Chapter 460: Refining Qi into Spirit, Everyone to Their Use

"Dao Guo cultivation technique?"

In the back courtyard of the nursing home, Bai Lao and the others sat in a circle, staring at the "Red Cloud Jade Scroll" and the "Fallen Immortal Sword Scripture."

From Zheng Fa's words, they all understood that Dao Guo cultivators were the legendary immortals.

To see the Dao Guo cultivation techniques, they were naturally curious and excited.

Tang Lingwu had already read these two cultivation techniques; now she leaned her head beside Zheng Fa's shoulder, watching the "Great Freedom True Law" in Zheng Fa's hands.

But when he turned his head in anger and saw it was Liu Ting and the other, his rage faded, hard to unleash.

Huoyan Hu's body kept growing until it reached over five zhang in length and more than half a zhang in height, then stopped; its entire form was suffused with a fiery red hue, and every line and contour radiated raw power.

At that moment, his phone vibrated once; when he picked it up, the vibration had stopped—a stranger's number—and everyone's gaze instantly fixed on Yan Shu.

The two had just been arguing over this topic; Zhong Xin had tried to interrupt Huo Zhongjun several times, but Huo Zhongjun never looked at her.

How much effort you put in, you get back how much benefit—that's the rule of this world. Of course, this doesn't count for heartless bosses; if you meet a heartless boss, giving ten units of effort and getting back one or two is already good.

Wearing a leather jacket and military-style leather boots, this outfit clearly marked him as a trendsetter—not a noble's son, but some second-generation elite; ordinary workers didn't dress this avant-garde.

Qian Shui Shui also found it convenient, so Qian An signed a one-year contract, to see if it worked well—if it did, they could renew.

Shao Guoning's expression darkened slightly and he said no more. Director Yang was already the most suitable title he could think of; Shen Tu Haolong disliked it, and he didn't know what else to call him.

Immediately, Zuo Tian Yilang's figure reappeared before Ye Qing; he slowly approached Ye Qing, holding a ninja blade, preparing a fatal strike.

That night, Gong Lingze struggled for a long time, proving through action whether the problem lay with him or with fate.

After obtaining the mission item, Chang Guan Yan didn't intend to wander aimlessly anymore; he sat down on the armchair and stared intently at the filming PD. The filming PD smiled but said nothing, so Chang Guan Yan lowered his head and began fiddling with the box's handle.

A Jiu finally gave the peach tree a satisfied glance, gazed far into the distance where birds flew across the horizon where water met sky—Jingcheng, I'm coming—A Jiu was full of spirit.

The so-called "greasing palms" naturally meant using silver; as long as silver was spent properly, even city gates could be smashed open.

Shen Mengmeng groaned, her face twisted; in the company, she appeared calm, but she was still a student—this outfit was truly uncomfortable to wear.

Yet even so, the house still wouldn't sell; at first he'd recommended this unit most to clients, but because of its location, those who could afford it were deeply superstitious about it.

"No, you're lying to me again—I heard everything. I heard what you said to Second Brother. You yourself said I'm not your biological son." Xu Lingyang shook his head, his expression agitated.

The girl's body stiffened, daring not to advance another step; she knew clearly that A Jiu wasn't a gentle soul—if she dared move half an inch forward, A Jiu would strike her with hidden weapons.

She followed the scent and arrived at Ban Yue Xuan; looking up, she saw the man named Rong Yu cooking in the kitchen.

But the other wouldn't let go, continuing to reach for him, so he simply leapt onto Fei Ya Na's lap. Now the blonde girl dared not reach out again, gazing pitifully at Fei Ya Na, who ignored her completely.

Merely seeing this Fire Demon King made Su Daji and the other two feel suffocated—a sensation of complete inability to breathe—as if this Fire Demon King were the divine force controlling all, a terrifying presence; yes, Huo Shen Zhu Rong, by nature, was supremely arrogant.