Chapter 387: The Dao Fruit Evolves—Immortals Exist in This World!

Tang Lingwumin's words nearly shattered Zheng Fa's crown, and as for this thing called the Dao Fruit… objectively speaking, even Xie Qingxue's understanding was likely hazy.

Even for a genius like Xie Qingxue from the Five Sects, True Persons of Soul Transformation hold such views.

Tang Lingwumin, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, dares claim she understands what the Dao Fruit is…

It truly astonished Zheng Fa.

Perhaps noticing Zheng Fa's expression, Tang Lingwumin's voice grew quieter; she puffed out her cheeks and said, "Maybe… maybe…"

After leaving Changbai Mountain, Lei Xing manifested—originally a stubborn stone, its spirit awakened and bound by the Lei Xing Decree's runes, granting it sentience but preventing physical form; it could only appear as a spiritual consciousness.

At first, when the ghosts saw Mo Ran's ghostly flames, they confirmed she was a ghost and didn't think much of it—people died daily in the village; ghosts were common. They merely found her unfamiliar—perhaps she'd come to visit relatives? That made her even more pitiful.

Since Ni Lingwei dialed the number, he hadn't paid attention, so he strongly doubted her current behavior, yet deep inside, a faint worry lingered—he feared this call might be real. What awaited him? Qiu Xiangdong dared not imagine.

The three arrived at the bedside. Dai Ji lay beneath a thin blanket; after more than twenty days of rest, his pale face had faintly regained a touch of color.

Life is a play; we're all acting. You feign affection, so I won't offer sincerity in return.

Is my attitude not clear enough? Or do they think Huaxia has lost its dignity for too long, allowing anyone to come and cause trouble?

Seeing her actually prepare food, several staff members slurped their watery noodles while watching Nan Shu swiftly mix ingredients.

Moreover, due to Pangpang's extraordinary contagiousness, You and Xian's four kids followed closely behind, blocking Chen Wen daily to demand stories.

Isn't turning into a vampire supposed to make you immune to that thing? Then why are we still injured like this?

Though the man had left, Ma Xiaohua still wore an expression of utter disbelief. He had served in the military for years but had never encountered such a bizarre individual—no heart, head severed—and yet he still lived. What manner of being was he? Only the man's own words—"demon"—could possibly describe him.

Long Mobai thought he'd be playing the role of a son-in-law in this world, only to find himself entangled in trouble.

Yet the master of the spiritual sea held absolute dominance—if this became known, it would make the world laugh until they cried.

As time passed, Zhang Heng saw the numbers on the board had stopped rising; he knew they'd reached their donation limit, so he stepped forward to announce the results.

Hearing this, Zhang Heng felt he'd picked up a stone only to drop it on his own foot, but the punishment was already done—he could only accept it.

Lou Yanxin watched the retreating backs of Zhu Lan and the other, a wry smile forming on her lips.

Fang Yang was already seen by everyone as the pinnacle of a sycophant—how could there possibly be any feud between him and them?

The school's celebrity, the famously relentless Song Zhu, who had pursued Mu Jiangting for a full year.

Despite such intense exertion, Sheng Hui appeared calm and composed—not a flush on his face, not a single heavy breath; he looked as if he'd merely strolled leisurely over.

Wang Meitu didn't know the names of the staff inside; different people kept coming and going to refill her drinks and tea endlessly.

And he had indeed identified the project's major flaw, so now he could only agree for now.

All the vines were tangled together—so thick—how could anyone dodge? Every bullet would hit.

This was no gaze a nine-year-old child should possess; his eyes brimmed with resentment and fury.