Chapter 797

One Hundred and Forty-Two: The Other Side of Chen Jiaxin

Wu Cui’s joy was fully captured by Ouyang Rong’s eyes.

After a burst of happiness, Wu Cui couldn’t help asking:

“Liu Aliang, did the Divine Woman say when she would guide you?”

Ouyang Rong nodded: “Tonight. You can go over later.”

“Good.”

Ouyang Rong asked again:

“Do you know the Divine Woman’s direct disciple?”

Wu Cui thought for a moment and said:

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Wu Cui’s joy was fully captured by Ouyang Rong’s eyes.

After a burst of happiness, Wu Cui couldn’t help asking:

“Liu Aliang, did the Divine Woman say when she would guide you?”

Ouyang Rong nodded: “Tonight. You can go over later.”

“Good.”

Ouyang Rong asked again:

“Do you know the Divine Woman’s direct disciple?”

Wu Cui thought for a moment and said:

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When this scene ended, Li En and Lai Na exchanged a smile and returned to their original seats; after that came the wedding banquet, which was mandatory.

Zhu Ma Po is a relatively flat hill, an ideal high-ground position that is easy to defend. Originally, Chuanxi Zhai often used it as a base to fight against mercenaries; later, as Chuanxi Zhai grew stronger, the battle at Zhu Ma Po often wiped out entire mercenary bands.

At that moment, a powerful sound echoed from the sky, and cracks suddenly appeared across the heavens, spreading rapidly.

Tang Zhen, upon entering, was immediately seated by Tang’s mother, who had tea and snacks brought to her with utmost care, treating her like a precious jewel—though she was in the midst of it all, she remained an onlooker.

With his fourth-stage cultivation base, Ye Han used his magic treasure to deflect each of the three attackers’ strikes.

“Pink porcelain and thin-walled porcelain became priceless, rare, and fragile.” Tang Hu couldn’t help but admire his younger brother’s ability to turn stones to gold! Already, many wealthy young lords had come to chat and build rapport.

At this moment, her entire body burned, unbearable as a furnace, yet she also felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if something were about to burst forth.

Speaking, Mo Fengwu casually pointed to Yan Lu, who had come with the Herbal Master but had remained silent.

Gu Qingwan’s words were impassioned; not only Hua Qingfei, but even Qin Mochen felt his heart surge with excitement.

Running a physical store means facing annual rent hikes, employee salaries, commercial taxes, sanitation fees, management fees, and countless other expenses—every aspect demands spending.

His provocation wasn’t baseless; Qu Qingran’s style was always forceful. Those unaware of her past would never imagine such a woman had endured cataclysmic heartbreak. Ji Shuhan’s disbelief was understandable.

Amid the chaotic and confused atmosphere, Luo Yelin suddenly remembered something, his eyes brightening, his expression gradually calming.

This Jiang Shihan—where did she get the nerve? Her own son, whom she hadn’t dared to touch, she now wanted to scold.

Jiang Shihan stood by the window, lost in thought, until her phone vibrated repeatedly, jolting her back to awareness.

The sentence had a brief pause, then an uplifting tone at the end, radiating positivity.

Terrifying—truly terrifying. Not to mention the ferocity of the demon dragon, the sudden, massive transformation was shocking.

Now, Shi Chunyang’s image in her mind resembled wriggling maggots in a pit—making her scalp crawl and her stomach churn.

The reason was simple: she had a dark face and poor skin, which made people feel unpleasant just looking at her.

If those powerful figures found out Lin Fan was just someone Zhou Ning brought along to mooch meals, not only would his own face be lost, but even his father’s would be ruined.

An Wan had nearly forgotten these words herself, yet she never expected Luo Yelin still remembered them.

This was equivalent to a Soul Master from the Douluo Continent being born with the “Devouring Heaven Demon Art” buff—a mortal body could reverse fate.

Everyone picked up the photo and grimaced—it was the one where she was pinned against the wall in President Xi’s office.

Because Ye Ming didn’t want to be recognized by the media or netizens, he changed clothes before going on stage.

Zhou the Scholar got carried away and didn’t notice that after the gavel struck, only his voice remained—the voices of the two Suzhou performers singing pingtan were drowned out by his loud, soaring shouts.

“If you can’t comfort someone, please don’t try,” Bao Ye bit his lip and finally spat out.

After learning that a Soul Ring was equivalent to a innate talent slot, Mu Zhe considered adding talents beyond life.

He then opened “My Profile” and saw that the wallet section, previously showing “0,” now displayed a string of numbers.

Hua Xiangyun had calmed somewhat; if viewed differently, if the other side truly dared come to cause trouble, it would be the perfect chance to uproot them entirely.

Invisible radiance emanated from the mark, spreading like a spiderweb into the Source Sea of Dao, triggering mysterious changes.

Behind him, a magnificent canopy rose high, adorned with dangling pearls and jeweled ornaments, glowing with pure, radiant hues, swaying gracefully; spiritual energy and Daoic resonance surged like springs, rising upward like strings of linked pearls, fine threads descending, or countless blossoms clustering together.

Mo Wenjian chose to claim the Dao Fruit, and his blood qi surged violently from his body.

Lian Xianrou merely looked around curiously, huddling behind Xu Qing and gripping his sleeve tightly.

Mo Wenjian noticed the cooldown had refreshed, so he instinctively opened the Multiverse Dao Fruit Simulator.

Liang Xiao felt this group was extremely hard to lead, so he kept them separated, using the Beiliang Army as a buffer between them.

Back then… he was a rookie. A week later, someone stuffed a pile of feces into the lock of his boss’s front door.

The sacrifice will occur at noon tomorrow and requires two preparations: a large quantity of sulfuric ore and two corpses. Though the current Blood Pool refinery’s purpose remains unknown, it must involve fusion.

Since the Multiverse Dao Fruit Simulator ranked Confucian sword insight first, Mo Wenjian closed his eyes and chose Confucian sword insight.

The Quanzhen Sect won decisively. The Quanzhen disciples who remained on Zhongnan Mountain, after this brutal battle, saw their cultivation surge dramatically; countless broke through to the second-tier realm of the mortal world, and seven even reached the first-tier realm.