Chapter 127: The Immortal

"This… this is underwear?!"

Inside Jinxiu Workshop, Yu Hongyin stared, wide-eyed, at the dazzling array of garments before her.

Triangular lace-trimmed bras, panties made of two strips of cloth, sheer stockings nearly transparent, one-piece undergarments that revealed everything…

Good heavens, has the folk customs of Tiandu City become this liberal?

Beneath each garment stood a small wooden tag, labeled with name and price; just the two strips of cloth called "Ding Ziku"

Before Li Ming could rage, Xue Hao unleashed the "Ghost King Chasing the Tide" technique. Ghost King Chasing the Tide uses one's internal energy tides to rub and collide with air, generating sonic waves that hypnotize opponents and induce hallucinations.

The "White Tiger Hall" is also a Wutu Hall, and though its name differs from the "Black Tiger Hall" by only one character, they are entirely different organizations.

Qin Xiong sized up Qin Hao, and when he recognized his cultivation level, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by an appreciative expression.

Moreover, I have no regrets. If I had gone to university, Xueqi might already be an orphan in some orphanage, parentless and alone. Perhaps she had already died in that terrible illness four years ago.

This earth-immortal cannon fodder held an open jade bottle, expression calm, even with a hint of satisfaction deep in his eyes.

This place became the most notorious slum because of these satellites—their natural conditions are abysmal. Consider the massive silhouette of Kemiya Star, which casts its shadow over each satellite for at least half of every orbital cycle, blocking out sunlight.

Si Zhen and Sun Yanling, along with Guilin's officials, made repeated efforts to soothe the people, gather grain, and raise silver for relief—but refugees kept flooding in, for in times of hunger and cold, a place offering even a bowl of thin porridge was a lifeline.

Due to the existence of the Kemiya Star Domain as a war buffer zone, the Federation's core star domains remained absolutely secure. No one anticipated the existence of the D8 Gate, or the tragedy in Donghu Zhou.

No need to guess—it was clearly the Mercenary Guild's people who inspired such awe among the major mercenary squads. But as Bai Xiaosheng walked slowly into the main hall, Bai Yan still felt surprised.

"Snap!" The teaching ruler struck Lin Chen's arm dead-on, producing a chilling sound.

Eight Trigrams Reincarnation—a cultivation method Xu Yang was extremely satisfied with, and precisely what he needed right now.

We stared at Zhao Fu in silence for a long while, while on the other side, Hai Tang and the others chatted animatedly, too absorbed to notice Zhao Fu.

After speaking, the boy left—not back to the game, but straight to the material shop. He was certain one thing: this dish must have been sold by the shop owner, so he planned to wait there until the dish appeared, and when it did, he'd buy it all.

But the problem is, since Liu Weichen and his son died, the Qiang-Hu forces were shattered and fractured—some factions opposed the Wei, others supported them, making unified resistance against He Xi impossible.

The three men exchanged glances, then finally struck, unleashing three explosive roars as they lunged at He Chen at once; where their feet landed, the earth cracked—clearly, they had unleashed their full strength from the first punch.

"I asked him why he gave up even his own name," Chu Liyue explained. "He said if his parents abandoned him, then he didn't need the name either. He wanted to become a completely new person, forget everything from the past, never return, so he'd just be Thirteen."

Especially that senior engineer, Lu Jianxue, who looked to be in his early thirties—Cai Zhongzhe had long heard his name. Even within Zhongzhou Industry, the corporation's headquarters, he was a renowned technical giant and head of a high-level laboratory.