Chapter 407: Hundred Immortals Census, Excessive Rooster Blood

Master Pang and Xiao Yuying’s expressions still held disbelief, or rather, they didn’t understand the meaning of this development plan.

The first fifty-year plan was outlined by Zheng Fa and preliminarily refined in detail by Sister Zhang.

This small booklet contains Zheng Fa’s hopes, as well as Sister Zhang’s hard work.

But such a grand plan can no longer be achieved by just the two of them—in truth, it involves countless details, even every single member of the Nine Mountains Sect’s Hundred Immortals Alliance.

Cheng Yuhan shot him a furious glare, silently muttering that this guy had become utterly shameless, nothing but a ruffian.

Seeing Qiao Rou run off with tears in her eyes, Mo Lei forgot the pain still throbbing in his wounds, rolled off the bed at once, channeled his qi to slam the door shut, then moved with his intent, toe tapping the ground as he flashed behind Qiao Rou and grabbed her.

Su Niankai opened the car door, shoved Sisi inside, then bent down and pinned her onto the back seat.

Yet he still didn’t want to work under Situ’s company—they had broken off the engagement at such a time, it was too cruel.

Ye Wan spoke those words deliberately for Mu Yuanche’s benefit; after entering the palace, Ye Wan had truly suffered from falling into the water. But seeing Yu Jiao, Ye Wan also knew Mu Yuanche always favored children—otherwise, he wouldn’t have said he wanted one that night.

This was the right reaction—yes, Fan Yiyi, you’re doing well, keep going. She cheered herself inwardly.

It looked exactly like—no, it was even more beautiful than the blue diamond ring she had once seen.

After Aunt Tao fell ill, Second Master grew deeply concerned, so he added many attendants to her room—twelve hours a day, someone was always by her side.

Bai Li Tianchang watched the reactions of Dean Shangguan, as well as Elders Ren, Yi, Zhi, and Yong, and felt even more ashamed.

Nalan Mingyue held back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes and spoke to the Flower of the Underworld.

Xiang Zixi lightly tapped her foot, grabbed a nearby weeping willow; though the tree was still bare, Xiang Zixi’s body was extraordinarily light, swinging back and forth on the branch, her long skirt fluttering in the snowy night, resembling an angel, resembling a Snow Princess.

Master Ying Qingfeng, level 92, was among the top ten assassins in this region’s power ranking two months ago, but now his name doesn’t even appear in the top one hundred; Lily just leveled up to 96, and the experience needed to reach 97 is ten times that of going from 95 to 96! The higher you go, the harder it becomes to level up.

Sword Elder said nothing, his figure vanished again from Ye Tian’s mind. Ye Tian’s joy hadn’t faded—he quickly pulled out the roasted grass carp, laid it on the leaves he had spread out, devoured it in a few bites, and the hunger in his belly vanished as the fish disappeared.

Qian Shaofu’s eternally icy expression softened noticeably when he looked at Xiang Zixi.

Think of it—she was this old and had never dated; it wasn’t that no one pursued her, it was that Ning Baobei simply ignored them all.

“So in your eyes, am I just as worthless?” Mi Yiqing felt stung—this guy was deliberately going against her.

In fighting, she was unmatched; in arguments, few could out-insult her; in theft, they’d never tested it.

Ye Tian’s expression changed, but he said nothing, standing still. The Chilong Beast was a third-rank demon beast, powerful and massive, with astonishing strength. Ye Tian had already crossed the Sha Tu stage and reached Sha Kuang—he now wanted to see just how strong this Chilong Beast truly was.

Three hundred years ago, the Spirit Pearl was a treasure of the Western Sea; it had many peculiar properties—it could illuminate the deep, dark ocean floor as brightly as daylight, and most importantly, it was endlessly self-renewing: as long as it existed, the Western Sea’s waters had a living source, always clear, pure, and untainted.