Chapter 110

The phone Tao Guangxia sent was the latest model, far ahead of its time.

Shen Siyuan had previously used the same brand of phone; he simply swapped the SIM card, logged into his account, and all data—contacts, photos—downloaded directly from the cloud.

It must be said, Tao Guangxia’s attention to detail was genuine—he may not have thought of these things himself, but he certainly accounted for Shen Siyuan’s usage habits, which is why he bought the same brand.

The new device, still the top-tier model, outperformed

These miasmas are extremely potent; ordinary people who do not cover their mouths and noses or take medicine like Qingxin Pills or Qingshen Dew beforehand will lose their internal strength temporarily.

Ten immortal stones meant nothing to her; Yang Lan’er merely wished to end this connection.

Facing the Second Prince’s gaze, Chen Zixuan could only smile helplessly; she did not want to engage in such sophistry, but the arrow was already on the string—she had no choice.

On the walls, fresh scratches appeared occasionally at great intervals; he no longer marked every intersection—what did this signify?

In fact, Li Mu worked harder than all of them, but his efforts took place only at night—he discovered that practicing spiritual power seemed far more effective after dark.

“Mr. Chen, the door’s open.” Song Chuxia pulled out the key, as if wanting to flee in panic.

He had previously promised Master Sky to attend the Divine Inscription Duel at the Divine Inscription Guild; now, calculating the time, it should be nearly due. He wanted to head there first and study Divine Inscription techniques for several days, since with his current cultivation base, he could break through to Third-Rank Divine Inscription Master at any moment.

“Oh, you’re actually afraid of the General? Did spending too much time on missions make you fall for that old man?” Wuji sneered at Mu Jinjiao.

She had been unruly since childhood but was exceptionally intelligent, trained by the Silver Flute Daoist of Qiyun Mountain, from whom she received his full transmission.

Previously, she thought this flying device was too flashy and would attract envy and robbery; now, in the Piaomiao Realm, it was perfectly ordinary.

After dinner, Qin Zhao opened his computer as usual and uploaded another chapter of “The Worry-Relieving Grocery,” paying special attention to the chapter count—he found, as expected, it had reached its conclusion.

“Don’t worry, Auntie’s illness will get better,” Jiang Huairen comforted. They talked for a long time; night fell. Li Ai returned to the ward. Jiang Huairen first went to the director’s office, explained Li Qingyue’s situation, then left directly.

Jiang Yi’s words carried a divine quality, reaching straight into the soul; Zhou Jiadong was profoundly shaken.

He said nothing, did nothing, merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back, facing the plaque.

Flames erupted around the Fire Ghost Crow, transforming into a blade of fire that returned to the sword case behind Yecha Ming’s back.

“No need to rush. Wait until he returns covered in dust and dirt—we can report then,” Captain Hu said, sipping tea with a cold smile.

Ma Xi was instantly subdued by Wang Fei, immediately crying out in pain, as if his entire mech were about to be torn apart; back on Earth, their strengths had been nearly equal, yet he never imagined that after only three months on the Immortal Spirit Continent, Wang Fei had firmly suppressed him.

After Yang Ao left, Prince Chuan, Commander of the Wuding City Patrol Forces, and Lü Zhen, Commander of the Public Security Forces, both arrived before Yang Guang.

As flames engulfed him, Guan Zhixing suddenly calmed. He sneered at Yuan Shuai. A shadow suddenly appeared before Guan Zhixing and punched forward—the air shattered like glass, a terrifying invisible force shook heaven and earth, the flames were instantly dispersed by the invisible power, and Yuan Ding Restaurant swayed precariously.

This rare opportunity was hard to come by; Luo Changfeng might as well test the true nature of the Emperor Wu Lei’s Jun Tian Fragment Map, and also gauge the results of his own cultivation of the Xuanyuan Divine Scripture Map.

“Master Mingyue, rest for a moment. Let this monk face Master Li,” Golden Light Buddha said, seeing Mingyue Demon King gradually losing ground—he knew that if he did not act now, it would not merely be a matter of face, but would endanger Mingyue Demon King; better to act now.