Chapter 820: One Hundred and Sixty-Six: Choose a Day to Descend the Mountain 【Beginning of the Month, Request Monthly Tickets!】

One Hundred and Sixty-Six: Choose a Day to Descend the Mountain 【Beginning of the Month, Request Monthly Tickets!】

Night deepened.

Inside the room, Ouyang Rong said thoughtfully:

“A few days ago…?”

Aqing nodded her head:

“Yes, a few days ago, our Master suddenly entered seclusion at midnight, and before dawn, all five Senior Uncles arrived at the Lady’s Hall and entered his seclusion chamber… I was guarding outside the inner hall door, and I mistook the Fifth Senior Uncle for the Sixth, since I’d only ever seen the Sixth before…”

Ouyang Rong asked without expression:

After speaking, the Jade Pure Immortal activated the secret technique; immediately, repelling forces surged through the void, accompanied by a guiding force that enveloped his body in five-colored light, lifting him higher and higher until he reached a hundred meters above ground, where the five-colored light blazed even more brilliantly.

Wen Zhong nodded; he naturally knew that although his master had not formally taken this disciple, it was merely a matter of title—the White Bone had truly received the master’s true transmission and inherited all his arts.

And that wasn’t all—when Lu Jue returned to the carriage, Shen Yuan had gotten out of bed; she blinked dazedly at the empty space beside her, still half-asleep.

Endless water blades crisscrossed, thunder raged; even the Twelve-Petal Lotus Platform’s peerless defense could not withstand Di Jiang, who controlled space and struck countless blows in an instant, each strike infused with the power of the Four Seas.

Of course, even with flaws, the demon clan could not have broken through—only after the two Demon Emperors sacrificed themselves and detonated the Chaotic Bell was it finally shattered.

Shen Yuan instantly saw through the staff member’s thoughts, and she smiled at him with an air of profound mystery.

In truth, the outcome of this battle was not what the beings of heaven and earth or countless pseudo-saints had expected—and it was not a bad result.

After speaking, the Golden Crow Emperor Lord’s sun dimmed abruptly, then erupted once more into an unimaginably fierce storm.

We’d planned a strong opening to boost prestige and morale, but this disgusting situation arose: suppressing the passage required massive manpower and strong cultivators, closing it demanded a bloody cost, and the enemy fought to the death—we still couldn’t seal it.

Jing Fa’s series of actions appeared to Tang Sect disciples as a deep mockery; they could no longer suppress their rage and charged at him together.

Huangfu Shu’s eyes flashed with sinister darkness; the air in the entire core zone seemed to instantly chill.

His achievements completely crushed over ninety percent of noble-born aristocratic youths, and he was the idol of countless commoner youths throughout the Wu Kingdom.

Fan Shaojie treated her well; she believed Fan Shaojie would be an excellent boyfriend or husband.

Xu Xiaoxiao’s face turned cold. “If you say one more word, I’ll make Qian Pinyan stay another day.” Honestly, talking to someone without shame was suffocating—couldn’t she see she wasn’t welcome? She had zero self-awareness.

The Golden Cudgel, as if sentient, shrank into a fine needle and slipped into the monkey’s ear; perhaps Ma Jun’s gift of the staff had won the monkey’s favor, for the monkey turned its head and regarded Ma Jun for the first time.

The air throughout the Tai Bai Sword Sect area trembled violently; the Washing Sword Creek churned with storm and cloud, as if a demonic god had truly descended.

Qian Pinyan gazed deeply at Xu Xiaoxiao; she would etch into her heart the one who had ruined her life—Xu Xiaoxiao had gone too far, driving her to this state; how could she simply give up?

The higher the quality of a realm, the higher its upper limit; the lower its quality, the lower its upper limit.

Hearing that familiar voice, Zhu Ling’er spun around instantly, her bright eyes flooding with unprecedented joy.

Jiang Mingxuan chattered on at length; no sooner had he finished than the phone clicked shut.

In the dim sky above Dillen, two mists began to coalesce—one icy, one fiery—ultimately forming Wolfs’ figure.

Slowly descending, as the distance from the insectoid tribe’s glowstones grew greater, Su Ye’s vision grew darker and darker.

Yuan Liang proposed that he livestream from Tenglong Studio until selling the designated sales quota, at which point Yuan Liang would settle his payment; viewer gifts would count as studio labor and advertising fees.

Powerful cultivators from major factions, noble and esteemed, came and went, all seeing Zhao Yishan and Zi Yan seated together at the same table.

Besides this, a new skill appeared in his ability bar: “Firearms Basics.” This skill existed on both the real-world panel and the spacetime panel.

“Fuck, you beast—you’re actually after my sister!” Ning Zheng playfully wrestled with him.

Her gaze swept slowly through the room; her clenched fists began to sweat, as if she could hear her own heartbeat—until finally, on the dressing table beside her, she found what she sought.

Yue Lingyou had once mentioned to Wu Yi that she wanted him to join Tian Shang Zhi Shang; thus Wu Yi had some understanding of it and had considered it, but due to Tang Jing and Mu Lingtian’s positions, he had declined—yet Wu Yi’s dream of the Jianghu had always remained.

But before Su Ye could even greet them, he immediately heard Niu Da and Niu Er’s ecstatic voices.

Zhang Ren was utterly baffled. He glanced helplessly at Xun Yu, who merely fanned himself and remained silent.

In past summers, Sun Guangxin either worked temporary jobs on the Blue Island to the east or helped out at a tutor class run by a colleague.

Yet the retreat of the Burial Divine Realm triggered chaos among surrounding realms; after the Burial Divine Realm’s various races retreated, they immediately began seizing territory from other realms.

“Can’t we fight our way out?” Yao Yue asked. With her and Lianxing’s strength, plus Chen Fan’s, she saw no one in this world who could stop them—even an army of a hundred thousand.

In college, she shared a dorm with An Tong, who was like a skylark—the group’s joy.

Lin Hai sidestepped, dodging aside; then a figure burst out from within, twin short blades flashing toward Lin Hai’s chest and face.

“My friend Zhao Ling’er was taken away by the Sect Master of Shushan, the Sword Saint.” Li Xiaoyao, rarely serious, sighed.

Bian Rou’er smiled. “Your grandfather’s family ran a brocade shop. Your grandfather’s Smoke and Rain Brocade Shop was famous not just in Jiangnan, but throughout the entire Dayue Kingdom—many imperial tribute items came from Smoke and Rain Brocade Shop.”

“Shut up!” Ye Ziyu nearly fainted from rage. This bastard still didn’t recognize his fault—he was blaming Lin Hai!

"Fire Lin Devours the Sun." Duan Shuai roared; from his blue steel sword erupted terrifying sword qi, instantly weaving into a dense, impenetrable net of light and energy, dark as storm clouds, blotting out all light as if the sun were being devoured.

“Run? Last time you escaped—where will you run now?” Amid the chaotic battlefield, a deep, aged voice rang out with startling clarity, echoing like thunder across heaven and earth.