Chapter 851

“Stone, look, He Chen!”

Jiang Xiaoguo pulled Luo Yan, who was half-resisting, to the lecture hall; she glanced around and immediately spotted He Chen sitting alone, her heart stirring with the urge to sit beside him.

But she felt a bit shy.

This made Luo Yan struggle to keep her composure.

After all, this was Social Sister Jiang Xiaoguo.

Besides being sharp and savvy in human relations, Jiang Xiaoguo’s greatest strength was actually having no shame.

After all, Room 419

“Alright then, Master Zhuo, Zi Yu will surely make this girl spill everything—rest assured.” Zi Yu’s hands drifted lightly toward Ya Wen, as if she were a demon emerging from hell.

If humiliating Fan Ju was the greatest mistake of his life, then treating Yu Xin well was the greatest correct decision—he now entrusted his very life to this man.

Clearly, he hadn’t expected Lin the Master to call him personally; it had thrilled him immensely.

Then tomorrow’s news would run—A doctor in Chouzhou mysteriously exploded, cause of death untraceable. How could Chen Feng ever feel comfortable on the ground again?

But if, at that level of cultivation, one can manifest energy into physical form, why not simply manifest tools directly?

With proper cultivation, she might even become a top-tier painter someday.

Moreover, “Scorpion” clearly knew he held many secrets—the police would never dare harm him, because they too wanted more information, and to get more information, they’d have to keep him alive.

To Lin Fan, Zhen Pingyi looked very young, perhaps only in his twenties, his expression smug, the smile on his face plainly revealing how ecstatic he was.

As the boss of a large corporation, he naturally carried the aura of a superior; his employees dared not even breathe loudly in his presence—but Chen Feng showed none of that.

The vendor smiled as he fanned himself, pleased that so many customers had returned, allowing him to sell all the wilted fruit at full price.

Mu Feng nodded gently, gazing at Li You floating in midair above the Sword Courtyard, a strange feeling stirring within him. Suddenly, a vast, gentle white light enveloped everything within the Xuan Sha Hu Yuan Array; all seemed to drift into an impossibly deep dream, moving toward an unfamiliar direction.

A peachwood sword infused with qi sliced through one of the evil spirit’s hands as cleanly as severing flowing water.

This talisman, based on the principles of the Eight Trigrams, rendered the demonic entity incapable of harming a human body for five minutes after successful activation.

Blue Dragon refused to listen—he was furious. He never imagined that after a single nap, such a person would appear, claiming to be his elder brother. As an ancient demonic clan member, he could never tolerate this; thus, he ignored Yuan Ling’s words entirely.

Huang Yan looked down at Huang Xie, whose face had turned pale, with clear disdain. He might have once feared him, but now that his life beast had been slain, the man was barely clinging to half a life—there was no need to be polite anymore.

The internal elixir is unique to spirit beasts, distinct from the Golden Core of cultivators or the demonic core of demons; once formed, it never changes, only its quality improves.

The word “unification” had nearly been forgotten in that era; since the end of the Eastern Han, only the Western Jin had briefly unified China, while for over three hundred years, the land had remained fractured and divided—“You finish your song, I take the stage” was the most accurate description of that age.

“If the Young Master found out, would he blame us?” A sweet, melodious voice suddenly came from behind.

Lin Tian’s face beamed with a radiant smile, his eyes practically sparkling.