Chapter 157: Lord Chen's Spear! And the Fairy's First Dual Cultivation! (6K)

"If you're bad at it, date more?"

Ling Yishan looked puzzled and said, "What does that mean?"

Chen Mo spread his hands and said, "Dating is just like alchemy—experience is accumulated. Daoist Master Qingxuan doesn't understand the matters between men and women; to put it bluntly, she simply has too little experience, lacks practice…"

"…"

Ling Ningzhi's cheeks flushed slightly, and she spat softly under her breath.

Tianshu Pavilion was a sect of female cultivators, and what it cultivated was the Way of Forgetting Emotion; she had barely seen a few men in her life.

This time, Du Yanhang had indeed worried for nothing. Even after arriving at Xinggong Market, they hadn't encountered the slightest obstruction—clearly Lisa's guess had been correct.

She hadn't taken off her baseball cap and sunglasses, so the audience couldn't see her true face. Even when she appeared on the big screen, people would at most assume she was some society socialite.

"Director Zhong, I've already sent agents to negotiate, but they won't listen! What else can we do to stop them? Right now only Qi Changsheng can keep him in check!" Wei Huayong was the famously prickly general of the Third Planet Fleet; he didn't take the Security Bureau seriously at all, and his affairs were beyond anyone else's control.

The true strategic objective of the counteroffensive was to seize the land back from the demons, so what really needed to be done was to occupy the land. But the land was so vast that aimless, haphazard occupation would certainly not work—it had to be done step by step according to a plan, and the city of Malta was undoubtedly the best target.

The moment these words were spoken, Wang Huai couldn't help staring at the bald Monk before him with a face full of astonishment, his features brimming with killing intent. At once an absurd, topsy-turvy feeling welled up inside him.

"Fine, fine, fine." Ji Mingzhe had no way to deal with Ding Jiayi, so he could only follow her wishes and link pinkies with her.

The Dream Beast gave a cold snort, flicked its sleeves, and its eyes instantly turned white. Waves of fantastical power radiated outward, and everyone felt a drowsy, sleep-stealing intent.

Qingtian's body trembled; within his sea of consciousness thunderous roars rang out, leaving a blank void, and endless undying qi suddenly surged in madly.

After climbing out of the cockpit, Yuan Chengxu ran into the kitchen and found some food. After eating, he lay on the bed but couldn't sleep—the battle scenes of the past few days kept flashing before his eyes, and his mind was filled with nothing but hacker commands.

One had to know that although demonic qi was also one of the heaven-and-earth spiritual energies, there wasn't much of it. Demon-cultivator tribes were extremely rare; reportedly only the Demon God Heaven Domain, one of the Ancient Realms of the Heavens, had demon-cultivator tribes.

Xiahou Zichen nodded with difficulty. Wei Yan's lips curled into a helpless, bitter smile. "Take me to see Bin Qi's grave." That smile was a weary one, a pale one.

Cursing Dongfang Mingqi for being unable to tell right from wrong, for inverting black and white—this was precisely what caused Dongfang Qing to hurl harsh words at him the moment she saw him.

"Taking advantage of Liu Skinflint going out, disguising as Liu Skinflint, and then seizing control of the county seat—seems like it might be possible. But once you've occupied the county seat, what do you plan to do next?" Wang Dayan asked again.

Ruo Ruo stepped forward, just about to push open that exquisite wooden door, when she saw the broken wall on the other side, where several workers were currently repairing it.

"Son of Heaven!" Anting roared, and like a flash of black light he vanished in an instant, wrapping Son of Heaven up and soaring straight into the air, disappearing into the forest, leaving behind a pile of Imperial Spirit Academy students twitching on the ground.

Zhuo Nan had already figured it out: this Principal Ma knew Lin Ruyi. No wonder this girl could ride a motorcycle to school—her old man must be some badass figure.

So on the very first day she was teleported here, she didn't, like the others, panic and run about in terror at the sight of monsters. When a Gu Demon Bug charged at her, she didn't flee.

The rock monster had missed its target, and had just landed and was about to lock onto the enemy's position to fire again, when unexpectedly a sword blade came crashing down from above—screech! —and split it clean in two.

Qing Kuang gazed at the fish-belly white on the horizon; the rising, drifting clouds of dawn brought a lazy touch of warmth to the chill of the night.

"Yunfei…" Xu Qinghuan's eyes brimmed with tears, as if she had much to say to me. I stroked her head and drew her into my embrace.