Chapter 195: The Immortal

The Siya family's inner courtyard.

Chen Mo sat calmly in a chair, watching the hesitant Ling Ningzhi before him, and smiled lightly.

"Master Daoist, begin your performance."

"…"

Ling Ningzhi stared shyly at her toes, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

Last time at Jinxiu Workshop, He Yuzhi picked out a set of clothes for her; though not overly revealing, given her nature, she could never wear it outside.

Even

Although this location was hard to obtain, leaving before the auction ended was a loss, yet if she could acquire the treasures on Liang Yu and the others, the trip would be worth it.

"Let's just settle in first," Li Shaofan said nothing more; since he'd been assigned here, he might as well make the best of it—after all, this was his home, and as for better peaks, he'd consider them later.

Thousands or even tens of thousands of years of cultivation in sword arts by a Great Luo Golden Immortal could drive any faction mad, for such power was already the pinnacle of combat strength; beyond that, only a handful existed, and they had no time for such matters—they pursued higher Dao.

Li Shaofan internally disagreed; why? The reason was simple—he had been to Lingxiao City, a place of immense power, and ordinary places simply didn't impress him; perhaps far beyond the Four Empires, something there might catch his eye.

"Everyone, pay attention—when the barrier breaks, we charge out together and catch them off guard. The Zhu Tian Alliance is too arrogant; this time, we must teach them a harsh lesson," said Prince Yi, his face dark with anger.

For this proposal, aside from Zhang Xin muttering under his breath, "We trained all day and night and now we train again?" it was unanimously approved.

After saying this, Han Qianshan glanced at the group once more, then strode out of Meeting Room One.

As for Liang Yu choosing this path, Fat Head Monk and Thunder Eagle Elder were both displeased, but given that all current operations were led by him, and the prevailing thought was that he wouldn't harm them, they stayed silent and followed directly.

"Brother Liang Yu, we won't disturb you further. We'll guard you beyond Xiyue Dao, so rest assured and break through in peace," said Wang Lin, the Venerable, smiling.

"This aura…" Even when Lin Huan slew Shi Yunhe and Zhou Tong, Fan Guanghai had merely furrowed his brow.

Though called the Main Hall, it was little different from a side hall—just larger. After all, the Mo Yu Imperial City differed greatly from human imperial palaces.

If it were a Titan Giant, it would be even more extreme—their life essence was so immense that healing such wounds would require consuming life fruits by the ton.

With Du Ruoheng's family background, Tian Anbang and Cui Guanhai, with their far deeper seniority, naturally differed—they had backing, and thus ample confidence.

Chattering together, all the Dragon Kings focused their attention on the monkey; even the West Sea Dragon King, who sought to overthrow Ao Tingxin and install his own heir, said not a word of objection.

A better idea: Cao Yifang will launch a truly unique, unprecedented cinematic universe.

Ye Bei, who knew a sliver of the Yin-Yang Realm's mystery, did not believe this world was entirely illusory; at least half of it was real.

But this matter couldn't be done openly—murder was a grave crime; even cultivators who killed within a base city faced dire consequences.

Cao Yifang glanced at the others, including Xue Mengjiao; none showed any special expression—they all thought it was fine.

So Li Shunzhen forced herself to keep pace with the group, but often, wanting to do something wasn't enough—along the way, she began falling behind; her legs felt like they were filled with lead, her breathing ragged, her body unresponsive, all she wanted was to collapse and never rise again.