Chapter 460: Qi Refining to Soul Transformation, Everyone to Their Use

"Dao Fruit cultivation method?"

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

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

To see the Dao Fruit cultivation methods, they were naturally curious and excited.

Tang Lingwumin had already read these two scriptures; 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 around in anger and saw it was Liu Ting and the other, his rage faded—he couldn’t lash out at them.

Huoyanhu’s body kept growing until it reached over five zhang in length and more than one and a half zhang in height, then stopped. Its entire form was now suffused with a fiery red hue, every line and contour radiating raw power.

At that moment, his phone vibrated. When he picked it up, the signal was gone—a stranger’s number. Everyone’s gaze instantly locked onto 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 determines how much you get—that’s the rule of this world. Of course, this doesn’t count for heartless bosses; if you run into one, getting one or two percent return for ten percent effort is already good.

He wore a leather jacket and military-style boots—this outfit screamed trendsetter, not some noble scion, but definitely a second-generation rich kid; ordinary workers didn’t dress this avant-garde.

Qianshui 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, and he didn’t press further. 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 Tianyi’s figure reappeared before Ye Qing—he slowly approached Ye Qing, holding a ninja blade, readying 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 quest item, Chang Guan Yan didn’t plan to wander aimlessly anymore. He sat down on the armchair, watching the filming PD intently. The PD smiled but said nothing, so Chang Guan Yan lowered his head and began fiddling with the suitcase’s handle.

Ajiu finally gave the peach tree a satisfied glance, gazing far into the distance where a few birds flew across the horizon where water met sky. Beijing—I’m coming, Ajiu declared with triumphant spirit.

The so-called "greasing palms" naturally meant bribing with silver; if you spent enough silver, even city gates could be smashed open.

Shen Mengmeng groaned in discomfort—though she appeared calm at work, she was still a student, and this outfit felt utterly unnatural on her.

Even so, the house still wouldn’t sell. At first, he’d recommended this unit to every client, but because of its location, those who could afford it were all superstitiously wary.

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

The girl froze, not daring to move forward, fully aware that Ajiu was no gentle soul—if she so much as took half an inch forward, he would strike her with hidden weapons.

She followed the scent to Ban Yue Xuan, and as she looked up, she saw the man named Rongyu cooking in the kitchen.

But the woman kept reaching for him, so he simply leapt onto Feiyan’s lap. The blonde girl dared not reach out again, gazing at Feiyan with pitiful eyes—but Feiyan ignored her completely.

Merely seeing this Fire Demon King made Su Daji and the other two feel suffocated—a sensation of being unable to breathe at all—as if this Fire Demon King were the divine force controlling all things, a terrifying presence. Yes, Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, was inherently the most arrogant of all.