Chapter 845: Ting Mei Blesses Wu Shuang, Princess Huangfu

After gaining the ability to swap bodies, He Chen immediately thought of the usefulness of Mystique.

Compared to foreign so-called beauties, the women from immortal cultivation worlds like “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” are truly peerless beauties.

They are utterly unmatched by foreign beauties.

After all, how could ordinary mortals be compared to cultivators?

Moreover, the peerless beauties of immortal cultivation worlds better suit local aesthetics and tastes.

But these were merely fleeting thoughts.

The Wheel of Annihilation shuddered violently, and the power of the Great Dao’s principles erupted instantly. Infinite destructive qi spewed forth like a volcanic eruption, and Hu Yu’s domain collapsed with a thunderous crash. Myriad star qi vanished into thin air, and the domain’s rules were instantly crushed.

Lian Fengqi had lost all his arrogance; if he were hit once more by Xu Wen, even if he didn’t die, his false golden core would be utterly destroyed, and his cultivation level would plummet drastically.

Xu Wen’s spiritual sense immediately sensed danger. His face darkened as he coldly fixed his gaze on Hua Lao and Wei Lao—the hidden figure behind the scenes had finally lost patience and revealed a sliver of killing intent. These two, Hua Lao and Wei Lao, were their accomplices.

Xu Wen was even more puzzled; the heavy, deadly atmosphere when he first arrived couldn’t possibly be explained by Sun Tai’s defeat.

Zan Qing immediately said: “Well, how coincidental—it seems someone told Prince Rui that Pin Yi excels at perfumery, so Prince Rui has also asked Pin Yi to make him a fragrance.” After speaking, Zan Qing noticed the emperor’s suddenly darkened expression and wanted to slap himself—why did he have to bring up the one thing the emperor didn’t want to hear? The emperor hadn’t been troubling Prince Rui these days, but that didn’t mean he liked him.

“Big brother, why don’t we just use the same method we used to kill Song Daguo—hire assassins to eliminate that guy!” Lang Tou suggested. He had experienced Jin Fa Guang’s skills firsthand—they were too formidable. Aside from assassins, Lang Tou couldn’t think of any other way to get rid of him.

If there was anything unusual about Chu Cun’an, besides the medicine she had been given, it was the fact that she was pregnant… She had been drinking the medicine for a full month; the fetus’s heartbeat had already ceased, but the dead fetus still remained inside her, not yet fully expelled.

“Very well, younger brother. Your elder brother will go ahead first. If there’s no trouble in Kaifeng, I’ll come find you.” Zhan Zhao returned to Kaifeng.

But today, Chu Tian had saved Chu Chu at the last moment by entering Wu Hui Jing. Empress Shangguan immediately panicked, fearing Chu Tian had discovered something.

Bai Jing had initially been ecstatic, but later she sensed something was off—or rather, she just felt uneasy.

As he shouted, the man flew toward them. Everyone looked up and was stunned—the arrival was Eunuch’s Kong Ren.

After several days, under the personal guidance of the Yellow Emperor, after repeated research and improvements, the gourd-shaped object was reshaped into a wooden figure, and the circular plate was changed into a wooden wheel. Thus, no matter how the wooden wheels turned, the wooden figure’s finger always pointed south.

“Of course, I have to go back tomorrow—otherwise, if they come, they’ll cause you trouble.” Xu Qianru said, her expression instantly dimming. She wanted to stay longer and keep Meng Fan company, but she had no choice—just sneaking out for a day was already a miracle.

“Meng Fan, if you keep this up, I’ll get angry,” Xu Qianru grabbed Meng Fan’s sneaky hand and pretended to be furious.

Li Weidong said that the Zhou Son of Heaven’s party had wandered around for 8,100 li before finally arriving at China’s Kunlun Mountains.

Seeing Lin Qingxuan’s doubts, Lin Yumeng didn’t rush to make him accept it; instead, she pondered the feasibility of this combat method. The northern invaders couldn’t be ignored—they needed a way to block their path.

But beautiful things are often dangerous. Liu Changfeng felt this sword had reached an extreme level of danger—the most dangerous thing he had ever encountered in his life.

At the same time, the strength of national martial arts lies in strengthening the nation and the spirit—this is essentially the pursuit of humanity’s fundamental bloodline path; bloodline is humanity’s most primal nature.

Li Tianqi fixed his gaze and saw a figure rapidly sprinting toward them. But his internal energy was clearly inferior to E Shang’s, so E Shang had already recognized the person’s face, while he could only make out a dark shadow.