled-dragon pendant hung.

As soon as Luo Feng finished speaking, the people in the car, who had just begun to relax, felt panic surge again—were there more accomplices? What now? Did that mean more people would die?

Only the two martial artists waiting nearby showed no expression on their faces, as if they already knew the outcome.

Yue Lingshan heard this, yet for some reason, she felt a hollow emptiness in her heart. Logically, her father coming to find her, her returning to Huashan, and seeing her mother and senior brother after so long should have brought joy—but where did this sorrow of parting come from?

Regardless, today she had at least found one pill, even if she didn't yet know if it belonged to Yuan Hanhai, at least she hadn't come away empty-handed.

"Didn't I tell you? That hollow monster—I inexplicably seized its power, and now I can use it to devour this Taotie," Yang Que said.

Before the person even reached him, Old Master Feng sat back down in his chair, composed and calm, showing no sign of rising to leave.

Holding a silver medal detective badge allowed one to request police intervention, but any police action would surely alert Zhang Shouqin; the only option now was to find Liu Xialai first.

Luo Feng was right—Zhou Jingcheng had already lost his rhythm under Wei Dong's words; he was growing confused. Earlier, Luo Feng had suspected Wei Dong might have mental issues, and everyone had assumed he was a fool. Zhou Jingcheng had underestimated him, not realizing Wei Dong's logic was surprisingly tight.

Though the man spoke gently, there was an undeniable air of authority in his tone. Zhao Jiu secretly exhaled in relief—though he was a disgraced prince, his rank still towered above this imperial physician's. She was saved.

Everyone chattered away, fingers flying over their phones. Soon, all QS Group employees knew they had a CEO's wife—and that the CEO had brought her to the company today.

As she burst out, she immediately spotted Jiang Hao indulging in flirtation, and her soul force instantly surged into his soul.

A thought struck him—he immediately understood: his earlier suggestion had been adopted.

But once they entered the city, they realized that herbs which once sold for thousands or even tens of thousands before the apocalypse were now considered less valuable than a potato.

From this perspective, he truly had the demeanor of those Hollywood "golden producer" types.

After explaining clearly, Mo Qi raised Gu Handu's chin and gently stroked it with his thumb.

Gu Mingyu's peach-blossom eyes smiled, appearing affectionate and tender; he spread his hands, signaling he would say no more.

Ever since that day when Yan Zhunuo stumbled back home, she immediately sent the messenger maid to the countryside, then stayed obediently within her courtyard—even on the day Xu Qingling's funeral was held, she dared not step outside.

For a director, being able to summon a popular star at any moment is itself a form of ability.

Of course, if food inherently carries some allure, then the popularity of "beer sausages" is understandable.

Long ago, a fierce battle left an ancient powerhouse and an ancient demonic beast both mortally wounded.

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply once more—the impact of that hammer completely overwhelmed their spirits.