Chapter 388: The Immortal Who Stole Fire, One Finger Drops a Star

Zhao Yi hadn't even had time to click on the first episode's video when the door was pushed open; a middle-aged woman walked in, still saying, "Every day with that phone!"

This was his mother.

She walked over, glanced at Zhao Yi's phone screen, and looked disdainful: "Seeking Immortals? Seeking nothing but nonsense, dreaming with your eyes closed. No matter how much martial strength you cultivate, go look at the construction site outside; is it bigger than their excavators?"

Zhao Yi listened to the rumbling coming from the construction site outside the residential area, then looked at his own fist.

Deng Lunxing was the Head Elder of Jingwei Hall. He was also the universally acknowledged top chess player in Jingwei Hall, and unanimously recognized as the undisputed choice for the next Level Eight Hongyu Promotion Tournament.

Ye Ziluo briefly recounted some matters of the Cultivation World; Leng Qingyin listened with her mouth agape, repeatedly exclaiming, "Immortals."

It turned out that this Seven-Star Grid Nascent Soul, with the Dharma name Fa Kong, was an ordained monk from Wuliang Temple in Nan Commandery of the Empire, while the two characters Jing Yuan were the lay name of the nameless old nun before she took vows.

Tong En's mother indeed still lived in the original home. Back then, to treat her mother's illness, she had sold this house; she must have used part of the five hundred thousand her grandfather later paid her to buy this house back, otherwise her mother would have had no shelter.

She hurried downstairs, took a taxi, and rushed over; Lin Shengnan was crying with swollen eyes and was in very poor spirits.

However, Cao Cao had not been idle these days. On one hand, he drew troops from the entire Yu Province and conscripted garrison soldiers, bringing his frontline forces to a terrifying eighteen thousand men, which included thirty thousand cavalry. On the other hand, he ordered soldiers to overhaul their weapons, build encampments, and establish three major camps supporting each other at the corners.

Seeing this, Mu the Young Master smiled slightly and wrote: Outside, there are many beautiful clothes, much delicious food, and fine wine. There are also many people like you and me; that is where we humans truly dwell.

The economy of the East Sea was no exception and suffered huge impacts. The financial industry did not suffer much shock, after all, the financial systems of Huaxia were relatively closed. The stock market had already completely collapsed in early 2008; relatively speaking, real estate was one of the industries most directly and severely affected.

After finishing this, Lin Yi strolled calmly to the outer room and called for Sun Er. Sun Er brought Lin Yi's breakfast, which surprisingly included a pot of warmed wine.

However, what Tang Jing did not expect was that his feat of chasing a bicycle to retrieve a wallet became the headline news of the Pinghai Evening News that day.

Ye Bao and Zi Yu met a thousand years ago, but back then the relationship between the two was not like it is now; one could say they were at each other's throats.

However, before he could even catch another breath, he heard a 'whoosh whoosh' sound from the lower right, and four more poisonous vines attacked, each no weaker than the three he had just dealt with.

Upon hearing these words, the two opposite him were stunned simultaneously; the young man looked at Lin Feng with disbelief, and the old man's eyes also showed astonishment. Neither had expected Lin Feng to be so 'ungrateful,' or rather... unaware of his own death.

A slight stinging pain on the neck; both unconsciously turned their heads, saw Su Jinluo's figure in the corner, and their eyes widened in terror. Their bodies were too slow to react, and they were about to fall when several more silver needles flew from Su Jinluo's hand.

Putting aside the covert war between the Zhao Wang Fei and her concubines for now, at this moment, the wet nurse was holding the child and bowing to the various guests who had arrived.

Bolts of lightning, like curtains, blocked the passage; when the thunderstorm's effect weakened and the remaining sea of fire spread here, it was blocked again, even bounced back.

Cultivation slows down the further one goes. Let alone forming a Golden Core from mid-Foundation Establishment in a year and a half; even reaching Golden Core from mid-Qi Refining, levels five or six, in a year and a half is already defying the heavens.

Gong Jingjing was dressed in a waiter's uniform, holding a tray, head slightly bowed, her hat partially obscuring her face, making her even harder to recognize.

As for that bottle of Grain-Avoiding Pill that was scorned, keep it; even if not needed now, there will be a time for it. Essential for home, travel, and adventure.