Chapter 1123: Infiltrating the Interior, the Original *Wansheng Gong* (6k, Seeking Monthly Votes, Combined)

Pale pink auspicious clouds drifted ethereally, immortal cranes and cloud whales circling about—truly the bearing of an immortal abode.

Compared to the first- and second-rank sects nestled among mountains and rivers, this was ten thousand times more exalted!

"Exactly the same!"

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed sharply as he fixed his gaze on the pavilions and towers, confirming he was not mistaken.

The main stronghold of the Great Li Heavenfire Sect was utterly identical to the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Isle on the Jianghuai, down to the beast-head carvings on the eaves, the pavilions midway up the slope, and even the white lotuses in that pond.

Pale pink auspicious clouds drifted ethereally, immortal cranes and cloud whales circling about—truly the bearing of an immortal abode.

Compared to the first- and second-rank sects nestled among mountains and rivers, this was ten thousand times more exalted!

"Exactly the same!"

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed sharply as he fixed his gaze on the pavilions and towers, confirming he was not mistaken.

The main stronghold of the Great Li Heavenfire Sect was utterly identical to the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Isle on the Jianghuai, down to the beast-head carvings on the eaves, the pavilions midway up the slope, and even the white lotuses in that pond.

Pale pink auspicious clouds drifted ethereally, immortal cranes and cloud whales circling about—truly the bearing of an immortal abode.

Compared to the first- and second-rank sects nestled among mountains and rivers, this was ten thousand times more exalted!

"Exactly the same!"

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed sharply as he fixed his gaze on the pavilions and towers, confirming he was not mistaken.

The main stronghold of the Great Li Heavenfire Sect was utterly identical to the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Isle on the Jianghuai, down to the beast-head carvings on the eaves, the pavilions midway up the slope, and even the white lotuses in that pond.

Pale pink auspicious clouds drifted ethereally, immortal cranes and cloud whales circling about—truly the bearing of an immortal abode.

Compared to the first- and second-rank sects nestled among mountains and rivers, this was ten thousand times more exalted!

"Exactly the same!"

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed sharply as he fixed his gaze on the pavilions and towers, confirming he was not mistaken.

The main stronghold of the Great Li Heavenfire Sect was utterly identical to the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Isle on the Jianghuai, down to the beast-head carvings on the eaves, the pavilions midway up the slope, and even the white lotuses in that pond.

Pale pink auspicious clouds drifted ethereally, immortal cranes and cloud whales circling about—truly the bearing of an immortal abode.

Compared to the first- and second-rank sects nestled among mountains and rivers, this was ten thousand times more exalted!

"Exactly the same!"

Liang Qu's eyes gleamed sharply as he fixed his gaze on the pavilions and towers, confirming he was not mistaken.

The main stronghold of the Great Li Heavenfire Sect was utterly identical to the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Isle on the Jianghuai, down to the beast-head carvings on the eaves, the pavilions midway up the slope, and even the white lotuses in that pond.

All along, Feng Lie had seemed like a sun in their eyes—radiant, towering above—but now Feng Lie had lost his former brilliance, reduced to utter disgrace.

Yet ideals are beautiful, reality cruel; she joined several troupes, only to be cast as a faceless maid or subjected to veiled hints in dialogue.

Tang Rao from the

When Fang Jinxiu emerged from the living quarters, she sat on the sofa holding a cup, sipping with a "su-su-su" sound, as if it were scalding hot.

Her delicate brows lightly furrowed, her vermilion lips slightly parted, her smiling eyes capable of melting all ice and snow—this was also why Chen Tuo had initially taken a liking to Chen Ajiu.

Jin Ao's words enraged the Ancestral Dragon, who let out a furious roar, seized his divine iron, shattered billions of miles of spacetime, and hurled it at Jin Ao.

However, according to Long Ye's estimate, during this period the Minggu Tianyu had gathered a terrifying number of experts from the Penglu Continent; seeking one who had obtained the ancient fang would thus be somewhat difficult.

However, in terms of quality, Xiahou Qianjun's spiritual power far surpassed that of the Death Leader, being far more refined, which is why he could hold his own in this protracted battle.

Turning his head to gaze at the composed Suolo, this god-tier powerhouse could not help but feel relieved, glad he had not chosen to intervene; had he done so, he likely would have ended up like Aotian and Liangchen and their ilk.

Wan Hua nodded, having guessed as much: Yu Yang, chief of the Kunlun Five Formations and future designated sect master of Kunlun, being appointed acting sect master was entirely natural.

Initially, the Ancestral Dragon had only swallowed billions of divine rainbows at once; later, he devoured hundreds of millions in a single gulp, his dragon aura growing ever more fierce and domineering.

