Chapter 63: “Immortal Sword III

Zhang Nan had expected Qi Hao to sink into a period of gloom, given that over the past week-plus, the two had witnessed and heard of countless human tragedies.

Yet after giving his all, Qi Hao quickly returned to his usual self.

The filming locations for “Immortal Sword III” included Hengdian Film City, Fangyan Scenic Area, Shouxiangu Scenic Area, Xiangshan Film City, and also involved Fenghuang Ancient City in Xiangxi.

After finishing the Hengdian portions, Qi Hao traveled with the crew to various locations for shooting.

Under Ling Yunwu’s piercing gaze, Wang Dazhi felt as if he were being roasted back and forth on a fire, utterly miserable, and reluctantly resorted to flattering them.

Ah, it was a pity Yang Yi was too lazy to attend such occasions—if he’d come along today, just showing a move or two would have left these two stunned.

That dragon pearl was a dragon egg; after Qin Yang obtained it, he placed it on the Time Altar, yet the egg showed no change. According to Ming’s words, the dragon egg had lost all vital energy.

On one side stood the Martial Alliance led by Meng Hanran, with An An accompanying him; on the other, naturally, stood the remaining four Grand Masters of Langya Army.

For a moment, the three Bodhisattvas seemed entirely possessed, lost in boundless contemplation, countless voices within them asking: Should she turn back, or look ahead?

Meanwhile, Ye Chen sat atop his room’s roof, wiping his black Dizang Sword by moonlight.

There was no help for it—Ye Yan was a veteran who understood the students’ meals intimately; after all, the cafeteria’s food was famously good.

Killing didn’t bother him; in past fights, he’d casually broken limbs with a little too much force.

Indeed, the Xijiang Society’s membership review was extremely strict, never allowing outsiders to join—it was an unbreakable, rigid rule.

In a world where strength reigned supreme, the magic item industry was an indispensable pillar of commerce; Mei Er’s Magic Item Shop stood on Fenghe Valley Avenue in the Upper District.

This was the ancestral mark passed down through generations of Huang Sect—or rather, the Great Huang Emperor had attained Dao through this very symbol.

“Who would laugh? Junyan, you’ve trained for only a few years and have already reached this level; compared to me, who has spent centuries yet made no progress, it’s truly I who should be laughed at,” said Reinhardt, shaking his head repeatedly.

The two rose from their seats and headed toward the restroom; Nian Yichen stared at her back for a long while, then turned to look at Mo Kang—just as Mo Kang was looking back at him.

In the realm of spiritual force, Womuer—or rather, Su Junhan’s power had been compressed to barely defend the space immediately around his body; every other area was now beyond his reach.

Three of a kind: three identical cards, with the other two being singletons; the highest three of a kind is A-A-A; two pairs: two sets of pairs among five cards; again, the highest pair is A-A.

“Indeed.” Su Junyan nodded in agreement, watching the Academy Master already moving his new body.

But now, with the first successful silkworm strain, everything was worth it; this research project had finally reached its proper stage and entered its final phase.

If Lady Longsheng refused to turn back, Cui Sanye would inevitably be forced to take the blame, and Lady Longsheng would still meet her death. Prince Cui silently withdrew.

Seeing this, An Luo paused slightly, yet said nothing, merely watching Shen Chu’s back gradually fade into the distance.

Yuan Jinyu and Jiang Xin were of lower rank than Lin Qingyu and should have bowed to her; but Lin Qingyu was overjoyed to leave the palace and paid no heed to empty formalities, immediately waving them to sit down.