Chapter 132: Daoist Master, where did your sword go? (Seeking double monthly votes)

Filming began the next day; it was overcast and drizzly, with a chill that seeped into the bones.

When Teacher Qi Hao saw Daoist Master Suiyun, he felt a bit guilty, after all, he had made a mockery of the man's sword art on a variety show.

It was just that the show hadn't aired yet, so Daoist Master Suiyun had no way of knowing.

"Chinese Paladin 3" would air during the winter break, and the variety show was also meant to serve the premiere, going live before the drama officially began.

Teacher Qi Hao's album was also set to hit the market around the same time.

As for Cheng Wu, he was naturally gifted. Besides consolidating the knowledge he learned at school, he often helped Elder Han with any chores he could manage. Over time, Cheng Wu became quite familiar with Elder Han's temperament.

The air circulation and energy systems inside the spaceship activated, and the debris inside and out was shattered and expelled from the ship.

With Yang Chong's help, Zhou Jianfeng's feigned ignorance, and Zuo Nan's pestering, the matter was finally glossed over. However, Yang Chong felt in his heart that Liu Yi was likely the clever one, knowing this wasn't a matter that could be easily spoken of, and thus hadn't pushed too hard.

"Hehe, your grand-nephew not only destroyed the 'Ten Thousand People's Resentment' of Mother Hei, but he also dares to openly oppose my Immortal Sect. On this point alone, he is beyond saving!" Grand-uncle Huang mocked in a low voice.

Seeing the two of them land, many had already sensed something subtle. Hearing the name 'Soul-Searching Ghost', the expression of the Gu family elder turned so ugly that it was as if he weren't a superhuman-level powerhouse.

He waved his large hand, striking heavily at the back of Ze Jin's head. It was a plain and simple blow, yet Ze Jin collapsed to the ground instantly, though Apophis still wore a solemn expression.

Cangjing Tianxiang knelt on one knee and slowly raised his head, those deep eyes emitting a golden light.

The Night Demon's head had suffered a heavy blow; the massive force of the impact and the numbing electric current left it in agony. Lacking the protection of the black mist, the Night Demon had taken real, solid damage. It let out a mournful cry and dissipated right there.

Although the medicinal effect wasn't particularly obvious, Shi was already completely able to avoid falling into a deep sleep, and the recovery effects were gradually appearing.

Early on the morning of August 16th, Lu Jing sought out his younger sister to tell her about going to Qiantang to watch the tide.

"This is the Queen's most beloved possession, so I have always kept it here without moving it," Zhuan Tengfeng explained indifferently.

At the same time, he understood why Zhou Kun wanted to explain this matter to him quietly. If Huang Yongzhong were to learn of it, he would likely use it as an excuse to evade participation, and the responsibility would fall entirely on him and Zhou Kun.

Since he couldn't die, it meant You Xue's soul and shell were still in some corner of the Yunhe Continent. The time remaining in his life was long; he would find her.

"I will definitely help you find your mother and uncover the true reason for your father's passing," he said, holding her and comforting her gently.

But there was no way around it. Ingredients and seasonings were very scarce, especially chili peppers. Zhang San himself was a spice-lover who couldn't enjoy a meal without heat. Plus, there was no MSG, so Zhang San was very unhappy with the taste.

On the night after Guan Cunshan disappeared, Zhuan Yunze suddenly regained his memories. The only thing he did upon waking was to attempt suicide with a blade. It was Qing Yang and Qiong Qi who found him unconscious in a pool of blood, his wounds miraculously healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the dense forest on the mountain! Watching the staggering figures board the vehicle, some even being carried on, Hao Yu still felt anger in his heart, but at this moment, he felt more joy—joy that these innocent people had regained their freedom.

He felt that this promotional PV should be watched with full concentration, not missing a single exciting moment. It was best to turn off the bullet comments that affected the viewing experience.

Chen Yi, the president of Xinyue who rarely showed his face, actually came to the company to report for duty the next day. This made many people feel it was incredible. Although everyone in the company had heard of his reputation, few had actually seen him; the majority had never met him. ===== CHAPTER 133 =====