He boldly poked his head out, lingered a moment, then drew it back, gently closing the door and casually bolting it from within.

Huan Wen could not possibly let himself off for slaughtering so many of his own troops, and given his current military strength, no one in the world could save him—not even the Emperor of Jin.

Thus, Liu Jingning also arrived at this realization and continued his frenzied laning and last-hitting.

This guy keeps claiming he knows nothing— isn't that just a roundabout way of mocking Wang Fei as utterly ignorant, spouting only nonsense?

Although Hao Jun did not specify three, that "all" already indicates at least two were discovered.

If he were to study illusion arts now, especially in a field he had never touched before, it would inevitably consume vast amounts of energy.

Feng Zhenghao, upon hearing this, knew it boded ill, while Li Zehua truly revealed a relieved smile, his hand flashing with platinum light as he tore apart Jia Zhengyu's white light barrier as if it were nothing, then seized his wrist.

The Feng Media Bureau are my eyes and ears; if even they are compromised, the endeavor is already half-failed.

"What can be done? One grows old—what can the body do? Today it's this ache, tomorrow that, suffering unto death." Gao Lixing said helplessly.

Gazing at Guo Na in the front row, Xu Xin never imagined they would meet again under such circumstances.

Xu Mei actually felt she wasn't suffering much— at home, Xue Cen handled all chores; each daytime, a cleaning aunt came; each night he returned on time to cook; if anything came up, he'd report it to her.

?? Call the aunt again to come cook.

Since it wasn't the flight attendants who did this, it proves someone else is hidden aboard this aircraft, someone who does not wish them to return to Huaxia.

By convention, saying the Noble Consort would not feel threatened by a toddler under three is absurd, let alone when she was merely a concubine of a noble at the time; if they had no grudge, there would be no reason to kill the Nineteenth Prince.

Since the Guangwu Restoration over a century ago, after pestilence and drought ravaged this dynasty in turn, the people have forgotten the visage of the sage emperor and no longer care whether the next emperor will be foolish; generally speaking, it certainly won't be more exciting than the current Son of Heaven.

Youguna stared with startled, uncertain eyes, then respectfully and slightly surprisedly raised his head. The king paced around him, walking to and fro.

Shixi recalled that in that dream, he had fallen and scraped his elbow, but no one had ever noticed.

Their appearance on the program was actually quite rushed, with little free time, so they are not yet familiar with this vicinity.

"Rest assured, no matter where my grandfather is, his best friend in his heart is you." Shixi coaxed him.

Better to seize the moment, while the War Lord is absent, to truly clarify whether her feelings for him are merely a faint stirring or genuine love.

Moreover, the director of this play and the male lead finally added fuel to this fire, causing all the retainers and vassals of the Shimazu household to sit upright, then one by one shout "yes" while mimicking the father and son as they knelt to the ground.

These were all long-planned; they knew that simply throwing it over would likely not even allow a chance to detonate, so only by striking unexpectedly could they hope to blast the Demon King.

No one at home had asked such things, her biological father had not noticed, and yet the discovery came from a classmate she rarely interacted with.

Ling Nachtong seemed to know what I was thinking, and immediately cut me off with a cold voice.

A Qiao Hua woke up, and Ma Shi breathed a sigh of relief, but her tense nerves did not dare to relax, for she feared that A Qiao Hua might suffer another mishap; she kept asking the immortal whether medicine should be prepared, and she ordered Fang Xianchun to boil water and attend to A Qiao Hua.

Actually, I was worried that Su Jingchu, in his anger, might do something to hurt Fu Xue, so before the atmosphere grew tense with swords drawn and bows bent, I could not allow such a thing to happen.

I jumped up and down cheering for Su Zizi, and facing Beiming Yi's displeased gaze, I flung a white eye at him without caring, stuck out my tongue at him making a funny face, and looked at him with an expression of contempt.

But…… there is still one more thing that Ling Ye Feng did not say out loud, namely, that she is carrying twins, so why is only one heartbeat heard—could it be that this pregnancy has already ceased to grow, truly…… truly has something unfortunate happened?

The star guests of the Xingxiu Palace are all like psychologists, able to give each guest the utmost satisfaction.

This makes Italy very

awkward, for originally, if the British sent troops, whether they won or lost, Italy would be sure to profit without loss, and moreover only need to pay a trifling cost.

The ability of the divine-level transmission scroll is extremely powerful, truly the painstaking masterpiece of the supreme god of space; this mysterious space cannot in the least block the transmission of the transmission scroll, and the faint halo of light spreading across the sheepskin scroll is the best proof.