Chapter 125: Cultivation Direction

“Brother, will I go too tomorrow?”

Xiao Yue, hearing Shen Siyuan say he was going to Xiajing tomorrow, couldn’t help stepping forward to ask.

“What, you don’t want to go?”

Shen Siyuan was putting clothes and some toiletries into his backpack.

He brought very little, because he already had everything he needed in his space; the bag was just for show.

Xiao Yue shook her head.

“Duo Duo is going to meet her parents; we can go…”

Seeing Chen Wei and the others before him, Wang Feng knew he had finally survived; Chen Wei and the others, upon seeing Wang Feng, immediately rushed over to help him take down Feng Yun from his back.

Nannan didn’t even look up; she had no interest in dealing with such an idiot—it was all Yan Yan’s doing behind the scenes anyway.

“What’s wrong, Wang Feng?” Someone in the room immediately asked, noticing Wang Feng’s sudden odd behavior.

Qing Rou took the handkerchief and examined it closely; the fine fabric felt as soft and smooth as brocade, and its faint pink hue made her skin appear especially fair and delicate.

Li Ge stared curiously at Xi Lang and Jiao Ran, not daring to blink; although he still didn’t know why they were killing each other, he was desperate to see the outcome—even forgetting about finding Sun Wukong.

Seeing Shi Yetian, Li Caiyue’s worry instantly lifted by half; with Shi Yetian’s status as Commander of the Imperial Guard, he had absolute authority to persuade the people.

But his brother’s death forced him to return home and shoulder the burden, doing his best under pressure, only to be questioned by his father and eyed for his shares by his nephew.

It was tea water, not coffee; Xia Fanxing believed that with careful inspection, the handwriting on it could still be deciphered.

“Your Majesty may speak freely.” In front of Ning Yaoyao, Dongfang Chen was tender in a way he himself didn’t realize—as if afraid of startling her.

Fans had assumed Shen Tang would appear more frequently after finishing her new drama, especially with recent discussions about her origins heating up—a perfect time to harvest traffic.

“Si Tu, if you call me big brother, it means you still recognize me. I told you I’d give you an answer—don’t you believe me?” After firing his gun, Wei Danqing suddenly looked much older, breathing heavily, his expression utterly drained.

Many of those watching her livestream are students from our school; they all said they’d seen her on campus, but when she asked who they were, none of them dared to speak up.

“Even if you have to go report, you could at least say a few words to us first? Tell us to wait while you go report!” I kept muttering.

Fu Qingyang hadn’t expected this lucky accident; Tu Wu Hongming had intended to use these spirits to attack him and Gu Xiaoxiao, but they’d all been absorbed by the golden Bagua diagram, which had gained additional spiritual power—truly a fortunate turn.

Gu Xiaoxiao, sensing there was entertainment to be had, told Commander Gu and He Yue’e to return first while she stayed behind.

“Uh, get familiar with the surroundings, then rest. I’m going to practice my fist techniques—don’t follow me everywhere.” Cheng Yu was truly uncomfortable with several girls trailing him wherever he went. He glanced at the four before him and told Chun Tao, “Go.”

Strange spatial ripples reappeared around Heitu; the countless sword shadows that fell vanished instantly, then reappeared elsewhere, shooting out in all directions.

“This is a heavenly and earthly divine flame; no matter how strong your physical defenses, you cannot resist its burn. The Dragon Scale Lion was careless.” Tian Chan Immortal Emperor spoke slowly from behind.

After Ling Zhiyuan took office, Chang Kang kept reminding himself that times had changed, yet sometimes he still couldn’t resist reaching out carelessly.

With Bai Yujing’s words, people from every city and each grotto heaven glared angrily; all turned to their masters or city lords, hoping they would step forward to confront Bai Yujing.