Chapter 478: Master's Dharma Body, Shijie's Divine Power

Where Zhang Shijie and Old Yuan were in closed-door cultivation, anomalies appeared at the same time, leaving Zheng Fa both startled and delighted.

Setting aside what Yuan Shijie had said, the two in seclusion now were one his own master and the other his dao companion—both his closest people—so naturally he was concerned.

Moreover, whether these two succeeded in Soul Transformation was tied to his own path to Soul Transformation:

He had formed his Nascent Soul nearly ten years ago; even though myriad matters kept him busy, under the grumbling, selfless dedication of the Jiushan Ancestor, his cultivation had

Lin Li accurately told Wan Qi the location, and Wan Qi repeated it back word for word.

She wanted her mother to see what sort of man her eldest uncle really was. Ever since Eldest Aunt had been sent back home and Zheng Tao visited her in the hospital every day, her mother's attitude had gradually changed—she felt that as long as the family could be kept together, they should try to keep it together; once Zheng Tao got married and the demolition came, Eldest Aunt could live with them.

Actually, this was Yuan Shuo's first time inside Jinlin Garden. Although he knew Wan Qi's room's style like the back of his hand—every corner, even—Tom Mao had sent him photos of each one.

The name Jinxiu Yuan sounded elegant, but in plain terms it was just a cloth shop. Because it was bigger than the ordinary clothing stores in Yanmen Commandery, it had quite a few customers coming and going, and its proprietor was none other than Li Chu's legitimate Lady, Li Jiao'e.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Chu, who had already gotten out of bed, suddenly pitched forward and crashed to the floor.

"I'm not the General's son at all!" Grief welled up in Xu Lingyang, and he cried uncontrollably. "Big Brother, I'm not Father's real son—I was brought in from outside." He threw his arms around Ning Fei's waist, sobbing until he could barely catch his breath.

The gates of the Examination Hall were already packed with people. Ah Jiu looked up at the towering gatehouse, turned and bowed to Ning Shi and An Huiru, saying, "Aunt, Princess An, you should head back now. Be careful on the road—Ah Jiu is going in." He then instructed Taohua, "Keep an eye on the house, and don't get into mischief." Only then did he turn and walk inside.

"Your foolish son overheard Liu Yiniang's conversation with Second Brother and learned he isn't Liu Yiniang's real son, so he assumed he isn't your real son either, and has shut himself in his room feeling heartbroken. Aren't you going to go see him, Father?" Ning Fei said, arms folded, brows raised.

The reason Qiao Zhixuan had noticed this investor surnamed Wu was that she had observed his gaze lingering on Qiao Chu the entire evening.

Ming Wang—Chi Jian knew this was a deity from the Western nations of Earth in the ancient era, presiding over hell and death, an embodiment of darkness, and one of the supreme gods.

"The Heavenly Emperor Ji Wuming actually exists?" Yan Wuya gazed at the Heavenly Emperor's phantom in the sky, which was growing faint and ethereal, on the verge of vanishing at any moment, and a storm of shock rose in his heart.

"Mr. Wei Zhuang, shall we make our move now?" a male elf asked, unable to hide his nervousness.

Now they could only tighten management and restrict some of the Sword-Slaughter Elves, not daring to issue an order to wipe out all the Slaughter Elves, for fear of angering that terrifying Lord of the Sword-Slaughter and offending the very person they should never offend.

"How could this be? How is it that every single time the enemy knows our marching direction with pinpoint accuracy?" Cao Cao roared, his voice thick with grief and unwillingness.

After leaving Li Changlao's home, Wang Dafu was a bit dazed, constantly turning over in his mind what exactly an "unfixed mind" was. He nearly missed the system announcement.

Xia Fei had no intention of making things too hard for Hyacinth—as long as he was willing to make a trip to the Law Realm for him, that would be enough. Now was the time to be using people; being too difficult would only make him look petty.

Chu Jiujiu gripped her Fang Tian Painting Halberd, its tip slanted toward the ground. A blaze of light shot up from above her head, its might aweing the Nine Heavens, swaying the Milky Way, shaking the ages.

In the end, Cao Ren could not say why, but a feeling began to stir in him—a hope that he might die here rather than go to the Wa nation. Though on reflection the notion seemed absurd, the feeling only grew stronger, so strong that even he was surprised.