Chapter 162: Trouble on the Road

What does it feel like to have one's feet on the earth?

Such a simple act, yet few people ever pay it any mind.

But whether Daoist or Buddhist, walking barefoot is regarded as a form of cultivation—casting off worldly desires, severing all bonds.

Yet others hold that yin is the foundation of yang; without yin, yang has nothing from which to transform. The earth is a mine of yin qi, so regularly walking barefoot upon the soil allows the earth's yin qi to rise into the body through the Yongquan acupoint, thereby serving to nourish yin.

When Shen Si

Catherine and Elder Maya, having received the news, had long been waiting at the outskirts of the station. The moment the two of them saw Mus and his companion, they knew at first glance that the other party was absolutely one of their Maya clan—only a person of the Maya clan could give them this sense of racial kinship with one another.

"Boss, I'll go right now." Having said that, the toady did not linger for a single moment, but headed straight for the security room to make arrangements.

Looking for me? Didn't I just come out of Busi Jiala Ezhen's room? How could he summon me again so soon? Ba A Yang was somewhat suspicious.

What kind of expression is that? You still haven't answered my question! Chu "Yu" could not help shaking Yu Chen's arm as she spoke.

The one striding briskly along the covered corridor was Xiao Yixuan. Hearing Chu Yun speak this way, he knew Chu Yun must have something urgent to discuss with him and Aunt Hui, so he urged Chu Yun to hurry inside while at the same time ordering a maid to fetch a dry towel and a change of clothes.

In the span of a single thought, Mu Haitao suddenly felt his mouth go dry, unable to say what taste it was in his heart—fear, excitement, and tension, pride, relief—emotions of every kind, like horses that had broken free of the reins, all surged into his heart at once.

Chi Qingfeng followed Cui Tan as he walked toward the inner room. Strangely, Cui Tan did not lead him to the parlor for receiving guests, but went straight for the rear courtyard, which could not help but set Chi Qingfeng muttering to himself.

Among these immortals were not a few humans who had ascended from the mortal world, but later the spiritual energy of the mortal world gradually grew scarce, and fewer and fewer cultivators ascended to the Immortal Realm, so the Immortal Realm became an existence cut off from the outside world, mired in its own ways.

Her level had not been seen through by her father because she had taken a pill that concealed her cultivation. So long as no expert deliberately investigated, there was no way to detect that she carried true essence within her.

"You are too kind—it is I who have disturbed your household. You have come in person, so you must have something urgent to discuss with Chu Yun. I won't be in the way then; I'll take my leave first." Ouyang Fu, not knowing what Lady Hui's true purpose was in coming, decided to step aside first.

Sigh, fine! A middle-schooler is a middle-schooler! There's no child she can't handle! She even managed Yu Lan, so what's so hard about one middle-schooler, right?!

In the instant she stood there in a daze, Ling Xiao tossed the helmet in his hand carelessly aside and, in a single bound, rushed toward her.

Lin Yu's decision was no spur-of-the-moment whim. A spirit-child born of the transformation of a spiritual herb was an exceedingly rare treasure even in the Immortal Realm; immortals would generally keep one by their side as an attendant child, tending herb gardens on ordinary days and also assisting in the preparation of medicines and the refining of pills.

Long Zhantian thought of the Demon Sovereign, and at once thought of Ling Xiaoran. How could this Demon Sovereign look so very like Ling Xiaoran? Could Ling Xiaoran be the Demon Sovereign's reincarnation? It seemed he would have to look into this properly.

If such a day truly came, he would perhaps only watch helplessly as she left, and then vanish from her world on his own, never letting her appear before him again—because he could not bear it.

The gunshot rang out. Xiao Ran hurriedly pushed the door open and went in, only to see Gu Nanxi just about to walk out. That man was clutching his own crotch, his face deathly pale.

Old Madam Murong looked as spirited and hale as ever, no change in her at all. Seeing Gu Jinning, she was still as kind and gentle as ever, calling her "good grandchild" with every breath.

This flying dart was three inches long, jet-black all over, with three blades, twisted into an irregular shape.

Not only was she obedient, she was especially clingy with Su Chen. The marriage contract arranged for them on the day she was born, it seemed, was indeed no problem at all.